Song | Via Chicago |
Artist | Wilco |
Album | Kicking Television, Live in Chicago |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Tweedy |
[00:08.13] | I dreamed about killing you again last night |
[00:29.38] | And it felt alright to me |
[00:32.49] | Dying on the banks of Embarcadero skies |
[00:38.86] | I sat and watched you bleed |
[00:42.24] | Buried you alive in a fireworks display |
[00:48.23] | Raining down on me |
[00:51.24] | You cold hot blood ran away from me |
[00:56.60] | To the sea |
[00:58.11] | I painted my name on the back of a leaf |
[01:24.66] | And I watched it float away |
[01:27.65] | The hope I had in a notebook full of white |
[01:33.41] | Dry pages |
[01:34.22] | Was all I tried to save |
[01:36.96] | But the wind blew me back via Chicago |
[01:42.33] | |
[01:42.99] | In the middle of the night |
[01:45.93] | And all without fight |
[01:50.01] | At the crush of veils and starlight |
[01:53.24] | I know I'll make it back |
[02:17.60] | One of these days and turn on your TV |
[02:22.40] | To watch a man with a face like mine |
[02:28.40] | Being chased down a busy street |
[02:31.71] | When he gets caught |
[02:35.39] | I wont get up |
[02:37.57] | And I wont go to sleep |
[02:40.69] | I'm coming home |
[02:44.81] | I'm coming home |
[02:46.68] | Via Chicago |
[02:49.74] | Where the cups are cracked and hooked |
[03:12.46] | Above the sink |
[03:14.20] | They make me think |
[03:16.26] | Crumbling ladder tears don't fall |
[03:22.07] | They shine down your shoulders |
[03:24.82] | And crawling is screw faster lash |
[03:31.49] | I blow it with kisses |
[03:33.68] | I rest my head on a pillowy star |
[03:40.91] | And a cracked door moon |
[03:43.41] | That says I haven't gone too far |
[03:46.72] | I'm coming home |
[04:06.02] | I'm coming home |
[04:08.46] | I'm coming home |
[04:10.52] | Via Chicago |
[04:12.64] | I'm coming home |
[04:14.94] | I'm coming home |
[04:16.85] | Searching for a home |
[04:23.78] | Searching for a home |
[04:26.08] | Searching for a home |
[04:28.46] | Via Chicago |
[04:30.45] | I'm coming home |
[04:33.14] | I'm coming home |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Tweedy |
[00:08.13] | I dreamed about killing you again last night |
[00:29.38] | And it felt alright to me |
[00:32.49] | Dying on the banks of Embarcadero skies |
[00:38.86] | I sat and watched you bleed |
[00:42.24] | Buried you alive in a fireworks display |
[00:48.23] | Raining down on me |
[00:51.24] | You cold hot blood ran away from me |
[00:56.60] | To the sea |
[00:58.11] | I painted my name on the back of a leaf |
[01:24.66] | And I watched it float away |
[01:27.65] | The hope I had in a notebook full of white |
[01:33.41] | Dry pages |
[01:34.22] | Was all I tried to save |
[01:36.96] | But the wind blew me back via Chicago |
[01:42.33] | |
[01:42.99] | In the middle of the night |
[01:45.93] | And all without fight |
[01:50.01] | At the crush of veils and starlight |
[01:53.24] | I know I' ll make it back |
[02:17.60] | One of these days and turn on your TV |
[02:22.40] | To watch a man with a face like mine |
[02:28.40] | Being chased down a busy street |
[02:31.71] | When he gets caught |
[02:35.39] | I wont get up |
[02:37.57] | And I wont go to sleep |
[02:40.69] | I' m coming home |
[02:44.81] | I' m coming home |
[02:46.68] | Via Chicago |
[02:49.74] | Where the cups are cracked and hooked |
[03:12.46] | Above the sink |
[03:14.20] | They make me think |
[03:16.26] | Crumbling ladder tears don' t fall |
[03:22.07] | They shine down your shoulders |
[03:24.82] | And crawling is screw faster lash |
[03:31.49] | I blow it with kisses |
[03:33.68] | I rest my head on a pillowy star |
[03:40.91] | And a cracked door moon |
[03:43.41] | That says I haven' t gone too far |
[03:46.72] | I' m coming home |
[04:06.02] | I' m coming home |
[04:08.46] | I' m coming home |
[04:10.52] | Via Chicago |
[04:12.64] | I' m coming home |
[04:14.94] | I' m coming home |
[04:16.85] | Searching for a home |
[04:23.78] | Searching for a home |
[04:26.08] | Searching for a home |
[04:28.46] | Via Chicago |
[04:30.45] | I' m coming home |
[04:33.14] | I' m coming home |