Song | The True Story of What Was |
Artist | Ani DiFranco |
Album | Educated Guess |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : DiFranco |
[00:00.00] | he light blue flickering rhythm of the neighbor's big console T.V. |
[00:04.38] | Is basking on the ceiling of another insomniac spree |
[00:08.16] | And outside sleep's open window |
[00:10.27] | Between the drops of rain |
[00:12.21] | History is writing a recipe book |
[00:14.08] | For every earthly pain |
[00:16.78] | Oh to clean up the clutter of echoes |
[00:18.85] | Coming in and out of focus |
[00:20.25] | Words spoken |
[00:21.17] | Like locusts |
[00:21.97] | Sing and sing |
[00:22.91] | In my head |
[00:24.67] | And thing is |
[00:26.11] | They often seem |
[00:27.23] | In my memory's long dream |
[00:29.10] | To be superfluous to the true story of what was |
[00:34.81] | Cuz |
[00:35.58] | Real is real regardless |
[00:37.23] | Of what you try to say |
[00:38.21] | Or say away |
[00:39.62] | Real is real relentless |
[00:41.09] | While words distract and dismay |
[00:43.71] | Words that change their tune |
[00:45.08] | Though the story remains the same |
[00:47.28] | Words that fill me quickly |
[00:48.56] | And then are slow to drain |
[00:50.65] | Dialogues that dither down reminiscent |
[00:52.72] | Of the way it likes to rain |
[00:54.96] | Every screen |
[00:55.76] | A smoke screen |
[00:57.25] | Oh to dream |
[00:58.70] | Just for a moment |
[00:59.80] | The picture |
[01:01.32] | Outside the frame |
[01:04.13] | Then in a flash |
[01:05.05] | The light blue horizon |
[01:06.29] | Spanning a sudden black |
[01:07.84] | Is sucked into the vanishing point |
[01:09.92] | And quiet rushes back |
[01:11.86] | To search for the downbeat |
[01:13.18] | In a tabla symphony |
[01:14.88] | To search in the darkness |
[01:16.11] | For someone who looks like me |
[01:18.93] | (Though I'm not really who I said I was or who I thought I'd be) |
[01:25.05] | Just a collection of recollections |
[01:26.93] | Conversations consisting |
[01:28.45] | Of the kind of marks we make |
[01:30.61] | When we're trying to get a pen to work again |
[01:33.96] | A lifetime of them! |
[01:38.10] | I say to me |
[01:39.46] | Now here listening |
[01:41.40] | I say to the locusts |
[01:42.62] | That sing and sing to me sitting |
[01:44.99] | Now here on the front porch swing of my eyes: |
[01:48.09] | I hereby amend |
[01:49.75] | Whatever I've ever said |
[01:52.45] | With this sigh |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : DiFranco |
[00:00.00] | he light blue flickering rhythm of the neighbor' s big console T. V. |
[00:04.38] | Is basking on the ceiling of another insomniac spree |
[00:08.16] | And outside sleep' s open window |
[00:10.27] | Between the drops of rain |
[00:12.21] | History is writing a recipe book |
[00:14.08] | For every earthly pain |
[00:16.78] | Oh to clean up the clutter of echoes |
[00:18.85] | Coming in and out of focus |
[00:20.25] | Words spoken |
[00:21.17] | Like locusts |
[00:21.97] | Sing and sing |
[00:22.91] | In my head |
[00:24.67] | And thing is |
[00:26.11] | They often seem |
[00:27.23] | In my memory' s long dream |
[00:29.10] | To be superfluous to the true story of what was |
[00:34.81] | Cuz |
[00:35.58] | Real is real regardless |
[00:37.23] | Of what you try to say |
[00:38.21] | Or say away |
[00:39.62] | Real is real relentless |
[00:41.09] | While words distract and dismay |
[00:43.71] | Words that change their tune |
[00:45.08] | Though the story remains the same |
[00:47.28] | Words that fill me quickly |
[00:48.56] | And then are slow to drain |
[00:50.65] | Dialogues that dither down reminiscent |
[00:52.72] | Of the way it likes to rain |
[00:54.96] | Every screen |
[00:55.76] | A smoke screen |
[00:57.25] | Oh to dream |
[00:58.70] | Just for a moment |
[00:59.80] | The picture |
[01:01.32] | Outside the frame |
[01:04.13] | Then in a flash |
[01:05.05] | The light blue horizon |
[01:06.29] | Spanning a sudden black |
[01:07.84] | Is sucked into the vanishing point |
[01:09.92] | And quiet rushes back |
[01:11.86] | To search for the downbeat |
[01:13.18] | In a tabla symphony |
[01:14.88] | To search in the darkness |
[01:16.11] | For someone who looks like me |
[01:18.93] | Though I' m not really who I said I was or who I thought I' d be |
[01:25.05] | Just a collection of recollections |
[01:26.93] | Conversations consisting |
[01:28.45] | Of the kind of marks we make |
[01:30.61] | When we' re trying to get a pen to work again |
[01:33.96] | A lifetime of them! |
[01:38.10] | I say to me |
[01:39.46] | Now here listening |
[01:41.40] | I say to the locusts |
[01:42.62] | That sing and sing to me sitting |
[01:44.99] | Now here on the front porch swing of my eyes: |
[01:48.09] | I hereby amend |
[01:49.75] | Whatever I' ve ever said |
[01:52.45] | With this sigh |