Song | Thin Wild Mercury |
Artist | Todd Snider |
Album | The Devil You Know |
作词 : Snider | |
Poor Phil | |
Ochs, sad and low | |
Hands in his pockets, wonderin' where to go | |
Watching those tail lights leave him behind | |
Thrown for the limousine for speaking his mind | |
Like a red-eyed photo into a garbage can | |
At the corner of hero and also ran | |
A fragile heart skipped a fragile beat | |
It's warm in the limousine, cold on the streets of | |
Thin wild mercury | |
And gold lame | |
Where things will go your way | |
Or they won't | |
Thin wind mercury | |
And gold lame | |
You know what they say | |
Or you don't | |
It was all over some new | |
Dylan song | |
That Phil had the nerve to say sounded wrong | |
Dylan stopped the car, words shook like a fist"Phil, you ain't a writer, you're a journalist" | |
Death of a rebel, twist of fate | |
If he ever thought better, he thought too late | |
Poor Phil | |
Ochs, he slipped through the cracks | |
Judas went electric and he never looked back on | |
Thin wild mercury | |
And gold lame | |
Where things will go your way | |
Or they won't | |
Thin wild mercury | |
And gold lame | |
You konw what they say | |
Or you don't | |
No, you don't | |
No, you don't |
zuò cí : Snider | |
Poor Phil | |
Ochs, sad and low | |
Hands in his pockets, wonderin' where to go | |
Watching those tail lights leave him behind | |
Thrown for the limousine for speaking his mind | |
Like a redeyed photo into a garbage can | |
At the corner of hero and also ran | |
A fragile heart skipped a fragile beat | |
It' s warm in the limousine, cold on the streets of | |
Thin wild mercury | |
And gold lame | |
Where things will go your way | |
Or they won' t | |
Thin wind mercury | |
And gold lame | |
You know what they say | |
Or you don' t | |
It was all over some new | |
Dylan song | |
That Phil had the nerve to say sounded wrong | |
Dylan stopped the car, words shook like a fist" Phil, you ain' t a writer, you' re a journalist" | |
Death of a rebel, twist of fate | |
If he ever thought better, he thought too late | |
Poor Phil | |
Ochs, he slipped through the cracks | |
Judas went electric and he never looked back on | |
Thin wild mercury | |
And gold lame | |
Where things will go your way | |
Or they won' t | |
Thin wild mercury | |
And gold lame | |
You konw what they say | |
Or you don' t | |
No, you don' t | |
No, you don' t |