Song | Fear And Loathing In Mahwah, NJ |
Artist | Titus Andronicus |
Album | The Airing of Grievances |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Patrick Stickles |
[00:01.00] | 作词 : Patrick Stickles |
[00:03.64] | |
[00:07.30] | Why do you do the things you've done |
[00:11.42] | |
[00:12.20] | And how dumb would you have to be |
[00:14.89] | |
[00:16.85] | To do them again like I know you're going to |
[00:22.17] | |
[00:26.46] | If you're the poet you say you are and beauty's in everything you see |
[00:33.84] | |
[00:35.93] | Then how can love exist in a world run by people like you |
[00:41.20] | |
[00:45.13] | Because when there's suffering you're there |
[00:48.21] | |
[00:50.48] | From southern trees you hang them in the air |
[00:54.13] | |
[00:55.12] | The world screams out in agony and you don't care |
[01:01.19] | |
[01:04.17] | But should the shit hit the fan |
[01:07.10] | I just pray you will not be spared |
[01:11.07] | |
[01:12.81] | F**k you |
[01:14.29] | |
[01:26.66] | You took a heart with so much room for love |
[01:29.44] | And filled it with hatred and rage |
[01:32.40] | Until there was nothing left but for it to shrivel up and die |
[01:37.15] | |
[01:38.73] | People will tell you that if you don't love your neighbor |
[01:42.29] | Then you don't love god |
[01:43.98] | |
[01:44.49] | But no god of mine would put light in such unrighteous eyes |
[01:48.94] | |
[01:50.17] | Now the way we hold each other so tight |
[01:52.77] | |
[01:53.28] | Would look more like a noose if held up to the light |
[01:55.89] | |
[01:56.48] | Because we betray each other in dreams every night |
[02:01.07] | |
[02:02.45] | Now let's never speak of it again all right |
[02:05.55] | |
[02:11.52] | All right |
[02:12.04] | |
[04:56.29] | Even now I curse the day and yet I think |
[04:58.57] | |
[04:59.11] | Few come within the compass of my curse |
[05:01.32] | |
[05:02.43] | Wherein I did not some notorious ill |
[05:04.78] | |
[05:05.37] | As kill a man or else devise his death |
[05:08.32] | |
[05:08.99] | Ravish a maid or plot the way to do it |
[05:11.99] | Accuse some innocent and forswear myself |
[05:13.82] | |
[05:14.82] | Set deadly enmity between two friends |
[05:17.27] | |
[05:17.87] | Make poor men's cattle break their necks |
[05:20.29] | Set fire on barns and hay stacks in the night |
[05:23.95] | And bid the owners quench them with their tears |
[05:25.86] | |
[05:26.66] | Oft have I digged up dead men from their graves |
[05:29.74] | And set them upright at their dear friends' doors |
[05:32.58] | Even when their sorrows almost were forgot |
[05:34.62] | |
[05:35.17] | And on their skins as on the bark of trees |
[05:38.23] | |
[05:38.86] | Have with my knife carved in roman letters |
[05:41.32] | Let not your sorrow die though I am dead |
[05:43.76] | |
[05:45.16] | Tut I have done a thousand dreadful things |
[05:46.93] | |
[05:47.72] | As willingly as one would kill a fly |
[05:50.36] | And nothing grieves me heartily indeed |
[05:52.09] | |
[05:52.75] | But that I cannot do ten thousand more |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Patrick Stickles |
[00:01.00] | zuò cí : Patrick Stickles |
[00:03.64] | |
[00:07.30] | Why do you do the things you' ve done |
[00:11.42] | |
[00:12.20] | And how dumb would you have to be |
[00:14.89] | |
[00:16.85] | To do them again like I know you' re going to |
[00:22.17] | |
[00:26.46] | If you' re the poet you say you are and beauty' s in everything you see |
[00:33.84] | |
[00:35.93] | Then how can love exist in a world run by people like you |
[00:41.20] | |
[00:45.13] | Because when there' s suffering you' re there |
[00:48.21] | |
[00:50.48] | From southern trees you hang them in the air |
[00:54.13] | |
[00:55.12] | The world screams out in agony and you don' t care |
[01:01.19] | |
[01:04.17] | But should the shit hit the fan |
[01:07.10] | I just pray you will not be spared |
[01:11.07] | |
[01:12.81] | F k you |
[01:14.29] | |
[01:26.66] | You took a heart with so much room for love |
[01:29.44] | And filled it with hatred and rage |
[01:32.40] | Until there was nothing left but for it to shrivel up and die |
[01:37.15] | |
[01:38.73] | People will tell you that if you don' t love your neighbor |
[01:42.29] | Then you don' t love god |
[01:43.98] | |
[01:44.49] | But no god of mine would put light in such unrighteous eyes |
[01:48.94] | |
[01:50.17] | Now the way we hold each other so tight |
[01:52.77] | |
[01:53.28] | Would look more like a noose if held up to the light |
[01:55.89] | |
[01:56.48] | Because we betray each other in dreams every night |
[02:01.07] | |
[02:02.45] | Now let' s never speak of it again all right |
[02:05.55] | |
[02:11.52] | All right |
[02:12.04] | |
[04:56.29] | Even now I curse the day and yet I think |
[04:58.57] | |
[04:59.11] | Few come within the compass of my curse |
[05:01.32] | |
[05:02.43] | Wherein I did not some notorious ill |
[05:04.78] | |
[05:05.37] | As kill a man or else devise his death |
[05:08.32] | |
[05:08.99] | Ravish a maid or plot the way to do it |
[05:11.99] | Accuse some innocent and forswear myself |
[05:13.82] | |
[05:14.82] | Set deadly enmity between two friends |
[05:17.27] | |
[05:17.87] | Make poor men' s cattle break their necks |
[05:20.29] | Set fire on barns and hay stacks in the night |
[05:23.95] | And bid the owners quench them with their tears |
[05:25.86] | |
[05:26.66] | Oft have I digged up dead men from their graves |
[05:29.74] | And set them upright at their dear friends' doors |
[05:32.58] | Even when their sorrows almost were forgot |
[05:34.62] | |
[05:35.17] | And on their skins as on the bark of trees |
[05:38.23] | |
[05:38.86] | Have with my knife carved in roman letters |
[05:41.32] | Let not your sorrow die though I am dead |
[05:43.76] | |
[05:45.16] | Tut I have done a thousand dreadful things |
[05:46.93] | |
[05:47.72] | As willingly as one would kill a fly |
[05:50.36] | And nothing grieves me heartily indeed |
[05:52.09] | |
[05:52.75] | But that I cannot do ten thousand more |