When Sal's Burned Down Lyrics
| Song | When Sal's Burned Down |
| Artist | Dar Williams |
| Album | The Honesty Room |
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| 作词 : Williams | |
| Words and music by Dar Williams | |
| Are we the fools for being suprised that a silence could end with no sound | |
| Like the silent movie era like with snow like when Sal's burned | |
| down | |
| Well yeah there was noise but nothing to mark the passing on | |
| Of that great unspoken chance we had found | |
| Where the night's end came well-trod and familiar | |
| Like the Charlie Chapin walk that fades to black | |
| And there wasn't anyone trying to sell their souls | |
| They were only trying to buy them back | |
| They were only trying to buy them back | |
| Well yeah there was a Sal he walked with bulging pockets round town | |
| Either he was up to no good or he just got excited watching things burn down | |
| Well I guess he got the idea if you hold a chunk of gold in your hand now | |
| For once in your life you can throw some weight around | |
| And Sal you slimeball sell-out how can we blame you | |
| We all want something to put our fingers on | |
| And you never know the true throne that you've lost | |
| Till the vinyl barstools are gone | |
| Till the vinyl barstools are gone | |
| If you toss around some words you might say that | |
| Sal was carrying a torch for the mob | |
| But the mob's gone too yeah the only sign of them left | |
| Is on every screen at the multiplex and we go there no prob hey | |
| Cause there ain't no cowboys in this Connecticut town | |
| No not anymore, no, not since Sal's burned down | |
| Once you'd dip your tin cup down in the muse's watering hole | |
| Or pioneer a new patch of common ground | |
| Then you'd lie on your time-traveled bedroll | |
| Quite amazed at the expansive terrain* | |
| And if anyone said that you'd never have fame and fortune just | |
| that bar | |
| You know you'd ride that way again | |
| I bet you'd ride that way again |
| zuo ci : Williams | |
| Words and music by Dar Williams | |
| Are we the fools for being suprised that a silence could end with no sound | |
| Like the silent movie era like with snow like when Sal' s burned | |
| down | |
| Well yeah there was noise but nothing to mark the passing on | |
| Of that great unspoken chance we had found | |
| Where the night' s end came welltrod and familiar | |
| Like the Charlie Chapin walk that fades to black | |
| And there wasn' t anyone trying to sell their souls | |
| They were only trying to buy them back | |
| They were only trying to buy them back | |
| Well yeah there was a Sal he walked with bulging pockets round town | |
| Either he was up to no good or he just got excited watching things burn down | |
| Well I guess he got the idea if you hold a chunk of gold in your hand now | |
| For once in your life you can throw some weight around | |
| And Sal you slimeball sellout how can we blame you | |
| We all want something to put our fingers on | |
| And you never know the true throne that you' ve lost | |
| Till the vinyl barstools are gone | |
| Till the vinyl barstools are gone | |
| If you toss around some words you might say that | |
| Sal was carrying a torch for the mob | |
| But the mob' s gone too yeah the only sign of them left | |
| Is on every screen at the multiplex and we go there no prob hey | |
| Cause there ain' t no cowboys in this Connecticut town | |
| No not anymore, no, not since Sal' s burned down | |
| Once you' d dip your tin cup down in the muse' s watering hole | |
| Or pioneer a new patch of common ground | |
| Then you' d lie on your timetraveled bedroll | |
| Quite amazed at the expansive terrain | |
| And if anyone said that you' d never have fame and fortune just | |
| that bar | |
| You know you' d ride that way again | |
| I bet you' d ride that way again |
| zuò cí : Williams | |
| Words and music by Dar Williams | |
| Are we the fools for being suprised that a silence could end with no sound | |
| Like the silent movie era like with snow like when Sal' s burned | |
| down | |
| Well yeah there was noise but nothing to mark the passing on | |
| Of that great unspoken chance we had found | |
| Where the night' s end came welltrod and familiar | |
| Like the Charlie Chapin walk that fades to black | |
| And there wasn' t anyone trying to sell their souls | |
| They were only trying to buy them back | |
| They were only trying to buy them back | |
| Well yeah there was a Sal he walked with bulging pockets round town | |
| Either he was up to no good or he just got excited watching things burn down | |
| Well I guess he got the idea if you hold a chunk of gold in your hand now | |
| For once in your life you can throw some weight around | |
| And Sal you slimeball sellout how can we blame you | |
| We all want something to put our fingers on | |
| And you never know the true throne that you' ve lost | |
| Till the vinyl barstools are gone | |
| Till the vinyl barstools are gone | |
| If you toss around some words you might say that | |
| Sal was carrying a torch for the mob | |
| But the mob' s gone too yeah the only sign of them left | |
| Is on every screen at the multiplex and we go there no prob hey | |
| Cause there ain' t no cowboys in this Connecticut town | |
| No not anymore, no, not since Sal' s burned down | |
| Once you' d dip your tin cup down in the muse' s watering hole | |
| Or pioneer a new patch of common ground | |
| Then you' d lie on your timetraveled bedroll | |
| Quite amazed at the expansive terrain | |
| And if anyone said that you' d never have fame and fortune just | |
| that bar | |
| You know you' d ride that way again | |
| I bet you' d ride that way again |
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