Song | Sleep of the Just |
Artist | Elvis Costello |
Album | King of America |
作词 : MacManus | |
The soldier asked my name and did i come here very often | |
Well i thought that he was asking me to dance | |
In my holy coat and hat and him in his red bonnet | |
We'd have made a lovely couple but we never had the chance | |
[chorus] | |
And now you say that you've got to go | |
Well if you must you must | |
I suppose that you need the sleep of the just | |
Well it was a powerful day and there were black crows in the road | |
And i kept my strong opinions to my chest | |
I suppose i should have told them that i was on fire for you | |
When the bus burst into flames outside some place, 'the poet's rest' | |
[chorus] | |
A girl woke up in a naked light and said 'oh no not again' | |
He even looked like her brother in the army but she never mentions him | |
He'll be tucked up in his bed tonight with his dirty-pictures girl | |
Saying, 'you're some mother's daughter you know or is it | |
Immaterial girl?' | |
Now she's pinned up upon the barracks wall in her home town | |
All the soldiers taking turns with their attentions | |
And as they speculate what she'd look like beneath that thin nightgown | |
His family pride was rising up as he cast his eyes down |
zuò cí : MacManus | |
The soldier asked my name and did i come here very often | |
Well i thought that he was asking me to dance | |
In my holy coat and hat and him in his red bonnet | |
We' d have made a lovely couple but we never had the chance | |
chorus | |
And now you say that you' ve got to go | |
Well if you must you must | |
I suppose that you need the sleep of the just | |
Well it was a powerful day and there were black crows in the road | |
And i kept my strong opinions to my chest | |
I suppose i should have told them that i was on fire for you | |
When the bus burst into flames outside some place, ' the poet' s rest' | |
chorus | |
A girl woke up in a naked light and said ' oh no not again' | |
He even looked like her brother in the army but she never mentions him | |
He' ll be tucked up in his bed tonight with his dirtypictures girl | |
Saying, ' you' re some mother' s daughter you know or is it | |
Immaterial girl?' | |
Now she' s pinned up upon the barracks wall in her home town | |
All the soldiers taking turns with their attentions | |
And as they speculate what she' d look like beneath that thin nightgown | |
His family pride was rising up as he cast his eyes down |