Song | Bridges, Squares |
Artist | Ted Leo and the Pharmacists |
Album | Hearts of Oak |
作曲 : Leo | |
As I walked on to Kendall square | |
And crossed the river basin there | |
The Charles was black, the sky was blue | |
The view was old, the bridge was new | |
And past the flow's constricted mouth | |
Commercial lines flowed mostly south | |
Or east across a boundless sea | |
Where rising soon, the star would be | |
The tides are moved by sun and moon | |
The spring will last from March to June | |
The red line train will pass behind | |
As long as bridge joins stream and sky | |
And from that point where I did stand | |
I wondered at the works of man | |
I wondered how this walk began | |
'Til red line train came 'round again | |
But it's not the time to ossify | |
Not the end of wondering why | |
Not in your faith or your apostasy | |
Not the end of history | |
As I can take, so I could give | |
If I could shop where I could live | |
As I can read, so I'd write books | |
If I could eat where I could cook | |
Where talkers have a place to meet | |
Where walkers walk along the street | |
And subways travel paths well hid | |
And ferries take you off the grid | |
But it's not the time to ossify | |
Not the end of wondering why | |
Not in your faith or your apostasy | |
Not the end of | |
Predictable waves of historicity | |
Or nostalgia for gaslit times I'll never ever see | |
Futurians manifest | |
Internationalists | |
Connected are the promenades and waterways | |
The living waves of harbor nights and city days | |
And where is the builder, was there something missed? | |
Hidden in the plans to the bridge that started this | |
But it's not the time to ossify | |
Not the end of wondering why | |
Not in your faith or your apostasy | |
Not the end of history | |
As I walked on to Founders' Square | |
And crossed the river basin there | |
The Passaic was gray, the sky was blue | |
The bridge was old, the view was new | |
And from that point where I did stand | |
I wondered at the builders' plan | |
I wondered how this walk would end | |
'Til path train came around again | |
But it's not the time to ossify | |
Not the end of wondering why | |
Not in your faith or your apostasy | |
Not the end of history |
zuò qǔ : Leo | |
As I walked on to Kendall square | |
And crossed the river basin there | |
The Charles was black, the sky was blue | |
The view was old, the bridge was new | |
And past the flow' s constricted mouth | |
Commercial lines flowed mostly south | |
Or east across a boundless sea | |
Where rising soon, the star would be | |
The tides are moved by sun and moon | |
The spring will last from March to June | |
The red line train will pass behind | |
As long as bridge joins stream and sky | |
And from that point where I did stand | |
I wondered at the works of man | |
I wondered how this walk began | |
' Til red line train came ' round again | |
But it' s not the time to ossify | |
Not the end of wondering why | |
Not in your faith or your apostasy | |
Not the end of history | |
As I can take, so I could give | |
If I could shop where I could live | |
As I can read, so I' d write books | |
If I could eat where I could cook | |
Where talkers have a place to meet | |
Where walkers walk along the street | |
And subways travel paths well hid | |
And ferries take you off the grid | |
But it' s not the time to ossify | |
Not the end of wondering why | |
Not in your faith or your apostasy | |
Not the end of | |
Predictable waves of historicity | |
Or nostalgia for gaslit times I' ll never ever see | |
Futurians manifest | |
Internationalists | |
Connected are the promenades and waterways | |
The living waves of harbor nights and city days | |
And where is the builder, was there something missed? | |
Hidden in the plans to the bridge that started this | |
But it' s not the time to ossify | |
Not the end of wondering why | |
Not in your faith or your apostasy | |
Not the end of history | |
As I walked on to Founders' Square | |
And crossed the river basin there | |
The Passaic was gray, the sky was blue | |
The bridge was old, the view was new | |
And from that point where I did stand | |
I wondered at the builders' plan | |
I wondered how this walk would end | |
' Til path train came around again | |
But it' s not the time to ossify | |
Not the end of wondering why | |
Not in your faith or your apostasy | |
Not the end of history |