Song | Forty Years |
Artist | Joe Jackson |
Album | Big World |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Joe Jackson | |
作词 : Joe Jackson | |
On the tenth anniversary of the end of World War Two | |
Here in Berlin, people line up to get in | |
To wait for the end, living in glorious sin | |
They've looked around and now there is no looking back | |
To when rivers ran red, now it's the sky that grows black | |
Shadows are cast as two giants roam over the earth | |
We light a match, but what is that little flame worth | |
Once allies danced and sang | |
But it was forty years ago | |
Here in D.C., they talk about 'Euro-disease' | |
And how the French are always so damn hard to please | |
Motions are passed in Brussels but no one agrees | |
And no one walks tall, but no one gets down on their knees | |
Once allies laughed and drank | |
But it was forty years ago | |
Where I come from, they don't like Americans much | |
They think they're so loud, so tasteless and so out of touch | |
Stiff upper lips are curled into permanent sneers | |
Self-satisfied, awaiting the next forty years | |
Once allies cried and cheered | |
But it was forty years ago |
zuo qu : Joe Jackson | |
zuo ci : Joe Jackson | |
On the tenth anniversary of the end of World War Two | |
Here in Berlin, people line up to get in | |
To wait for the end, living in glorious sin | |
They' ve looked around and now there is no looking back | |
To when rivers ran red, now it' s the sky that grows black | |
Shadows are cast as two giants roam over the earth | |
We light a match, but what is that little flame worth | |
Once allies danced and sang | |
But it was forty years ago | |
Here in D. C., they talk about ' Eurodisease' | |
And how the French are always so damn hard to please | |
Motions are passed in Brussels but no one agrees | |
And no one walks tall, but no one gets down on their knees | |
Once allies laughed and drank | |
But it was forty years ago | |
Where I come from, they don' t like Americans much | |
They think they' re so loud, so tasteless and so out of touch | |
Stiff upper lips are curled into permanent sneers | |
Selfsatisfied, awaiting the next forty years | |
Once allies cried and cheered | |
But it was forty years ago |
zuò qǔ : Joe Jackson | |
zuò cí : Joe Jackson | |
On the tenth anniversary of the end of World War Two | |
Here in Berlin, people line up to get in | |
To wait for the end, living in glorious sin | |
They' ve looked around and now there is no looking back | |
To when rivers ran red, now it' s the sky that grows black | |
Shadows are cast as two giants roam over the earth | |
We light a match, but what is that little flame worth | |
Once allies danced and sang | |
But it was forty years ago | |
Here in D. C., they talk about ' Eurodisease' | |
And how the French are always so damn hard to please | |
Motions are passed in Brussels but no one agrees | |
And no one walks tall, but no one gets down on their knees | |
Once allies laughed and drank | |
But it was forty years ago | |
Where I come from, they don' t like Americans much | |
They think they' re so loud, so tasteless and so out of touch | |
Stiff upper lips are curled into permanent sneers | |
Selfsatisfied, awaiting the next forty years | |
Once allies cried and cheered | |
But it was forty years ago |