Song | Color in Your Cheeks |
Artist | The Mountain Goats |
Album | All Hail West Texas |
作词 : Darnielle | |
She came in on the red eye to Dallas-Ft. Worth | |
All the way from sunny Taipei | |
Skin the color of a walnut shell | |
And a baseball cap holding down her black hair | |
And she came here after midnight | |
The hot weather made her feel right at home | |
Come on in, we haven't slept for weeks | |
Drink some of this, it'll put color in your cheeks | |
He drove in from Mexicali, no worse for wear | |
Money to burn, time to kill | |
But five minutes looking in his eyes and we all knew | |
He was broken pretty bad so we gave him what we had | |
We cleared a space for him to sleep in | |
And we let the silence that's our trademark make its presence felt | |
Come on in, we haven't slept for weeks | |
Drink some of this, it'll put color in your cheeks | |
They came in by the dozens, walking or crawling | |
Some were bright-eyed, some were dead on their feet | |
And they came from Zimbabwe or from Soviet Georgia | |
East St. Louis or from Paris or they lived across the street | |
But they came, and when they finally made it here | |
It was the least we could do to make our welcome clear | |
Come on in, we haven't slept for weeks | |
Drink some of this, it'll put color in your cheeks |
zuò cí : Darnielle | |
She came in on the red eye to DallasFt. Worth | |
All the way from sunny Taipei | |
Skin the color of a walnut shell | |
And a baseball cap holding down her black hair | |
And she came here after midnight | |
The hot weather made her feel right at home | |
Come on in, we haven' t slept for weeks | |
Drink some of this, it' ll put color in your cheeks | |
He drove in from Mexicali, no worse for wear | |
Money to burn, time to kill | |
But five minutes looking in his eyes and we all knew | |
He was broken pretty bad so we gave him what we had | |
We cleared a space for him to sleep in | |
And we let the silence that' s our trademark make its presence felt | |
Come on in, we haven' t slept for weeks | |
Drink some of this, it' ll put color in your cheeks | |
They came in by the dozens, walking or crawling | |
Some were brighteyed, some were dead on their feet | |
And they came from Zimbabwe or from Soviet Georgia | |
East St. Louis or from Paris or they lived across the street | |
But they came, and when they finally made it here | |
It was the least we could do to make our welcome clear | |
Come on in, we haven' t slept for weeks | |
Drink some of this, it' ll put color in your cheeks |