Song | From Here To There Eventually - Live 1970 |
Artist | Steppenwolf |
Album | Live Steppenwolf |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Edmonton, Kay, McJohn | |
You've filled this house with things of gold | |
While handing crumbs to the old and poor | |
And then you preach about being pure | |
And wonder why we're laughing | |
In your old way you're trying to find us | |
But we can't follow what's behind us | |
Too much blind faith, it will blind us | |
Though sometimes it's a blessing | |
But I remember when | |
I still embraced you | |
A little prayer would ease my mind | |
Till I saw that you hide | |
From the misery outside | |
So I left you behind | |
But all the other teachings | |
That I've tried were about the same | |
One grain of truth mixed | |
With confusion caused by man | |
Since you're around here anyway | |
May as well get you back on your feet again | |
Get right back up on your feet | |
Don't you know we need somebody to | |
Do some work down in the street | |
You might just touch somebody | |
Start to think about today | |
Throw your robe and staff away | |
And break away from yesterday | |
Ah, tell me can we reach you | |
I don't know | |
Still we got to go | |
From here to there eventually | |
While others die up against the wall | |
You take the time to tell us all' | |
Bout how we're not supposed to ball | |
You really are a riot | |
It's got nothin' to do with | |
Heaven or | |
HellWhat I do in bed, | |
I'm not gonna tell | |
What I'm talking about, you know dam well | |
You really ought to try it | |
But I remember when | |
I still embraced you | |
A little prayer would ease my mind | |
Till I saw that you hide | |
From the misery outside | |
So I left you behind | |
But all the other teachings | |
That I've tried were about the same | |
One grain of truth mixed | |
With confusion caused by man | |
But since you're around here anyway | |
May as well get you back on your feet again | |
Get right back up on your feet | |
Don't you know we need somebody to | |
Do some work down in the street | |
You might just touch somebody | |
Start to think about today | |
Throw your robe and staff away | |
And break away from yesterday | |
Ah, tell me can we reach you | |
I don't know | |
Still we got to go | |
From here to there eventually | |
Who, who, | |
Jesus will save? | |
It's time we wait for | |
His [incomprehensible] you see | |
Who Jesus will save? | |
He's coming back | |
And you better believe | |
He's coming back | |
Don't you believe me? | |
Yeah |
zuo ci : Edmonton, Kay, McJohn | |
You' ve filled this house with things of gold | |
While handing crumbs to the old and poor | |
And then you preach about being pure | |
And wonder why we' re laughing | |
In your old way you' re trying to find us | |
But we can' t follow what' s behind us | |
Too much blind faith, it will blind us | |
Though sometimes it' s a blessing | |
But I remember when | |
I still embraced you | |
A little prayer would ease my mind | |
Till I saw that you hide | |
From the misery outside | |
So I left you behind | |
But all the other teachings | |
That I' ve tried were about the same | |
One grain of truth mixed | |
With confusion caused by man | |
Since you' re around here anyway | |
May as well get you back on your feet again | |
Get right back up on your feet | |
Don' t you know we need somebody to | |
Do some work down in the street | |
You might just touch somebody | |
Start to think about today | |
Throw your robe and staff away | |
And break away from yesterday | |
Ah, tell me can we reach you | |
I don' t know | |
Still we got to go | |
From here to there eventually | |
While others die up against the wall | |
You take the time to tell us all' | |
Bout how we' re not supposed to ball | |
You really are a riot | |
It' s got nothin' to do with | |
Heaven or | |
HellWhat I do in bed, | |
I' m not gonna tell | |
What I' m talking about, you know dam well | |
You really ought to try it | |
But I remember when | |
I still embraced you | |
A little prayer would ease my mind | |
Till I saw that you hide | |
From the misery outside | |
So I left you behind | |
But all the other teachings | |
That I' ve tried were about the same | |
One grain of truth mixed | |
With confusion caused by man | |
But since you' re around here anyway | |
May as well get you back on your feet again | |
Get right back up on your feet | |
Don' t you know we need somebody to | |
Do some work down in the street | |
You might just touch somebody | |
Start to think about today | |
Throw your robe and staff away | |
And break away from yesterday | |
Ah, tell me can we reach you | |
I don' t know | |
Still we got to go | |
From here to there eventually | |
Who, who, | |
Jesus will save? | |
It' s time we wait for | |
His incomprehensible you see | |
Who Jesus will save? | |
He' s coming back | |
And you better believe | |
He' s coming back | |
Don' t you believe me? | |
Yeah |
zuò cí : Edmonton, Kay, McJohn | |
You' ve filled this house with things of gold | |
While handing crumbs to the old and poor | |
And then you preach about being pure | |
And wonder why we' re laughing | |
In your old way you' re trying to find us | |
But we can' t follow what' s behind us | |
Too much blind faith, it will blind us | |
Though sometimes it' s a blessing | |
But I remember when | |
I still embraced you | |
A little prayer would ease my mind | |
Till I saw that you hide | |
From the misery outside | |
So I left you behind | |
But all the other teachings | |
That I' ve tried were about the same | |
One grain of truth mixed | |
With confusion caused by man | |
Since you' re around here anyway | |
May as well get you back on your feet again | |
Get right back up on your feet | |
Don' t you know we need somebody to | |
Do some work down in the street | |
You might just touch somebody | |
Start to think about today | |
Throw your robe and staff away | |
And break away from yesterday | |
Ah, tell me can we reach you | |
I don' t know | |
Still we got to go | |
From here to there eventually | |
While others die up against the wall | |
You take the time to tell us all' | |
Bout how we' re not supposed to ball | |
You really are a riot | |
It' s got nothin' to do with | |
Heaven or | |
HellWhat I do in bed, | |
I' m not gonna tell | |
What I' m talking about, you know dam well | |
You really ought to try it | |
But I remember when | |
I still embraced you | |
A little prayer would ease my mind | |
Till I saw that you hide | |
From the misery outside | |
So I left you behind | |
But all the other teachings | |
That I' ve tried were about the same | |
One grain of truth mixed | |
With confusion caused by man | |
But since you' re around here anyway | |
May as well get you back on your feet again | |
Get right back up on your feet | |
Don' t you know we need somebody to | |
Do some work down in the street | |
You might just touch somebody | |
Start to think about today | |
Throw your robe and staff away | |
And break away from yesterday | |
Ah, tell me can we reach you | |
I don' t know | |
Still we got to go | |
From here to there eventually | |
Who, who, | |
Jesus will save? | |
It' s time we wait for | |
His incomprehensible you see | |
Who Jesus will save? | |
He' s coming back | |
And you better believe | |
He' s coming back | |
Don' t you believe me? | |
Yeah |