| Song | Tales Of Brave Ulysses - Live At Winterland |
| Artist | Cream |
| Album | Live Cream Volume 2 |
| 作曲 : Eric Clapton & Martin Sharp | |
| 作词 : Clapton, Sharp | |
| Well you thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever | |
| But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun | |
| And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids | |
| And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave | |
| UlyssesHow his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing | |
| Sparkling waves are calling you to touch her white laced lips | |
| You see your girl's brown body dancing through the turquoise | |
| And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea | |
| And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body | |
| Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind | |
| The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers | |
| You want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter | |
| Her name is | |
| Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell | |
| You know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands | |
| With tales of brave | |
| Ulysses, how his naked ears were tortured | |
| By the sirens sweetly singing | |
| The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers | |
| You want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter |
| zuò qǔ : Eric Clapton Martin Sharp | |
| zuò cí : Clapton, Sharp | |
| Well you thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever | |
| But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun | |
| And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids | |
| And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave | |
| UlyssesHow his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing | |
| Sparkling waves are calling you to touch her white laced lips | |
| You see your girl' s brown body dancing through the turquoise | |
| And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea | |
| And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body | |
| Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind | |
| The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers | |
| You want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter | |
| Her name is | |
| Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell | |
| You know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands | |
| With tales of brave | |
| Ulysses, how his naked ears were tortured | |
| By the sirens sweetly singing | |
| The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers | |
| You want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter |