Song | Deep Dish |
Artist | Ani DiFranco |
Album | Little Plastic Castle |
作词 : DiFranco | |
Cold and drizzly night in Chicago's deep dish | |
Fluorescent light of the bathroom | |
Shows my hands as they are | |
See an eyelash on my cheek | |
Pick it off and make a wish | |
And walk back out into the bar | |
Wind at the windows | |
Neon lights, the pattered pane | |
The waitress wields the weight | |
Of her tray around her palm | |
The doorman cups his hands | |
And lights his cigarette again | |
And the rain marches on | |
(This is only a possibility in a world of possibilities. There are, obviously | |
there are many possibilities, ranging from small to large, before long there | |
will be short, before short there was nothing. When there was nothing there | |
was always the possibility of something, becoming what it is) | |
Don't even bother trying | |
To say something clever | |
Clever is as clever does | |
No matter what it says | |
I'm looking for a sign | |
Says you're for real this time | |
But I don't trust what's in your head | |
I walk up to the bar | |
And point to the top shelf | |
And then I throw my head back | |
And laugh at myself | |
I raise a toast to all our saviors | |
Each so badly behaved | |
It's too bad that their world | |
Is the one that they saved | |
(Now you got to dance with me, now is when it's gotta be cuz I can't wait for | |
the dance floor to fill in. If you want to dance with me, I'll show you how | |
it's gonna be cuz I can't wait for the band to begin) | |
There's a spider spinning cobwebs | |
From your elbow to the table | |
While my eyes ride the crowd | |
In a secret rodeo | |
I smile with my mouth | |
Lift my watch up to the light | |
Say, oh look I have to go |
zuò cí : DiFranco | |
Cold and drizzly night in Chicago' s deep dish | |
Fluorescent light of the bathroom | |
Shows my hands as they are | |
See an eyelash on my cheek | |
Pick it off and make a wish | |
And walk back out into the bar | |
Wind at the windows | |
Neon lights, the pattered pane | |
The waitress wields the weight | |
Of her tray around her palm | |
The doorman cups his hands | |
And lights his cigarette again | |
And the rain marches on | |
This is only a possibility in a world of possibilities. There are, obviously | |
there are many possibilities, ranging from small to large, before long there | |
will be short, before short there was nothing. When there was nothing there | |
was always the possibility of something, becoming what it is | |
Don' t even bother trying | |
To say something clever | |
Clever is as clever does | |
No matter what it says | |
I' m looking for a sign | |
Says you' re for real this time | |
But I don' t trust what' s in your head | |
I walk up to the bar | |
And point to the top shelf | |
And then I throw my head back | |
And laugh at myself | |
I raise a toast to all our saviors | |
Each so badly behaved | |
It' s too bad that their world | |
Is the one that they saved | |
Now you got to dance with me, now is when it' s gotta be cuz I can' t wait for | |
the dance floor to fill in. If you want to dance with me, I' ll show you how | |
it' s gonna be cuz I can' t wait for the band to begin | |
There' s a spider spinning cobwebs | |
From your elbow to the table | |
While my eyes ride the crowd | |
In a secret rodeo | |
I smile with my mouth | |
Lift my watch up to the light | |
Say, oh look I have to go |