Song | Hook |
Artist | Blues Traveler |
Album | Live on the Rocks |
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作曲 : John Popper | |
作词 : John Popper | |
It doesn't matter what I say | |
As long as I sing with inflection | |
It makes you feel that I'll convey | |
Some inner truth of vast reflection | |
But I've said nothing so far | |
And I can keep it up as long as it takes | |
And it don't matter who you are | |
If I'm doing my job, it's your resolve that breaks | |
Because the hook brings you back | |
I ain't tellin' you no lie | |
The hook brings you back | |
On that you can rely | |
There is something amiss | |
I am being insincere | |
In fact I don't mean any of this | |
Still my confession draws you near | |
To confuse the issue I'll refer | |
Familiar heroes from long ago | |
No matter how much Peter loved her | |
What made the Pan refuse to grow | |
Was that the hook brings you back | |
I ain't tellin' you no lie | |
The hook brings you back | |
On that you can rely | |
Suck it in suck it in | |
If you're Rin Tin Tin or Anne Boleyn | |
Make a desperate move or else you'll win | |
And then begin | |
To see what you're doing to me this MTV is not for free | |
It's so PC it's killing me | |
So desperately I sing to thee of love, | |
Sure, but also rage and hate and pain and fear of self | |
And I can't keep these feelings on the shelf | |
I've tried | |
Well no, in fact I lied | |
Could be financial suicide but I've got too much pride inside | |
To hide or slide | |
I'll do as I decide and let it ride until I've died | |
And only then shall I abide | |
this tide of catchy little tunes | |
Of hip three minute ditties | |
I wanna bust all your balloons | |
I wanna burn all of your cities to the ground | |
I've found | |
I will not mess around | |
Unless I play then hey | |
I will go on all day hear what I say | |
I have a prayer to pray | |
That's really all this was | |
And when I'm feeling stuck and need a buck | |
I don't rely on luck because | |
The hook brings you back | |
I ain't tellin' you no lie | |
The hook... | |
On that you can rely |
zuo qu : John Popper | |
zuo ci : John Popper | |
It doesn' t matter what I say | |
As long as I sing with inflection | |
It makes you feel that I' ll convey | |
Some inner truth of vast reflection | |
But I' ve said nothing so far | |
And I can keep it up as long as it takes | |
And it don' t matter who you are | |
If I' m doing my job, it' s your resolve that breaks | |
Because the hook brings you back | |
I ain' t tellin' you no lie | |
The hook brings you back | |
On that you can rely | |
There is something amiss | |
I am being insincere | |
In fact I don' t mean any of this | |
Still my confession draws you near | |
To confuse the issue I' ll refer | |
Familiar heroes from long ago | |
No matter how much Peter loved her | |
What made the Pan refuse to grow | |
Was that the hook brings you back | |
I ain' t tellin' you no lie | |
The hook brings you back | |
On that you can rely | |
Suck it in suck it in | |
If you' re Rin Tin Tin or Anne Boleyn | |
Make a desperate move or else you' ll win | |
And then begin | |
To see what you' re doing to me this MTV is not for free | |
It' s so PC it' s killing me | |
So desperately I sing to thee of love, | |
Sure, but also rage and hate and pain and fear of self | |
And I can' t keep these feelings on the shelf | |
I' ve tried | |
Well no, in fact I lied | |
Could be financial suicide but I' ve got too much pride inside | |
To hide or slide | |
I' ll do as I decide and let it ride until I' ve died | |
And only then shall I abide | |
this tide of catchy little tunes | |
Of hip three minute ditties | |
I wanna bust all your balloons | |
I wanna burn all of your cities to the ground | |
I' ve found | |
I will not mess around | |
Unless I play then hey | |
I will go on all day hear what I say | |
I have a prayer to pray | |
That' s really all this was | |
And when I' m feeling stuck and need a buck | |
I don' t rely on luck because | |
The hook brings you back | |
I ain' t tellin' you no lie | |
The hook... | |
On that you can rely |
zuò qǔ : John Popper | |
zuò cí : John Popper | |
It doesn' t matter what I say | |
As long as I sing with inflection | |
It makes you feel that I' ll convey | |
Some inner truth of vast reflection | |
But I' ve said nothing so far | |
And I can keep it up as long as it takes | |
And it don' t matter who you are | |
If I' m doing my job, it' s your resolve that breaks | |
Because the hook brings you back | |
I ain' t tellin' you no lie | |
The hook brings you back | |
On that you can rely | |
There is something amiss | |
I am being insincere | |
In fact I don' t mean any of this | |
Still my confession draws you near | |
To confuse the issue I' ll refer | |
Familiar heroes from long ago | |
No matter how much Peter loved her | |
What made the Pan refuse to grow | |
Was that the hook brings you back | |
I ain' t tellin' you no lie | |
The hook brings you back | |
On that you can rely | |
Suck it in suck it in | |
If you' re Rin Tin Tin or Anne Boleyn | |
Make a desperate move or else you' ll win | |
And then begin | |
To see what you' re doing to me this MTV is not for free | |
It' s so PC it' s killing me | |
So desperately I sing to thee of love, | |
Sure, but also rage and hate and pain and fear of self | |
And I can' t keep these feelings on the shelf | |
I' ve tried | |
Well no, in fact I lied | |
Could be financial suicide but I' ve got too much pride inside | |
To hide or slide | |
I' ll do as I decide and let it ride until I' ve died | |
And only then shall I abide | |
this tide of catchy little tunes | |
Of hip three minute ditties | |
I wanna bust all your balloons | |
I wanna burn all of your cities to the ground | |
I' ve found | |
I will not mess around | |
Unless I play then hey | |
I will go on all day hear what I say | |
I have a prayer to pray | |
That' s really all this was | |
And when I' m feeling stuck and need a buck | |
I don' t rely on luck because | |
The hook brings you back | |
I ain' t tellin' you no lie | |
The hook... | |
On that you can rely |