Song | Fare Thee Well, Miss Carousel |
Artist | Townes Van Zandt |
Album | Townes Van Zandt |
作词 : VanZandt | |
By townes van zandt | |
The drunken clown's still hanging round | |
But it plain the laughter's all died down | |
The tears you tried so hard to hide | |
Are flowin' | |
A blind man with his knife in hand | |
Has convinced himself that he understands | |
I wish him well, miss carousel | |
But i gotta be a-goin' | |
Won't you come and get me when | |
You're sure that you don't need me then | |
I stand outside your window | |
And proudly call your name | |
The ladies been told that all of gold | |
Is worth so much it can't be sold | |
No time to weep she'll need her sleep | |
Tomorrow | |
When she carries her face to the market place | |
And bets it on the opening race | |
She can ring her bells, miss carousel, | |
But her singing brings me sorrow | |
It's always done every mother's son | |
Is shown that grown men never run | |
And so they fight with all the might | |
Inside them | |
When the battle's been fought and they all been taught | |
That the trick is just not being caught | |
Will you give them hell, miss carousel, | |
When they're begging you to hide them | |
When the need arose your eyes fell closed | |
You clamped your fingers round your nose | |
Would you say that's any way | |
To judge him | |
You haven't got the authority | |
To kill him in the first degree | |
But would you feel compelled, miss carousel, | |
If you have something to begrudge him | |
On a velvet beach far beneath the reach | |
Of those that come to pray and preach | |
The natural man who tries to stand | |
Is fallin | |
How long will it be before he sees | |
You own his legs but his mind is free | |
Only you can tell, miss carousel, | |
How long will he be crawling? | |
The castle walls has grown so tall | |
Seem there ain't no hope at all | |
To reach the top even though you stop | |
For breathin' | |
But i ain't gonna try to make you cry | |
The tear drops couldn't find your eye | |
It's all been swell, miss carousel, | |
But the time has come for leavin' |
zuò cí : VanZandt | |
By townes van zandt | |
The drunken clown' s still hanging round | |
But it plain the laughter' s all died down | |
The tears you tried so hard to hide | |
Are flowin' | |
A blind man with his knife in hand | |
Has convinced himself that he understands | |
I wish him well, miss carousel | |
But i gotta be agoin' | |
Won' t you come and get me when | |
You' re sure that you don' t need me then | |
I stand outside your window | |
And proudly call your name | |
The ladies been told that all of gold | |
Is worth so much it can' t be sold | |
No time to weep she' ll need her sleep | |
Tomorrow | |
When she carries her face to the market place | |
And bets it on the opening race | |
She can ring her bells, miss carousel, | |
But her singing brings me sorrow | |
It' s always done every mother' s son | |
Is shown that grown men never run | |
And so they fight with all the might | |
Inside them | |
When the battle' s been fought and they all been taught | |
That the trick is just not being caught | |
Will you give them hell, miss carousel, | |
When they' re begging you to hide them | |
When the need arose your eyes fell closed | |
You clamped your fingers round your nose | |
Would you say that' s any way | |
To judge him | |
You haven' t got the authority | |
To kill him in the first degree | |
But would you feel compelled, miss carousel, | |
If you have something to begrudge him | |
On a velvet beach far beneath the reach | |
Of those that come to pray and preach | |
The natural man who tries to stand | |
Is fallin | |
How long will it be before he sees | |
You own his legs but his mind is free | |
Only you can tell, miss carousel, | |
How long will he be crawling? | |
The castle walls has grown so tall | |
Seem there ain' t no hope at all | |
To reach the top even though you stop | |
For breathin' | |
But i ain' t gonna try to make you cry | |
The tear drops couldn' t find your eye | |
It' s all been swell, miss carousel, | |
But the time has come for leavin' |