Song | A Heartfelt Line Or Two |
Artist | Joan Baez |
Album | Blowin' Away |
作词 : Baez | |
A HEARTFELT LINE OR TWO | |
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) | |
Though the songwriters of the industry | |
Write most of the songs I do | |
And it's clear that no one will ever | |
Sing them quite the way I do | |
I think tonight I'll sit down and write | |
A heartfelt line or two | |
And if they turn out good enough | |
I owe every word to you | |
To the kid I thought was a little too young | |
To know what sadness was | |
Who took me out when I was down | |
And set out to find the cause | |
Of why the lady had the blues | |
And seemed on the verge of tears | |
I tell you that kid must have been around | |
For a hundred and fifty years | |
And to the tough guy blonde with the front tooth gone | |
And ships all over his chest | |
Who approached me out on the promenade | |
Of the beach heading into the west | |
His friends lay around on the muscleman lawn | |
Like a drunken pirate band | |
But he turned into a gentleman | |
Called me a lady and kissed my hand | |
Though the songwriters of the industry | |
Write most of the songs I do | |
And it's clear that no one will ever | |
Sing them quite the way I do | |
I think tonight I'll sit down and write | |
A heartfelt line or two | |
And if they turn out good enough | |
I owe every word to you | |
To the man and the woman who threw me a glance | |
As they picnicked by the sea | |
And returned their gaze to the kid and the food | |
So as not to bother me | |
They got up to leave and the woman looked on | |
As the man leaned down to say | |
"You've always meant so much to us | |
Don't want to bother you and have a nice day" | |
And to the band of gypsies I call friends | |
Who speak so carefully | |
To their friend with a life unlike their own | |
In its strange complexities | |
Who have the patience of the saints | |
When I've been down for a spell | |
I wish it were a whole lot easier | |
To find the words to wish them well | |
Though the songwriters of the industry | |
Write most of the songs I do | |
And it's clear that no one will ever | |
Sing them quite the way I do | |
I think tonight I'll sit down and write | |
A heartfelt line or two | |
And if they turn out good enough | |
I owe every word to you |
zuò cí : Baez | |
A HEARTFELT LINE OR TWO | |
Words and Music by Joan Baez | |
Though the songwriters of the industry | |
Write most of the songs I do | |
And it' s clear that no one will ever | |
Sing them quite the way I do | |
I think tonight I' ll sit down and write | |
A heartfelt line or two | |
And if they turn out good enough | |
I owe every word to you | |
To the kid I thought was a little too young | |
To know what sadness was | |
Who took me out when I was down | |
And set out to find the cause | |
Of why the lady had the blues | |
And seemed on the verge of tears | |
I tell you that kid must have been around | |
For a hundred and fifty years | |
And to the tough guy blonde with the front tooth gone | |
And ships all over his chest | |
Who approached me out on the promenade | |
Of the beach heading into the west | |
His friends lay around on the muscleman lawn | |
Like a drunken pirate band | |
But he turned into a gentleman | |
Called me a lady and kissed my hand | |
Though the songwriters of the industry | |
Write most of the songs I do | |
And it' s clear that no one will ever | |
Sing them quite the way I do | |
I think tonight I' ll sit down and write | |
A heartfelt line or two | |
And if they turn out good enough | |
I owe every word to you | |
To the man and the woman who threw me a glance | |
As they picnicked by the sea | |
And returned their gaze to the kid and the food | |
So as not to bother me | |
They got up to leave and the woman looked on | |
As the man leaned down to say | |
" You' ve always meant so much to us | |
Don' t want to bother you and have a nice day" | |
And to the band of gypsies I call friends | |
Who speak so carefully | |
To their friend with a life unlike their own | |
In its strange complexities | |
Who have the patience of the saints | |
When I' ve been down for a spell | |
I wish it were a whole lot easier | |
To find the words to wish them well | |
Though the songwriters of the industry | |
Write most of the songs I do | |
And it' s clear that no one will ever | |
Sing them quite the way I do | |
I think tonight I' ll sit down and write | |
A heartfelt line or two | |
And if they turn out good enough | |
I owe every word to you |