Song | The Golden Age of Steam |
Artist | Steve Hackett |
Album | Darktown |
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作词 : Hackett | |
12 years old in Amsterdam in 1939 | |
A blue-eyed boy my clean complexion always got me by | |
A boy with real potential sold secrets by the score | |
Where refugees were hiding I'd just point out the doors | |
In the golden age of steam I learned those German songs | |
I had to stay alive there was no right or wrong | |
In the golden age of steam | |
The fatherland was rising the world would hear the roar | |
Both sides fed and trusted me by 1944 | |
Trains ran on time those days oiling the machine | |
Smoke rose up like serpents I was barely seventeen | |
In the golden age of steam | |
It's over now but not somehow | |
I was a hero then to many men | |
Switzerland was a short ride for an eager blond haired boy | |
With a silver smile and loaded with jewellery to enjoy | |
Maybe one day they'll come for me they'll take me from my bed | |
A soldier of fortune that's what my passport read | |
In the golden age of steam |
zuo ci : Hackett | |
12 years old in Amsterdam in 1939 | |
A blueeyed boy my clean complexion always got me by | |
A boy with real potential sold secrets by the score | |
Where refugees were hiding I' d just point out the doors | |
In the golden age of steam I learned those German songs | |
I had to stay alive there was no right or wrong | |
In the golden age of steam | |
The fatherland was rising the world would hear the roar | |
Both sides fed and trusted me by 1944 | |
Trains ran on time those days oiling the machine | |
Smoke rose up like serpents I was barely seventeen | |
In the golden age of steam | |
It' s over now but not somehow | |
I was a hero then to many men | |
Switzerland was a short ride for an eager blond haired boy | |
With a silver smile and loaded with jewellery to enjoy | |
Maybe one day they' ll come for me they' ll take me from my bed | |
A soldier of fortune that' s what my passport read | |
In the golden age of steam |
zuò cí : Hackett | |
12 years old in Amsterdam in 1939 | |
A blueeyed boy my clean complexion always got me by | |
A boy with real potential sold secrets by the score | |
Where refugees were hiding I' d just point out the doors | |
In the golden age of steam I learned those German songs | |
I had to stay alive there was no right or wrong | |
In the golden age of steam | |
The fatherland was rising the world would hear the roar | |
Both sides fed and trusted me by 1944 | |
Trains ran on time those days oiling the machine | |
Smoke rose up like serpents I was barely seventeen | |
In the golden age of steam | |
It' s over now but not somehow | |
I was a hero then to many men | |
Switzerland was a short ride for an eager blond haired boy | |
With a silver smile and loaded with jewellery to enjoy | |
Maybe one day they' ll come for me they' ll take me from my bed | |
A soldier of fortune that' s what my passport read | |
In the golden age of steam |