Song | Squeaky Fingers |
Artist | Ted Leo and the Pharmacists |
Album | The Tyranny of Distance |
作曲 : Leo | |
Like it's a dream and there's a moon, and a tune | |
A shower in a motel room | |
And through the steam and in my ear, I can hear | |
Squeaky fingers on the mirror | |
Beyond the door, out in the lot, the night is hot | |
The kids are giving what they got | |
And is it me, or is it fey when I say | |
It reminds me of another day? | |
Out in the road, across the town, out and down | |
Where they disappear without a sound | |
Into the hole from whence they came, without a name | |
Giving and getting joy and pain | |
And into pants, then into boots and business suits | |
To fill them out while they commute | |
or to remain in tricked-out cars and country bars | |
County fairs and church bazaars, stay hard! | |
Like it's a dream in motion slow and they all know | |
I hear them come and watch them go | |
And as the steam begins to clear, I face the mirror | |
The evidence has disappeared | |
Into the hole from whence it came, still unnamed | |
Like tomorrow's town is just the same | |
Into the hole from whence I came, still unnamed | |
Like tomorrow's town is just the same, unnamed |
zuò qǔ : Leo | |
Like it' s a dream and there' s a moon, and a tune | |
A shower in a motel room | |
And through the steam and in my ear, I can hear | |
Squeaky fingers on the mirror | |
Beyond the door, out in the lot, the night is hot | |
The kids are giving what they got | |
And is it me, or is it fey when I say | |
It reminds me of another day? | |
Out in the road, across the town, out and down | |
Where they disappear without a sound | |
Into the hole from whence they came, without a name | |
Giving and getting joy and pain | |
And into pants, then into boots and business suits | |
To fill them out while they commute | |
or to remain in trickedout cars and country bars | |
County fairs and church bazaars, stay hard! | |
Like it' s a dream in motion slow and they all know | |
I hear them come and watch them go | |
And as the steam begins to clear, I face the mirror | |
The evidence has disappeared | |
Into the hole from whence it came, still unnamed | |
Like tomorrow' s town is just the same | |
Into the hole from whence I came, still unnamed | |
Like tomorrow' s town is just the same, unnamed |