| Song | All These Strangers |
| Artist | Elvis Costello |
| Album | National Ransom |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Costello Burnett |
| [00:00.337] | 作词 : Costello Burnett |
| [00:01.11] | Mistreat me darling and I might just disappear |
| [00:05.29] | |
| [00:08.12] | Upon freighter running dark out of Algiers |
| [00:12.20] | |
| [00:14.85] | Put tiny grains in children's tears |
| [00:19.91] | |
| [00:21.89] | While taking 25% of all the flashbulbs and mementoes |
| [00:28.52] | |
| [00:29.03] | From the mechanized divisions rolling over your frontiers |
| [00:35.20] | |
| [00:35.73] | I saw my baby talking to a man today |
| [00:40.42] | |
| [00:43.39] | Speaking softly in a confidential way |
| [00:47.83] | |
| [00:49.59] | I saw a shadow pull his glove off |
| [00:55.63] | |
| [00:57.51] | As a bluebird flew over |
| [01:00.60] | Life's is no pleasure |
| [01:01.83] | |
| [01:02.90] | When you doubt the one you love |
| [01:05.21] | |
| [01:08.36] | Who are all these strangers |
| [01:12.40] | |
| [01:14.98] | I never will go back again |
| [01:19.62] | |
| [01:21.69] | Go back into the past |
| [01:23.50] | |
| [01:24.86] | The flood is rising fast |
| [01:27.05] | |
| [01:30.43] | You can break your window and look down |
| [01:33.78] | |
| [01:37.01] | Into a muddy glass |
| [01:39.27] | |
| [01:40.29] | For it's mirror or lens to burn |
| [01:44.40] | |
| [01:47.70] | There was a deal done in Benghazi and Belgrade |
| [01:53.22] | |
| [01:55.48] | Upon a scimitar or other crooked blade |
| [02:00.16] | |
| [02:02.20] | Ransacks and loots vacated suits |
| [02:07.54] | |
| [02:10.47] | And pistol points but never shoots |
| [02:14.06] | Army sitting in a locomotive yard without their boots |
| [02:22.28] | |
| [02:24.48] | Upstairs your man is painting the rain out in the street |
| [02:29.38] | |
| [02:31.98] | Imagines woman that he's destined still to meet |
| [02:36.73] | |
| [02:39.01] | He's trying sidetrack one to count on |
| [02:44.91] | |
| [02:46.75] | Caught somewhere between countess or a courtesan |
| [02:52.38] | And it's only love to feign and then it's gone |
| [02:56.67] | |
| [02:57.77] | Who are all these strangers |
| [03:02.57] | |
| [03:06.37] | He's a privateer as dusk gets near |
| [03:10.14] | |
| [03:11.58] | A brigand after dark his victim lined with chalk |
| [03:17.29] | |
| [03:20.77] | A corsair filled with horsehair to the core |
| [03:24.89] | |
| [03:27.99] | Dashed on your eyes of adamantine |
| [03:30.36] | |
| [03:31.47] | You despised his stripling whine |
| [03:34.57] | |
| [03:38.63] | That little smudger and the mouthpiece that he's with |
| [03:44.06] | |
| [03:46.04] | Using his clause just like a practised fingersmith |
| [03:51.10] | |
| [03:53.58] | I dreamed I took his digit prints |
| [03:59.02] | |
| [04:01.14] | And then I sewed them on a villain's hands |
| [04:04.99] | |
| [04:05.86] | Watched him ransom and demand |
| [04:08.26] | |
| [04:09.47] | Until called the flatfoots in |
| [04:13.12] | |
| [04:16.30] | I never will go back again |
| [04:20.76] | |
| [04:22.58] | Go back into the past |
| [04:24.49] | |
| [04:26.31] | The flood is rising fast |
| [04:28.83] | |
| [04:32.19] | You can break your window and look down |
| [04:35.72] | |
| [04:38.95] | Into a muddy glass |
| [04:41.15] | |
| [04:42.26] | For it's a mirror or lens to burn |
| [04:46.08] | |
| [04:49.93] | Who are all these strangers |
| [04:55.06] | |
| [04:59.02] | All these strangers |
| [05:04.17] | |
| [05:07.24] | Sat down on a narrow bed |
| [05:09.71] | |
| [05:11.32] | Thought about the things she said |
| [05:13.84] | |
| [05:14.81] | All these strangers |
| [05:20.23] | |
| [05:22.97] | How I wished the night would never end |
| [05:26.14] | |
| [05:27.00] | Tried to stop the days ahead |
| [05:29.80] | I'd carve her name down in the wood |
| [05:33.20] | |
| [05:34.25] | Some small remembrance if I could |
| [05:40.47] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Costello Burnett |
| [00:00.337] | zuò cí : Costello Burnett |
| [00:01.11] | Mistreat me darling and I might just disappear |
| [00:05.29] | |
| [00:08.12] | Upon freighter running dark out of Algiers |
| [00:12.20] | |
| [00:14.85] | Put tiny grains in children' s tears |
| [00:19.91] | |
| [00:21.89] | While taking 25 of all the flashbulbs and mementoes |
| [00:28.52] | |
| [00:29.03] | From the mechanized divisions rolling over your frontiers |
| [00:35.20] | |
| [00:35.73] | I saw my baby talking to a man today |
| [00:40.42] | |
| [00:43.39] | Speaking softly in a confidential way |
| [00:47.83] | |
| [00:49.59] | I saw a shadow pull his glove off |
| [00:55.63] | |
| [00:57.51] | As a bluebird flew over |
| [01:00.60] | Life' s is no pleasure |
| [01:01.83] | |
| [01:02.90] | When you doubt the one you love |
| [01:05.21] | |
| [01:08.36] | Who are all these strangers |
| [01:12.40] | |
| [01:14.98] | I never will go back again |
| [01:19.62] | |
| [01:21.69] | Go back into the past |
| [01:23.50] | |
| [01:24.86] | The flood is rising fast |
| [01:27.05] | |
| [01:30.43] | You can break your window and look down |
| [01:33.78] | |
| [01:37.01] | Into a muddy glass |
| [01:39.27] | |
| [01:40.29] | For it' s mirror or lens to burn |
| [01:44.40] | |
| [01:47.70] | There was a deal done in Benghazi and Belgrade |
| [01:53.22] | |
| [01:55.48] | Upon a scimitar or other crooked blade |
| [02:00.16] | |
| [02:02.20] | Ransacks and loots vacated suits |
| [02:07.54] | |
| [02:10.47] | And pistol points but never shoots |
| [02:14.06] | Army sitting in a locomotive yard without their boots |
| [02:22.28] | |
| [02:24.48] | Upstairs your man is painting the rain out in the street |
| [02:29.38] | |
| [02:31.98] | Imagines woman that he' s destined still to meet |
| [02:36.73] | |
| [02:39.01] | He' s trying sidetrack one to count on |
| [02:44.91] | |
| [02:46.75] | Caught somewhere between countess or a courtesan |
| [02:52.38] | And it' s only love to feign and then it' s gone |
| [02:56.67] | |
| [02:57.77] | Who are all these strangers |
| [03:02.57] | |
| [03:06.37] | He' s a privateer as dusk gets near |
| [03:10.14] | |
| [03:11.58] | A brigand after dark his victim lined with chalk |
| [03:17.29] | |
| [03:20.77] | A corsair filled with horsehair to the core |
| [03:24.89] | |
| [03:27.99] | Dashed on your eyes of adamantine |
| [03:30.36] | |
| [03:31.47] | You despised his stripling whine |
| [03:34.57] | |
| [03:38.63] | That little smudger and the mouthpiece that he' s with |
| [03:44.06] | |
| [03:46.04] | Using his clause just like a practised fingersmith |
| [03:51.10] | |
| [03:53.58] | I dreamed I took his digit prints |
| [03:59.02] | |
| [04:01.14] | And then I sewed them on a villain' s hands |
| [04:04.99] | |
| [04:05.86] | Watched him ransom and demand |
| [04:08.26] | |
| [04:09.47] | Until called the flatfoots in |
| [04:13.12] | |
| [04:16.30] | I never will go back again |
| [04:20.76] | |
| [04:22.58] | Go back into the past |
| [04:24.49] | |
| [04:26.31] | The flood is rising fast |
| [04:28.83] | |
| [04:32.19] | You can break your window and look down |
| [04:35.72] | |
| [04:38.95] | Into a muddy glass |
| [04:41.15] | |
| [04:42.26] | For it' s a mirror or lens to burn |
| [04:46.08] | |
| [04:49.93] | Who are all these strangers |
| [04:55.06] | |
| [04:59.02] | All these strangers |
| [05:04.17] | |
| [05:07.24] | Sat down on a narrow bed |
| [05:09.71] | |
| [05:11.32] | Thought about the things she said |
| [05:13.84] | |
| [05:14.81] | All these strangers |
| [05:20.23] | |
| [05:22.97] | How I wished the night would never end |
| [05:26.14] | |
| [05:27.00] | Tried to stop the days ahead |
| [05:29.80] | I' d carve her name down in the wood |
| [05:33.20] | |
| [05:34.25] | Some small remembrance if I could |
| [05:40.47] |