Song | This Ache |
Artist | Blues Traveler |
Album | Live on the Rocks |
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作词 : Popper, Wilson | |
This ache that follows you down | |
From wherever you both came from | |
Well, it won't leave quietly | |
It just waits here noisily with me | |
I turn to go but quite instead | |
It sinks its fangs into my head | |
And gnaws upon me like a greedy bone | |
The fragrant scent of parts unknown | |
I try my best but it gets worse | |
And fearful of this blessed curse | |
The moon is full, | |
I feel my teeth | |
My instincts give no sympathy for me | |
All I want is to stay here with you | |
For at least a couple of minutes more | |
In your front seat by any reason, | |
I can find | |
My right foot still dangling out your door | |
This ache that follows you down | |
From wherever you both came from | |
Well, it won't leave quietly | |
It just waits here noisily with me | |
The pots and pans and bare assed bones | |
Would have me feeling all alone | |
But never fear the ache is there | |
And calmly, he pulls up a chair | |
And through the night we play some hands | |
While the ache, he issues his demands | |
Yeah, the ache, he issues his demands | |
And I'm like | |
Custer at his lemonade stand | |
And all I have is this ache | |
Just to see you again | |
Though I've got no pretext to | |
And hope won't quench my thirst this time | |
Can't you see that | |
I'm aching for you? | |
I go to sleep when | |
I awakeIn the kitchen is my ache | |
He cooks me breakfast ties my shoes | |
Puts in the time, he pays my dues | |
He sticks a needle in my eye | |
And haunts me like some tragic lie | |
Reminds me 'til | |
I bend to break | |
That I've been given the gift of | |
This ache that followed you down | |
From wherever you both came from | |
Well, it won't leave quietly | |
It just waits here noisily with me | |
This ache that followed you down | |
From wherever you both came from | |
This ache that followed you down | |
From wherever you both came from | |
Well, it won't leave quietly | |
It just waits here noisily with me |
zuo ci : Popper, Wilson | |
This ache that follows you down | |
From wherever you both came from | |
Well, it won' t leave quietly | |
It just waits here noisily with me | |
I turn to go but quite instead | |
It sinks its fangs into my head | |
And gnaws upon me like a greedy bone | |
The fragrant scent of parts unknown | |
I try my best but it gets worse | |
And fearful of this blessed curse | |
The moon is full, | |
I feel my teeth | |
My instincts give no sympathy for me | |
All I want is to stay here with you | |
For at least a couple of minutes more | |
In your front seat by any reason, | |
I can find | |
My right foot still dangling out your door | |
This ache that follows you down | |
From wherever you both came from | |
Well, it won' t leave quietly | |
It just waits here noisily with me | |
The pots and pans and bare assed bones | |
Would have me feeling all alone | |
But never fear the ache is there | |
And calmly, he pulls up a chair | |
And through the night we play some hands | |
While the ache, he issues his demands | |
Yeah, the ache, he issues his demands | |
And I' m like | |
Custer at his lemonade stand | |
And all I have is this ache | |
Just to see you again | |
Though I' ve got no pretext to | |
And hope won' t quench my thirst this time | |
Can' t you see that | |
I' m aching for you? | |
I go to sleep when | |
I awakeIn the kitchen is my ache | |
He cooks me breakfast ties my shoes | |
Puts in the time, he pays my dues | |
He sticks a needle in my eye | |
And haunts me like some tragic lie | |
Reminds me ' til | |
I bend to break | |
That I' ve been given the gift of | |
This ache that followed you down | |
From wherever you both came from | |
Well, it won' t leave quietly | |
It just waits here noisily with me | |
This ache that followed you down | |
From wherever you both came from | |
This ache that followed you down | |
From wherever you both came from | |
Well, it won' t leave quietly | |
It just waits here noisily with me |
zuò cí : Popper, Wilson | |
This ache that follows you down | |
From wherever you both came from | |
Well, it won' t leave quietly | |
It just waits here noisily with me | |
I turn to go but quite instead | |
It sinks its fangs into my head | |
And gnaws upon me like a greedy bone | |
The fragrant scent of parts unknown | |
I try my best but it gets worse | |
And fearful of this blessed curse | |
The moon is full, | |
I feel my teeth | |
My instincts give no sympathy for me | |
All I want is to stay here with you | |
For at least a couple of minutes more | |
In your front seat by any reason, | |
I can find | |
My right foot still dangling out your door | |
This ache that follows you down | |
From wherever you both came from | |
Well, it won' t leave quietly | |
It just waits here noisily with me | |
The pots and pans and bare assed bones | |
Would have me feeling all alone | |
But never fear the ache is there | |
And calmly, he pulls up a chair | |
And through the night we play some hands | |
While the ache, he issues his demands | |
Yeah, the ache, he issues his demands | |
And I' m like | |
Custer at his lemonade stand | |
And all I have is this ache | |
Just to see you again | |
Though I' ve got no pretext to | |
And hope won' t quench my thirst this time | |
Can' t you see that | |
I' m aching for you? | |
I go to sleep when | |
I awakeIn the kitchen is my ache | |
He cooks me breakfast ties my shoes | |
Puts in the time, he pays my dues | |
He sticks a needle in my eye | |
And haunts me like some tragic lie | |
Reminds me ' til | |
I bend to break | |
That I' ve been given the gift of | |
This ache that followed you down | |
From wherever you both came from | |
Well, it won' t leave quietly | |
It just waits here noisily with me | |
This ache that followed you down | |
From wherever you both came from | |
This ache that followed you down | |
From wherever you both came from | |
Well, it won' t leave quietly | |
It just waits here noisily with me |