Song | For the Roses |
Artist | Joni Mitchell |
Album | Misses |
[00:00.000] | 作词 : Joni Mitchell |
[00:00.001] | 作曲 : Joni Mitchell |
[00:00.02] | Written by:Joni Mitchell |
[00:00.04] | |
[00:13.26] | I heard it in the wind last night |
[00:15.81] | |
[00:16.60] | It sounded like applause |
[00:19.03] | Did you get a round resounding for you |
[00:21.81] | Way up here |
[00:22.88] | |
[00:24.56] | It seems like many dim years ago |
[00:27.39] | |
[00:28.19] | Since I heard that face to face |
[00:30.31] | Or seen you face to face |
[00:32.60] | Though tonight I can feel you here |
[00:35.09] | |
[00:36.28] | I get these notes |
[00:37.68] | On butterflies and lilac sprays |
[00:41.08] | From girls who just have to tell me |
[00:44.56] | |
[00:46.21] | They saw you somewhere |
[00:50.24] | |
[00:57.07] | In some office sits a poet |
[00:59.26] | And he trembles as he sings |
[01:02.15] | And he asks some guy |
[01:03.74] | To circulate his soul around |
[01:07.90] | |
[01:08.52] | On your mark red ribbon runner |
[01:11.23] | |
[01:11.94] | The caressing rev of motors |
[01:13.86] | Finely tuned like fancy women |
[01:16.14] | In thirties evening gowns |
[01:19.36] | |
[01:20.16] | Up the charts |
[01:21.29] | Off to the airport |
[01:22.99] | Your name's in the news |
[01:24.31] | Everything's first class |
[01:26.42] | |
[01:27.15] | The lights go down |
[01:28.34] | And it's just you up there |
[01:30.77] | |
[01:31.59] | Getting them to feel like that |
[01:35.34] | |
[01:40.38] | Remember the days when you used to sit |
[01:43.30] | And make up your tunes for love |
[01:45.93] | And pour your simple sorrow |
[01:48.25] | To the soundhole and your knee |
[01:51.20] | |
[01:51.92] | And now you're seen |
[01:53.41] | On giant screens |
[01:55.13] | |
[01:55.71] | And at parties for the press |
[01:58.03] | And for people who have slices of you |
[02:00.33] | From the company |
[02:01.89] | |
[02:03.54] | They toss around your latest golden egg |
[02:06.48] | Speculation well who's to know |
[02:09.11] | |
[02:09.87] | If the next one in the nest |
[02:11.95] | |
[02:12.88] | Will glitter for them so |
[02:18.75] | |
[02:23.98] | I guess I seem ungrateful |
[02:25.92] | With my teeth sunk in the hand |
[02:29.34] | That brings me things |
[02:31.03] | I really can't give up just yet |
[02:33.72] | |
[02:35.87] | Now I sit up here |
[02:37.29] | The critic |
[02:38.05] | |
[02:38.72] | And they introduce some band |
[02:40.53] | But they seem so much confetti |
[02:42.83] | Looking at them on my tv set |
[02:45.35] | |
[02:46.96] | Oh the power and the glory |
[02:49.22] | Just when you're getting a taste for worship |
[02:51.79] | They start bringing out the hammers |
[02:55.82] | |
[02:57.17] | And the boards |
[02:58.17] | And the nails |
[03:00.39] | |
[03:07.63] | I heard it in the wind last night |
[03:09.95] | |
[03:10.95] | It sounded like applause |
[03:12.64] | |
[03:13.45] | Chilly now |
[03:14.40] | End of summer |
[03:15.37] | No more shiny hot nights |
[03:17.87] | |
[03:18.93] | It was just the arbutus rustling |
[03:21.16] | |
[03:22.25] | And the bumping of the logs |
[03:24.30] | And the moon swept down black water |
[03:27.09] | Like an empty spotlight |
[00:00.000] | zuò cí : Joni Mitchell |
[00:00.001] | zuò qǔ : Joni Mitchell |
[00:00.02] | Written by: Joni Mitchell |
[00:00.04] | |
[00:13.26] | I heard it in the wind last night |
[00:15.81] | |
[00:16.60] | It sounded like applause |
[00:19.03] | Did you get a round resounding for you |
[00:21.81] | Way up here |
[00:22.88] | |
[00:24.56] | It seems like many dim years ago |
[00:27.39] | |
[00:28.19] | Since I heard that face to face |
[00:30.31] | Or seen you face to face |
[00:32.60] | Though tonight I can feel you here |
[00:35.09] | |
[00:36.28] | I get these notes |
[00:37.68] | On butterflies and lilac sprays |
[00:41.08] | From girls who just have to tell me |
[00:44.56] | |
[00:46.21] | They saw you somewhere |
[00:50.24] | |
[00:57.07] | In some office sits a poet |
[00:59.26] | And he trembles as he sings |
[01:02.15] | And he asks some guy |
[01:03.74] | To circulate his soul around |
[01:07.90] | |
[01:08.52] | On your mark red ribbon runner |
[01:11.23] | |
[01:11.94] | The caressing rev of motors |
[01:13.86] | Finely tuned like fancy women |
[01:16.14] | In thirties evening gowns |
[01:19.36] | |
[01:20.16] | Up the charts |
[01:21.29] | Off to the airport |
[01:22.99] | Your name' s in the news |
[01:24.31] | Everything' s first class |
[01:26.42] | |
[01:27.15] | The lights go down |
[01:28.34] | And it' s just you up there |
[01:30.77] | |
[01:31.59] | Getting them to feel like that |
[01:35.34] | |
[01:40.38] | Remember the days when you used to sit |
[01:43.30] | And make up your tunes for love |
[01:45.93] | And pour your simple sorrow |
[01:48.25] | To the soundhole and your knee |
[01:51.20] | |
[01:51.92] | And now you' re seen |
[01:53.41] | On giant screens |
[01:55.13] | |
[01:55.71] | And at parties for the press |
[01:58.03] | And for people who have slices of you |
[02:00.33] | From the company |
[02:01.89] | |
[02:03.54] | They toss around your latest golden egg |
[02:06.48] | Speculation well who' s to know |
[02:09.11] | |
[02:09.87] | If the next one in the nest |
[02:11.95] | |
[02:12.88] | Will glitter for them so |
[02:18.75] | |
[02:23.98] | I guess I seem ungrateful |
[02:25.92] | With my teeth sunk in the hand |
[02:29.34] | That brings me things |
[02:31.03] | I really can' t give up just yet |
[02:33.72] | |
[02:35.87] | Now I sit up here |
[02:37.29] | The critic |
[02:38.05] | |
[02:38.72] | And they introduce some band |
[02:40.53] | But they seem so much confetti |
[02:42.83] | Looking at them on my tv set |
[02:45.35] | |
[02:46.96] | Oh the power and the glory |
[02:49.22] | Just when you' re getting a taste for worship |
[02:51.79] | They start bringing out the hammers |
[02:55.82] | |
[02:57.17] | And the boards |
[02:58.17] | And the nails |
[03:00.39] | |
[03:07.63] | I heard it in the wind last night |
[03:09.95] | |
[03:10.95] | It sounded like applause |
[03:12.64] | |
[03:13.45] | Chilly now |
[03:14.40] | End of summer |
[03:15.37] | No more shiny hot nights |
[03:17.87] | |
[03:18.93] | It was just the arbutus rustling |
[03:21.16] | |
[03:22.25] | And the bumping of the logs |
[03:24.30] | And the moon swept down black water |
[03:27.09] | Like an empty spotlight |