| [ti:To Ramona] | |
| [ar:Bob Dylan] | |
| [al:Biograph ] | |
| [offset:0] | |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Dylan |
| [00:03.60] | Ramona, come closer, |
| [00:05.42] | Shut softly your watery eyes. |
| [00:07.54] | |
| [00:11.98] | The pangs of your sadness |
| [00:13.67] | Shall pass as your senses will rise. |
| [00:15.86] | |
| [00:20.66] | The flowers of the city |
| [00:22.67] | Though breathlike, get deathlike at times. |
| [00:24.79] | |
| [00:31.29] | And theres no use in tryin |
| [00:33.91] | T deal with the dyin, |
| [00:36.23] | Though I cannot explain that in lines. |
| [00:38.11] | |
| [00:53.17] | Your cracked country lips, |
| [00:55.58] | I still wish to kiss, |
| [00:57.65] | As to be under the strength of your skin. |
| [01:04.09] | Your magnetic movements |
| [01:06.15] | Still capture the minutes Im in. |
| [01:07.60] | |
| [01:12.96] | But it grieves my heart, love, |
| [01:15.69] | To see you tryin to be a part of |
| [01:18.00] | A world that just dont exist. |
| [01:24.88] | Its all just a dream, babe, |
| [01:26.82] | A vacuum, a scheme, babe, |
| [01:29.25] | That sucks you into feelin like this. |
| [01:34.34] | |
| [01:36.31] | I can see that your head |
| [01:38.51] | Has been twisted and fed |
| [01:40.64] | By worthless foam from the mouth. |
| [01:46.25] | |
| [01:47.00] | I can tell you are torn |
| [01:49.00] | Between stayin and returnin |
| [01:51.62] | |
| [01:52.19] | On back to the south. |
| [01:54.57] | |
| [01:57.26] | Youve been fooled into thinking |
| [01:59.13] | That the finishin end is at hand. |
| [02:00.12] | |
| [02:04.72] | Yet theres no one to beat you, |
| [02:08.16] | No one t defeat you, |
| [02:10.68] | cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad. |
| [02:17.58] | |
| [02:18.82] | Ive heard you say many times |
| [02:20.07] | That youre better n no one |
| [02:24.57] | And no one is better n you. |
| [02:27.76] | |
| [02:30.37] | If you really believe that, |
| [02:32.25] | You know you got |
| [02:34.50] | Nothing to win and nothing to lose. |
| [02:37.00] | |
| [02:41.96] | From fixtures and forces and friends, |
| [02:43.40] | Your sorrow does stem, |
| [02:51.02] | That hype you and type you, |
| [02:52.72] | Making you feel |
| [02:54.46] | That you must be exactly like them. |
| [03:01.51] | Id forever talk to you, |
| [03:03.70] | But soon my words, |
| [03:05.82] | They would turn into a meaningless ring. |
| [03:10.37] | |
| [03:12.62] | For deep in my heart |
| [03:14.13] | I know there is no help I can bring. |
| [03:15.27] | |
| [03:22.01] | Everything passes, |
| [03:22.52] | Everything changes, |
| [03:24.38] | Just do what you think you should do. |
| [03:27.75] | |
| [03:33.19] | And someday maybe, |
| [03:35.19] | Who knows, baby, |
| [03:37.13] | Ill come and be cryin to you. |
| ti: To Ramona | |
| ar: Bob Dylan | |
| al: Biograph | |
| offset: 0 | |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Dylan |
| [00:03.60] | Ramona, come closer, |
| [00:05.42] | Shut softly your watery eyes. |
| [00:07.54] | |
| [00:11.98] | The pangs of your sadness |
| [00:13.67] | Shall pass as your senses will rise. |
| [00:15.86] | |
| [00:20.66] | The flowers of the city |
| [00:22.67] | Though breathlike, get deathlike at times. |
| [00:24.79] | |
| [00:31.29] | And theres no use in tryin |
| [00:33.91] | T deal with the dyin, |
| [00:36.23] | Though I cannot explain that in lines. |
| [00:38.11] | |
| [00:53.17] | Your cracked country lips, |
| [00:55.58] | I still wish to kiss, |
| [00:57.65] | As to be under the strength of your skin. |
| [01:04.09] | Your magnetic movements |
| [01:06.15] | Still capture the minutes Im in. |
| [01:07.60] | |
| [01:12.96] | But it grieves my heart, love, |
| [01:15.69] | To see you tryin to be a part of |
| [01:18.00] | A world that just dont exist. |
| [01:24.88] | Its all just a dream, babe, |
| [01:26.82] | A vacuum, a scheme, babe, |
| [01:29.25] | That sucks you into feelin like this. |
| [01:34.34] | |
| [01:36.31] | I can see that your head |
| [01:38.51] | Has been twisted and fed |
| [01:40.64] | By worthless foam from the mouth. |
| [01:46.25] | |
| [01:47.00] | I can tell you are torn |
| [01:49.00] | Between stayin and returnin |
| [01:51.62] | |
| [01:52.19] | On back to the south. |
| [01:54.57] | |
| [01:57.26] | Youve been fooled into thinking |
| [01:59.13] | That the finishin end is at hand. |
| [02:00.12] | |
| [02:04.72] | Yet theres no one to beat you, |
| [02:08.16] | No one t defeat you, |
| [02:10.68] | cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad. |
| [02:17.58] | |
| [02:18.82] | Ive heard you say many times |
| [02:20.07] | That youre better n no one |
| [02:24.57] | And no one is better n you. |
| [02:27.76] | |
| [02:30.37] | If you really believe that, |
| [02:32.25] | You know you got |
| [02:34.50] | Nothing to win and nothing to lose. |
| [02:37.00] | |
| [02:41.96] | From fixtures and forces and friends, |
| [02:43.40] | Your sorrow does stem, |
| [02:51.02] | That hype you and type you, |
| [02:52.72] | Making you feel |
| [02:54.46] | That you must be exactly like them. |
| [03:01.51] | Id forever talk to you, |
| [03:03.70] | But soon my words, |
| [03:05.82] | They would turn into a meaningless ring. |
| [03:10.37] | |
| [03:12.62] | For deep in my heart |
| [03:14.13] | I know there is no help I can bring. |
| [03:15.27] | |
| [03:22.01] | Everything passes, |
| [03:22.52] | Everything changes, |
| [03:24.38] | Just do what you think you should do. |
| [03:27.75] | |
| [03:33.19] | And someday maybe, |
| [03:35.19] | Who knows, baby, |
| [03:37.13] | Ill come and be cryin to you. |
| ti: To Ramona | |
| ar: Bob Dylan | |
| al: Biograph | |
| offset: 0 | |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Dylan |
| [00:03.60] | Ramona, come closer, |
| [00:05.42] | Shut softly your watery eyes. |
| [00:07.54] | |
| [00:11.98] | The pangs of your sadness |
| [00:13.67] | Shall pass as your senses will rise. |
| [00:15.86] | |
| [00:20.66] | The flowers of the city |
| [00:22.67] | Though breathlike, get deathlike at times. |
| [00:24.79] | |
| [00:31.29] | And theres no use in tryin |
| [00:33.91] | T deal with the dyin, |
| [00:36.23] | Though I cannot explain that in lines. |
| [00:38.11] | |
| [00:53.17] | Your cracked country lips, |
| [00:55.58] | I still wish to kiss, |
| [00:57.65] | As to be under the strength of your skin. |
| [01:04.09] | Your magnetic movements |
| [01:06.15] | Still capture the minutes Im in. |
| [01:07.60] | |
| [01:12.96] | But it grieves my heart, love, |
| [01:15.69] | To see you tryin to be a part of |
| [01:18.00] | A world that just dont exist. |
| [01:24.88] | Its all just a dream, babe, |
| [01:26.82] | A vacuum, a scheme, babe, |
| [01:29.25] | That sucks you into feelin like this. |
| [01:34.34] | |
| [01:36.31] | I can see that your head |
| [01:38.51] | Has been twisted and fed |
| [01:40.64] | By worthless foam from the mouth. |
| [01:46.25] | |
| [01:47.00] | I can tell you are torn |
| [01:49.00] | Between stayin and returnin |
| [01:51.62] | |
| [01:52.19] | On back to the south. |
| [01:54.57] | |
| [01:57.26] | Youve been fooled into thinking |
| [01:59.13] | That the finishin end is at hand. |
| [02:00.12] | |
| [02:04.72] | Yet theres no one to beat you, |
| [02:08.16] | No one t defeat you, |
| [02:10.68] | cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad. |
| [02:17.58] | |
| [02:18.82] | Ive heard you say many times |
| [02:20.07] | That youre better n no one |
| [02:24.57] | And no one is better n you. |
| [02:27.76] | |
| [02:30.37] | If you really believe that, |
| [02:32.25] | You know you got |
| [02:34.50] | Nothing to win and nothing to lose. |
| [02:37.00] | |
| [02:41.96] | From fixtures and forces and friends, |
| [02:43.40] | Your sorrow does stem, |
| [02:51.02] | That hype you and type you, |
| [02:52.72] | Making you feel |
| [02:54.46] | That you must be exactly like them. |
| [03:01.51] | Id forever talk to you, |
| [03:03.70] | But soon my words, |
| [03:05.82] | They would turn into a meaningless ring. |
| [03:10.37] | |
| [03:12.62] | For deep in my heart |
| [03:14.13] | I know there is no help I can bring. |
| [03:15.27] | |
| [03:22.01] | Everything passes, |
| [03:22.52] | Everything changes, |
| [03:24.38] | Just do what you think you should do. |
| [03:27.75] | |
| [03:33.19] | And someday maybe, |
| [03:35.19] | Who knows, baby, |
| [03:37.13] | Ill come and be cryin to you. |
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