Song | Biomusicology |
Artist | Ted Leo and the Pharmacists |
Album | The Tyranny of Distance |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Leo | |
Had we never come across the vastness of pavement | |
The barrenness of waves and the grayness of the sea | |
Never lost or ne'er been misguided | |
We'd have ne'er reached seas so shining | |
Or come from out of a hansom in Camden | |
To a bar in the basement while all the while it rained | |
Or come around to the friendliest of faces | |
Handsomest in ugly places | |
Or come from out of the tunnels we dig in | |
To see that tunneling's not living and working doesn't work | |
Or come to find that loving is labor | |
Labor's life and life's forever | |
Or come to see that keeping's not giving | |
You get what you've given, you get what you deserve | |
And in the midst of all of the action | |
Maybe only there found satisfaction | |
Chasing sea foam dreams around another dirty old town | |
Parallel run streams toward the gray ocean from the green ground | |
'Oed und leer, das meer, but look beneath the glassy surface | |
All the songs you hear, down there they have a purpose | |
All in all, we cannot stop singing | |
We cannot start sinking, we swim until it ends | |
They may kill and we may be parted | |
But we will ne'er be brokenhearted |
zuo qu : Leo | |
Had we never come across the vastness of pavement | |
The barrenness of waves and the grayness of the sea | |
Never lost or ne' er been misguided | |
We' d have ne' er reached seas so shining | |
Or come from out of a hansom in Camden | |
To a bar in the basement while all the while it rained | |
Or come around to the friendliest of faces | |
Handsomest in ugly places | |
Or come from out of the tunnels we dig in | |
To see that tunneling' s not living and working doesn' t work | |
Or come to find that loving is labor | |
Labor' s life and life' s forever | |
Or come to see that keeping' s not giving | |
You get what you' ve given, you get what you deserve | |
And in the midst of all of the action | |
Maybe only there found satisfaction | |
Chasing sea foam dreams around another dirty old town | |
Parallel run streams toward the gray ocean from the green ground | |
' Oed und leer, das meer, but look beneath the glassy surface | |
All the songs you hear, down there they have a purpose | |
All in all, we cannot stop singing | |
We cannot start sinking, we swim until it ends | |
They may kill and we may be parted | |
But we will ne' er be brokenhearted |
zuò qǔ : Leo | |
Had we never come across the vastness of pavement | |
The barrenness of waves and the grayness of the sea | |
Never lost or ne' er been misguided | |
We' d have ne' er reached seas so shining | |
Or come from out of a hansom in Camden | |
To a bar in the basement while all the while it rained | |
Or come around to the friendliest of faces | |
Handsomest in ugly places | |
Or come from out of the tunnels we dig in | |
To see that tunneling' s not living and working doesn' t work | |
Or come to find that loving is labor | |
Labor' s life and life' s forever | |
Or come to see that keeping' s not giving | |
You get what you' ve given, you get what you deserve | |
And in the midst of all of the action | |
Maybe only there found satisfaction | |
Chasing sea foam dreams around another dirty old town | |
Parallel run streams toward the gray ocean from the green ground | |
' Oed und leer, das meer, but look beneath the glassy surface | |
All the songs you hear, down there they have a purpose | |
All in all, we cannot stop singing | |
We cannot start sinking, we swim until it ends | |
They may kill and we may be parted | |
But we will ne' er be brokenhearted |