Song | Dial Up |
Artist | Ted Leo and the Pharmacists |
Album | The Tyranny of Distance |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Leo | |
Pack up what you own and you dial up who you can phone | |
And you save up all your pennies | |
And we hope, but oh, is there any? | |
And we wonder oh, how can he put you out tonight? | |
Go back in your mind twenty years in time | |
And we'll go walking through your garden | |
See the trees you planted in your yard then | |
All your work, it didn't seem so hard then, but it's hard tonight | |
Five years further on, from the stage it looked like we'd won | |
But how many of those who heard you play | |
Have gone their insouciant ways? | |
And the streets run bloody to this day and to your house tonight | |
And we, still so touched, can we offer you that much? | |
More than those who you fought and who've left you with naught? | |
And who lied to you, they've lied to you | |
They've lied to you, lied to you, lied to you, lied to you, but this you always knew | |
So pack up your bulls and smalls and we'll tack up your paintings on our walls | |
And we'll write down all our songs then | |
And we'll right up all our wrongs then | |
And we'll tear up the streets a million strong then in your name tonight |
zuo qu : Leo | |
Pack up what you own and you dial up who you can phone | |
And you save up all your pennies | |
And we hope, but oh, is there any? | |
And we wonder oh, how can he put you out tonight? | |
Go back in your mind twenty years in time | |
And we' ll go walking through your garden | |
See the trees you planted in your yard then | |
All your work, it didn' t seem so hard then, but it' s hard tonight | |
Five years further on, from the stage it looked like we' d won | |
But how many of those who heard you play | |
Have gone their insouciant ways? | |
And the streets run bloody to this day and to your house tonight | |
And we, still so touched, can we offer you that much? | |
More than those who you fought and who' ve left you with naught? | |
And who lied to you, they' ve lied to you | |
They' ve lied to you, lied to you, lied to you, lied to you, but this you always knew | |
So pack up your bulls and smalls and we' ll tack up your paintings on our walls | |
And we' ll write down all our songs then | |
And we' ll right up all our wrongs then | |
And we' ll tear up the streets a million strong then in your name tonight |
zuò qǔ : Leo | |
Pack up what you own and you dial up who you can phone | |
And you save up all your pennies | |
And we hope, but oh, is there any? | |
And we wonder oh, how can he put you out tonight? | |
Go back in your mind twenty years in time | |
And we' ll go walking through your garden | |
See the trees you planted in your yard then | |
All your work, it didn' t seem so hard then, but it' s hard tonight | |
Five years further on, from the stage it looked like we' d won | |
But how many of those who heard you play | |
Have gone their insouciant ways? | |
And the streets run bloody to this day and to your house tonight | |
And we, still so touched, can we offer you that much? | |
More than those who you fought and who' ve left you with naught? | |
And who lied to you, they' ve lied to you | |
They' ve lied to you, lied to you, lied to you, lied to you, but this you always knew | |
So pack up your bulls and smalls and we' ll tack up your paintings on our walls | |
And we' ll write down all our songs then | |
And we' ll right up all our wrongs then | |
And we' ll tear up the streets a million strong then in your name tonight |