| 作曲 : Paul Weller | |
| 作词 : Weller | |
| The distant echo - | |
| of faraway voices boarding faraway trains | |
| To take them home to | |
| the ones that they love and who love them forever | |
| The glazed, dirty steps - repeat my own and reflect my thoughts | |
| Cold and uninviting, partially naked | |
| Except for toffee wrapers and this morning's papers | |
| Mr. Jones got run down | |
| Headlines of death and sorrow - they tell of tomorrow | |
| Madmen on the rampage | |
| And I'm down in the tube station at midnight | |
| I fumble for change - and pull out the Queen | |
| Smiling, beguiling | |
| I put in the money and pull out a plum | |
| Behind me | |
| Whispers in the shadows - gruff blazing voices | |
| Hating, waiting | |
| 'Hey boy' they shout - 'have you got any money?' | |
| And I said - 'I've a little money and a take away curry, | |
| I'm on my way home to my wife. | |
| She'll be lining up the cutlery, | |
| You know she's expecting me | |
| Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork' | |
| And I'm down in the tube station at midnight | |
| I first felt a fist, and then a kick | |
| I could now smell their breath | |
| They smelt of pubs and Wormwood Scrubs | |
| And too many right wing meetings | |
| My life swam around me | |
| It took a look and drowned me in its own existence | |
| The smell of brown leather | |
| It blended in with the weather | |
| It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth | |
| It blocked all my senses | |
| Couldn't see, hear, speak any longer | |
| And I'm down in the tube station at midnight | |
| I said I was down in the tube station at midnight | |
| The last thing that I saw | |
| As I lay there on the floor | |
| Was 'Jesus Saves' painted by an atheist nutter | |
| And a British Rail poster read 'Have an Awayday - a cheap holiday - | |
| Do it today!' | |
| I glanced back on my life | |
| And thought about my wife | |
| 'cause they took the keys and she'll think its me | |
| And I'm down in the tube station at midnight | |
| The wine will be flat and the curry's gone cold | |
| I'm down in the tube station at midnight | |
| Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight |
| zuo qu : Paul Weller | |
| zuo ci : Weller | |
| The distant echo | |
| of faraway voices boarding faraway trains | |
| To take them home to | |
| the ones that they love and who love them forever | |
| The glazed, dirty steps repeat my own and reflect my thoughts | |
| Cold and uninviting, partially naked | |
| Except for toffee wrapers and this morning' s papers | |
| Mr. Jones got run down | |
| Headlines of death and sorrow they tell of tomorrow | |
| Madmen on the rampage | |
| And I' m down in the tube station at midnight | |
| I fumble for change and pull out the Queen | |
| Smiling, beguiling | |
| I put in the money and pull out a plum | |
| Behind me | |
| Whispers in the shadows gruff blazing voices | |
| Hating, waiting | |
| ' Hey boy' they shout ' have you got any money?' | |
| And I said ' I' ve a little money and a take away curry, | |
| I' m on my way home to my wife. | |
| She' ll be lining up the cutlery, | |
| You know she' s expecting me | |
| Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork' | |
| And I' m down in the tube station at midnight | |
| I first felt a fist, and then a kick | |
| I could now smell their breath | |
| They smelt of pubs and Wormwood Scrubs | |
| And too many right wing meetings | |
| My life swam around me | |
| It took a look and drowned me in its own existence | |
| The smell of brown leather | |
| It blended in with the weather | |
| It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth | |
| It blocked all my senses | |
| Couldn' t see, hear, speak any longer | |
| And I' m down in the tube station at midnight | |
| I said I was down in the tube station at midnight | |
| The last thing that I saw | |
| As I lay there on the floor | |
| Was ' Jesus Saves' painted by an atheist nutter | |
| And a British Rail poster read ' Have an Awayday a cheap holiday | |
| Do it today!' | |
| I glanced back on my life | |
| And thought about my wife | |
| ' cause they took the keys and she' ll think its me | |
| And I' m down in the tube station at midnight | |
| The wine will be flat and the curry' s gone cold | |
| I' m down in the tube station at midnight | |
| Don' t want to go down in a tube station at midnight |
| zuò qǔ : Paul Weller | |
| zuò cí : Weller | |
| The distant echo | |
| of faraway voices boarding faraway trains | |
| To take them home to | |
| the ones that they love and who love them forever | |
| The glazed, dirty steps repeat my own and reflect my thoughts | |
| Cold and uninviting, partially naked | |
| Except for toffee wrapers and this morning' s papers | |
| Mr. Jones got run down | |
| Headlines of death and sorrow they tell of tomorrow | |
| Madmen on the rampage | |
| And I' m down in the tube station at midnight | |
| I fumble for change and pull out the Queen | |
| Smiling, beguiling | |
| I put in the money and pull out a plum | |
| Behind me | |
| Whispers in the shadows gruff blazing voices | |
| Hating, waiting | |
| ' Hey boy' they shout ' have you got any money?' | |
| And I said ' I' ve a little money and a take away curry, | |
| I' m on my way home to my wife. | |
| She' ll be lining up the cutlery, | |
| You know she' s expecting me | |
| Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork' | |
| And I' m down in the tube station at midnight | |
| I first felt a fist, and then a kick | |
| I could now smell their breath | |
| They smelt of pubs and Wormwood Scrubs | |
| And too many right wing meetings | |
| My life swam around me | |
| It took a look and drowned me in its own existence | |
| The smell of brown leather | |
| It blended in with the weather | |
| It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth | |
| It blocked all my senses | |
| Couldn' t see, hear, speak any longer | |
| And I' m down in the tube station at midnight | |
| I said I was down in the tube station at midnight | |
| The last thing that I saw | |
| As I lay there on the floor | |
| Was ' Jesus Saves' painted by an atheist nutter | |
| And a British Rail poster read ' Have an Awayday a cheap holiday | |
| Do it today!' | |
| I glanced back on my life | |
| And thought about my wife | |
| ' cause they took the keys and she' ll think its me | |
| And I' m down in the tube station at midnight | |
| The wine will be flat and the curry' s gone cold | |
| I' m down in the tube station at midnight | |
| Don' t want to go down in a tube station at midnight |
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