Song | Some Kinda Love - Live (1969/Dallas) |
Artist | The Velvet Underground |
Album | Live With Lou Reed Vol.2 |
作词 : Reed | |
Some kinda love | |
Margarita told Tom | |
between thought and expression lies a lifetime | |
situations arise because of the weather | |
and no kinds of love | |
are better than others | |
Some kinds of love | |
Margarita told Tom | |
like a dirty French novel | |
combines the absurd with the vulgar | |
and some kinds of love | |
the possibilities are endless | |
and for me to miss one | |
would seem to be groundless | |
I heard what you said | |
Margarita heard Tom | |
and of course you're a bore | |
but in that you're not charmless | |
'cause a bore is a straight line | |
that finds a wealth in division | |
and some kinds of love | |
are mistaken for visionary | |
Put jelly on your shoulder | |
let us do what you fear most | |
that from which you recoil | |
but which still makes your eyes moist | |
Put jelly on your shoulder baby | |
lie down upon the carpet | |
between thought and expression | |
let us now kiss the culprit | |
I don't know just what it's all about | |
but put on your red pajamas and find out |
zuò cí : Reed | |
Some kinda love | |
Margarita told Tom | |
between thought and expression lies a lifetime | |
situations arise because of the weather | |
and no kinds of love | |
are better than others | |
Some kinds of love | |
Margarita told Tom | |
like a dirty French novel | |
combines the absurd with the vulgar | |
and some kinds of love | |
the possibilities are endless | |
and for me to miss one | |
would seem to be groundless | |
I heard what you said | |
Margarita heard Tom | |
and of course you' re a bore | |
but in that you' re not charmless | |
' cause a bore is a straight line | |
that finds a wealth in division | |
and some kinds of love | |
are mistaken for visionary | |
Put jelly on your shoulder | |
let us do what you fear most | |
that from which you recoil | |
but which still makes your eyes moist | |
Put jelly on your shoulder baby | |
lie down upon the carpet | |
between thought and expression | |
let us now kiss the culprit | |
I don' t know just what it' s all about | |
but put on your red pajamas and find out |