Song | We Can Talk |
Artist | The Band |
Album | A Musical History |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Manuel | |
We can talk about it now | |
It's that same old riddle, only starts from the middle | |
I'd fix it but I don't know how | |
Well, we could try to reason, but you might think it's treason | |
One voice for all | |
Echoing (echoing) echoing along the hall | |
Don't give up on father's clock | |
We can talk about it now | |
Come, let me show you how | |
To keep the wheels turnin' you got to keep the engine churnin' | |
Well, did ya ever milk a cow? (Milk a cow?) | |
Well, I had the chance one day but I was all dressed up for Sunday! | |
Everybody, everywhere: | |
Do you really care? | |
Well, then pick up your heads and walk | |
We can talk about it now | |
It seems to me we've been holding something | |
Underneath our tongues | |
I'm afraid if you ever got a pat on the back | |
It would likely burst your lungs | |
Whoa, stop me, if I should sound kinda | |
Down in the mouth | |
But I'd rather be burned in Canada | |
Than to freeze here in the South! | |
Pulling that eternal plough | |
We got to find a sharper blade, or have a new one made | |
Rest awhile and cool your brow | |
Don't ya see, there's no need to slave, the whip is in the grave | |
No salt, no trance | |
It's safe now (you know it's safe) to take a backward glance | |
Because the grains have turned to chow! | |
We can talk about it now, | |
We can talk about it now |
zuo ci : Manuel | |
We can talk about it now | |
It' s that same old riddle, only starts from the middle | |
I' d fix it but I don' t know how | |
Well, we could try to reason, but you might think it' s treason | |
One voice for all | |
Echoing echoing echoing along the hall | |
Don' t give up on father' s clock | |
We can talk about it now | |
Come, let me show you how | |
To keep the wheels turnin' you got to keep the engine churnin' | |
Well, did ya ever milk a cow? Milk a cow? | |
Well, I had the chance one day but I was all dressed up for Sunday! | |
Everybody, everywhere: | |
Do you really care? | |
Well, then pick up your heads and walk | |
We can talk about it now | |
It seems to me we' ve been holding something | |
Underneath our tongues | |
I' m afraid if you ever got a pat on the back | |
It would likely burst your lungs | |
Whoa, stop me, if I should sound kinda | |
Down in the mouth | |
But I' d rather be burned in Canada | |
Than to freeze here in the South! | |
Pulling that eternal plough | |
We got to find a sharper blade, or have a new one made | |
Rest awhile and cool your brow | |
Don' t ya see, there' s no need to slave, the whip is in the grave | |
No salt, no trance | |
It' s safe now you know it' s safe to take a backward glance | |
Because the grains have turned to chow! | |
We can talk about it now, | |
We can talk about it now |
zuò cí : Manuel | |
We can talk about it now | |
It' s that same old riddle, only starts from the middle | |
I' d fix it but I don' t know how | |
Well, we could try to reason, but you might think it' s treason | |
One voice for all | |
Echoing echoing echoing along the hall | |
Don' t give up on father' s clock | |
We can talk about it now | |
Come, let me show you how | |
To keep the wheels turnin' you got to keep the engine churnin' | |
Well, did ya ever milk a cow? Milk a cow? | |
Well, I had the chance one day but I was all dressed up for Sunday! | |
Everybody, everywhere: | |
Do you really care? | |
Well, then pick up your heads and walk | |
We can talk about it now | |
It seems to me we' ve been holding something | |
Underneath our tongues | |
I' m afraid if you ever got a pat on the back | |
It would likely burst your lungs | |
Whoa, stop me, if I should sound kinda | |
Down in the mouth | |
But I' d rather be burned in Canada | |
Than to freeze here in the South! | |
Pulling that eternal plough | |
We got to find a sharper blade, or have a new one made | |
Rest awhile and cool your brow | |
Don' t ya see, there' s no need to slave, the whip is in the grave | |
No salt, no trance | |
It' s safe now you know it' s safe to take a backward glance | |
Because the grains have turned to chow! | |
We can talk about it now, | |
We can talk about it now |