Song | Before the Deluge |
Artist | Jackson Browne |
Album | No Nukes - The Muse Concerts for a Non-Nuclear Future |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Jackson Browne | |
作曲 : Jackson Browne | |
Some of them were dreamers | |
And some of them were fools | |
Who were making plans and thinking of the future | |
With the energy of the innocent | |
They were gathering the tools | |
They would need to make their journey back to nature | |
While the sand slipped through the opening | |
And their hands reached for the golden ring | |
With their hearts they turned to each other's heart for refuge | |
In the troubled years that came before the deluge | |
Some of them knew pleasure | |
And some of them knew pain | |
And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered | |
And on the brave and crazy wings of youth | |
They went flying around in the rain | |
And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered | |
And in the end they traded their tired wings | |
For the resignation that living brings | |
And exchanged love's bright and fragile glow | |
For the glitter and the rouge | |
And in the moment they were swept before the deluge | |
Now let the music keep our spirits high | |
And let the buildings keep our children dry | |
Let creation reveal it's secrets by and by | |
By and by... | |
When the light that's lost within us reaches the sky | |
Some of them were angry | |
At the way the earth was abused | |
By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power | |
And they struggled to protect her from them | |
Only to be confused | |
By the magnitude of her fury in the final hour | |
And when the sand was gone and the time arrived | |
In the naked dawn only a few survived | |
And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge | |
Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge | |
Now let the music keep our spirits high | |
And let the buildings keep our children dry | |
Let creation reveal it's secrets by and by | |
By and by... | |
When the light |
zuo ci : Jackson Browne | |
zuo qu : Jackson Browne | |
Some of them were dreamers | |
And some of them were fools | |
Who were making plans and thinking of the future | |
With the energy of the innocent | |
They were gathering the tools | |
They would need to make their journey back to nature | |
While the sand slipped through the opening | |
And their hands reached for the golden ring | |
With their hearts they turned to each other' s heart for refuge | |
In the troubled years that came before the deluge | |
Some of them knew pleasure | |
And some of them knew pain | |
And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered | |
And on the brave and crazy wings of youth | |
They went flying around in the rain | |
And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered | |
And in the end they traded their tired wings | |
For the resignation that living brings | |
And exchanged love' s bright and fragile glow | |
For the glitter and the rouge | |
And in the moment they were swept before the deluge | |
Now let the music keep our spirits high | |
And let the buildings keep our children dry | |
Let creation reveal it' s secrets by and by | |
By and by... | |
When the light that' s lost within us reaches the sky | |
Some of them were angry | |
At the way the earth was abused | |
By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power | |
And they struggled to protect her from them | |
Only to be confused | |
By the magnitude of her fury in the final hour | |
And when the sand was gone and the time arrived | |
In the naked dawn only a few survived | |
And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge | |
Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge | |
Now let the music keep our spirits high | |
And let the buildings keep our children dry | |
Let creation reveal it' s secrets by and by | |
By and by... | |
When the light |
zuò cí : Jackson Browne | |
zuò qǔ : Jackson Browne | |
Some of them were dreamers | |
And some of them were fools | |
Who were making plans and thinking of the future | |
With the energy of the innocent | |
They were gathering the tools | |
They would need to make their journey back to nature | |
While the sand slipped through the opening | |
And their hands reached for the golden ring | |
With their hearts they turned to each other' s heart for refuge | |
In the troubled years that came before the deluge | |
Some of them knew pleasure | |
And some of them knew pain | |
And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered | |
And on the brave and crazy wings of youth | |
They went flying around in the rain | |
And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered | |
And in the end they traded their tired wings | |
For the resignation that living brings | |
And exchanged love' s bright and fragile glow | |
For the glitter and the rouge | |
And in the moment they were swept before the deluge | |
Now let the music keep our spirits high | |
And let the buildings keep our children dry | |
Let creation reveal it' s secrets by and by | |
By and by... | |
When the light that' s lost within us reaches the sky | |
Some of them were angry | |
At the way the earth was abused | |
By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power | |
And they struggled to protect her from them | |
Only to be confused | |
By the magnitude of her fury in the final hour | |
And when the sand was gone and the time arrived | |
In the naked dawn only a few survived | |
And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge | |
Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge | |
Now let the music keep our spirits high | |
And let the buildings keep our children dry | |
Let creation reveal it' s secrets by and by | |
By and by... | |
When the light |