Song | When I First Came to Town |
Artist | Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds |
Album | Henry's Dream |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cave | |
When i first came to town | |
All the people gathered round | |
They bought me drinks | |
Lord, how they quickly changed their tune | |
When i first came to town | |
People took me round from end to end | |
Like someone may take round a friend | |
O how quickly they changed their tune | |
Suspicion and dark murmurs surround me | |
Everywhere i go they confound me | |
As though the blood on my hands | |
Is there for every citizen to see | |
O sweet jesus | |
There is no turning back | |
There is always one more town | |
A little further down the track | |
And from my window, across the tracks | |
I watch the juicers burn their fires | |
And in that light | |
Their faces leer at me | |
How i wish they'd just let me be | |
When i first came to town | |
Their favours were for free | |
Now even the doors of the whores of this town | |
Are closed to me | |
I search the mirror | |
And i try to see | |
Why the people of this town | |
Have washed their hands of me | |
O sweet jesus | |
There is no turning back | |
There is always one more town | |
A little further down the track | |
O lord, every god-damn turn i take | |
I fear the noose, i fear the stake | |
For there is no bone | |
They did not break | |
In all the towns i've been before | |
Well those that sin against me are snuffed out | |
I know from every day that i live | |
God-damn the day that i was born | |
The night that forced me from the womb | |
And god-damn this town | |
For i am leaving now | |
But one day i will return | |
And the people of this town will surely see | |
Just how quickly the tables turn | |
O sweet jesus | |
This really is the end | |
There is always one more town | |
A little further round the end |
zuo ci : Cave | |
When i first came to town | |
All the people gathered round | |
They bought me drinks | |
Lord, how they quickly changed their tune | |
When i first came to town | |
People took me round from end to end | |
Like someone may take round a friend | |
O how quickly they changed their tune | |
Suspicion and dark murmurs surround me | |
Everywhere i go they confound me | |
As though the blood on my hands | |
Is there for every citizen to see | |
O sweet jesus | |
There is no turning back | |
There is always one more town | |
A little further down the track | |
And from my window, across the tracks | |
I watch the juicers burn their fires | |
And in that light | |
Their faces leer at me | |
How i wish they' d just let me be | |
When i first came to town | |
Their favours were for free | |
Now even the doors of the whores of this town | |
Are closed to me | |
I search the mirror | |
And i try to see | |
Why the people of this town | |
Have washed their hands of me | |
O sweet jesus | |
There is no turning back | |
There is always one more town | |
A little further down the track | |
O lord, every goddamn turn i take | |
I fear the noose, i fear the stake | |
For there is no bone | |
They did not break | |
In all the towns i' ve been before | |
Well those that sin against me are snuffed out | |
I know from every day that i live | |
Goddamn the day that i was born | |
The night that forced me from the womb | |
And goddamn this town | |
For i am leaving now | |
But one day i will return | |
And the people of this town will surely see | |
Just how quickly the tables turn | |
O sweet jesus | |
This really is the end | |
There is always one more town | |
A little further round the end |
zuò cí : Cave | |
When i first came to town | |
All the people gathered round | |
They bought me drinks | |
Lord, how they quickly changed their tune | |
When i first came to town | |
People took me round from end to end | |
Like someone may take round a friend | |
O how quickly they changed their tune | |
Suspicion and dark murmurs surround me | |
Everywhere i go they confound me | |
As though the blood on my hands | |
Is there for every citizen to see | |
O sweet jesus | |
There is no turning back | |
There is always one more town | |
A little further down the track | |
And from my window, across the tracks | |
I watch the juicers burn their fires | |
And in that light | |
Their faces leer at me | |
How i wish they' d just let me be | |
When i first came to town | |
Their favours were for free | |
Now even the doors of the whores of this town | |
Are closed to me | |
I search the mirror | |
And i try to see | |
Why the people of this town | |
Have washed their hands of me | |
O sweet jesus | |
There is no turning back | |
There is always one more town | |
A little further down the track | |
O lord, every goddamn turn i take | |
I fear the noose, i fear the stake | |
For there is no bone | |
They did not break | |
In all the towns i' ve been before | |
Well those that sin against me are snuffed out | |
I know from every day that i live | |
Goddamn the day that i was born | |
The night that forced me from the womb | |
And goddamn this town | |
For i am leaving now | |
But one day i will return | |
And the people of this town will surely see | |
Just how quickly the tables turn | |
O sweet jesus | |
This really is the end | |
There is always one more town | |
A little further round the end |