Song | 9th & Hennepin |
Artist | Tom Waits |
Album | Rain Dogs |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Waits |
[00:07.06] | Well it's 9th and Hennepin |
[00:09.99] | And all the donuts have |
[00:11.11] | Names that sound like prostitutes |
[00:13.99] | And the moon's teeth marks are |
[00:16.80] | On the sky like a tarp thrown over all this |
[00:20.05] | And the broken umbrellas like |
[00:21.49] | Dead birds and the steam |
[00:23.05] | Comes out of the grill like |
[00:24.49] | The whole goddamned town is ready to blow. |
[00:28.11] | And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos |
[00:32.42] | And everyone is behaving like dogs. |
[00:36.67] | And the horses are coming down Violin Road |
[00:39.23] | And Dutch is dead on his feet |
[00:41.80] | And the rooms all smell like diesel |
[00:43.42] | And you take on the |
[00:44.92] | Dreams of the ones who have slept here. |
[00:47.80] | And I'm lost in the window |
[00:50.11] | I hide on the stairway |
[00:51.55] | I hang in the curtain |
[00:52.73] | I sleep in your hat |
[00:55.74] | And no one brings anything |
[00:56.94] | Small into a bar around here. |
[00:59.07] | They all started out with bad directions |
[01:02.13] | And the girls behind the counter has a tattooed tear, |
[01:04.88] | One for every year he's away she said, such |
[01:08.50] | A crumbling beauty, but there's |
[01:11.00] | Nothing wrong with her that |
[01:12.44] | $100 won't fix, she has that razor sadness |
[01:16.50] | That only gets worse |
[01:17.76] | With the clang and the thunder of the |
[01:19.94] | Southern Pacific going by |
[01:21.75] | As the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet |
[01:23.88] | Till you're full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin |
[01:29.38] | And you spill out |
[01:30.19] | Over the side to anyone who'll listen |
[01:33.57] | And I've seen it |
[01:34.50] | All through the yellow windows |
[01:38.94] | Of the evening train. |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Waits |
[00:07.06] | Well it' s 9th and Hennepin |
[00:09.99] | And all the donuts have |
[00:11.11] | Names that sound like prostitutes |
[00:13.99] | And the moon' s teeth marks are |
[00:16.80] | On the sky like a tarp thrown over all this |
[00:20.05] | And the broken umbrellas like |
[00:21.49] | Dead birds and the steam |
[00:23.05] | Comes out of the grill like |
[00:24.49] | The whole goddamned town is ready to blow. |
[00:28.11] | And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos |
[00:32.42] | And everyone is behaving like dogs. |
[00:36.67] | And the horses are coming down Violin Road |
[00:39.23] | And Dutch is dead on his feet |
[00:41.80] | And the rooms all smell like diesel |
[00:43.42] | And you take on the |
[00:44.92] | Dreams of the ones who have slept here. |
[00:47.80] | And I' m lost in the window |
[00:50.11] | I hide on the stairway |
[00:51.55] | I hang in the curtain |
[00:52.73] | I sleep in your hat |
[00:55.74] | And no one brings anything |
[00:56.94] | Small into a bar around here. |
[00:59.07] | They all started out with bad directions |
[01:02.13] | And the girls behind the counter has a tattooed tear, |
[01:04.88] | One for every year he' s away she said, such |
[01:08.50] | A crumbling beauty, but there' s |
[01:11.00] | Nothing wrong with her that |
[01:12.44] | 100 won' t fix, she has that razor sadness |
[01:16.50] | That only gets worse |
[01:17.76] | With the clang and the thunder of the |
[01:19.94] | Southern Pacific going by |
[01:21.75] | As the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet |
[01:23.88] | Till you' re full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin |
[01:29.38] | And you spill out |
[01:30.19] | Over the side to anyone who' ll listen |
[01:33.57] | And I' ve seen it |
[01:34.50] | All through the yellow windows |
[01:38.94] | Of the evening train. |