Song | Like A Rolling Stone (Live 10/12/68 Winterland, San Francisco, CA) |
Artist | Jimi Hendrix |
Album | Winterland |
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Bob Dylan-Like A Rolling Stone | |
Once upon a time you dressed so fine | |
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? | |
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall" | |
You thought they were all kiddin' you | |
You used to laugh about | |
Everybody that was hangin' out | |
Now you don't talk so loud | |
Now you don't seem so proud | |
About having to be scrounging for your next meal | |
How does it feel | |
How does it feel | |
To be on your own | |
With no direction home | |
Like a complete unknown | |
Like a rolling stone? | |
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely | |
But you know you only used to get juiced in it | |
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street | |
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it | |
You said you'd never compromise | |
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize | |
He's not selling any alibis | |
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes | |
And ask him do you want to make a deal? | |
How does it feel | |
How does it feel | |
To be on your own | |
With no direction home | |
Like a complete unknown | |
Like a rolling stone? | |
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns | |
When they all come down and did tricks for you | |
You never understood that it ain't no good | |
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you | |
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat | |
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat | |
Ain't it hard when you discover that | |
He really wasn't where it's at | |
After he took from you everything he could steal | |
How does it feel | |
How does it feel | |
To be on your own | |
With no direction home | |
Like a complete unknown | |
Like a rolling stone? | |
solo。。。这老头口音太TM方言了,编了大半天 | |
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people | |
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made | |
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things | |
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe | |
You used to be so amused | |
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used | |
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse | |
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose | |
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal. | |
How does it feel | |
How does it feel | |
To be on your own | |
With no direction home | |
Like a complete unknown | |
Like a rolling stone? |
Bob DylanLike A Rolling Stone | |
Once upon a time you dressed so fine | |
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn' t you? | |
People' d call, say, " Beware doll, you' re bound to fall" | |
You thought they were all kiddin' you | |
You used to laugh about | |
Everybody that was hangin' out | |
Now you don' t talk so loud | |
Now you don' t seem so proud | |
About having to be scrounging for your next meal | |
How does it feel | |
How does it feel | |
To be on your own | |
With no direction home | |
Like a complete unknown | |
Like a rolling stone? | |
You' ve gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely | |
But you know you only used to get juiced in it | |
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street | |
And now you find out you' re gonna have to get used to it | |
You said you' d never compromise | |
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize | |
He' s not selling any alibis | |
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes | |
And ask him do you want to make a deal? | |
How does it feel | |
How does it feel | |
To be on your own | |
With no direction home | |
Like a complete unknown | |
Like a rolling stone? | |
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns | |
When they all come down and did tricks for you | |
You never understood that it ain' t no good | |
You shouldn' t let other people get your kicks for you | |
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat | |
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat | |
Ain' t it hard when you discover that | |
He really wasn' t where it' s at | |
After he took from you everything he could steal | |
How does it feel | |
How does it feel | |
To be on your own | |
With no direction home | |
Like a complete unknown | |
Like a rolling stone? | |
solo... zhe lao tou kou yin tai TM fang yan le, bian le da ban tian | |
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people | |
They' re drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made | |
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things | |
But you' d better lift your diamond ring, you' d better pawn it babe | |
You used to be so amused | |
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used | |
Go to him now, he calls you, you can' t refuse | |
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose | |
You' re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal. | |
How does it feel | |
How does it feel | |
To be on your own | |
With no direction home | |
Like a complete unknown | |
Like a rolling stone? |
Bob DylanLike A Rolling Stone | |
Once upon a time you dressed so fine | |
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn' t you? | |
People' d call, say, " Beware doll, you' re bound to fall" | |
You thought they were all kiddin' you | |
You used to laugh about | |
Everybody that was hangin' out | |
Now you don' t talk so loud | |
Now you don' t seem so proud | |
About having to be scrounging for your next meal | |
How does it feel | |
How does it feel | |
To be on your own | |
With no direction home | |
Like a complete unknown | |
Like a rolling stone? | |
You' ve gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely | |
But you know you only used to get juiced in it | |
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street | |
And now you find out you' re gonna have to get used to it | |
You said you' d never compromise | |
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize | |
He' s not selling any alibis | |
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes | |
And ask him do you want to make a deal? | |
How does it feel | |
How does it feel | |
To be on your own | |
With no direction home | |
Like a complete unknown | |
Like a rolling stone? | |
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns | |
When they all come down and did tricks for you | |
You never understood that it ain' t no good | |
You shouldn' t let other people get your kicks for you | |
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat | |
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat | |
Ain' t it hard when you discover that | |
He really wasn' t where it' s at | |
After he took from you everything he could steal | |
How does it feel | |
How does it feel | |
To be on your own | |
With no direction home | |
Like a complete unknown | |
Like a rolling stone? | |
solo... zhè lǎo tóu kǒu yīn tài TM fāng yán le, biān le dà bàn tiān | |
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people | |
They' re drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made | |
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things | |
But you' d better lift your diamond ring, you' d better pawn it babe | |
You used to be so amused | |
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used | |
Go to him now, he calls you, you can' t refuse | |
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose | |
You' re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal. | |
How does it feel | |
How does it feel | |
To be on your own | |
With no direction home | |
Like a complete unknown | |
Like a rolling stone? |