Song | 15 Days |
Artist | John Squire |
Album | Time Changes Everything |
作曲 : Squire | |
They wound on through the hills for 15 days | |
Suffering every fool that crossed their paths | |
On their way | |
I don't think they were looking | |
For diamonds, silver or gold | |
They were aiming for the Pistols and the Byrds | |
That flew above them in the heavy metal sky | |
They come down from the north | |
In their waterproof clothes | |
Nothing in their pockets but faith | |
That in the not too distant future | |
They'd be walking tall | |
You say it's alright now | |
But the weatherman says snow, hail and rain | |
That crown of thorns suits you, son | |
When can we all get another one | |
It's the least the gods can do | |
To help us all see this winter through | |
Just like a rose should | |
Just like a rose should | |
Now come sun down start of week three | |
They'd reached the outskirts of town | |
They didn't need anybody to tell them | |
What was going down | |
No clowns | |
And bringing up the rear, fat fingers in the till | |
The country boy with thirty-three-point-three | |
Recurring nightmares | |
He's no partner in crime | |
You say it's all right now | |
But the sergeant thinks the situation stinks | |
That crown of thorns suits you, son | |
When can we all get another one | |
It's the least the gods can do | |
To help us all see this winter through | |
Just like a rose should | |
Just like a rose should | |
Looking down into the valley, the city below | |
Slept between the stars and the waxing moon | |
That hung above them | |
Beneath the wide arm of the sky | |
They didn't have what it took to be shallow, | |
Repetitive careerist fools | |
Couldn't re-package the brand and profiteer | |
Just grit their teeth | |
And remain sincere | |
You say it's alright now | |
But the Chaplain says ready the grave | |
That crown of thorns suits you, son | |
When can we all get another one | |
It's the least the gods can do | |
To help us all see this winter through | |
Just like a rose should | |
Yeah, just like a rose | |
Keep us faithful until death | |
Calm in danger | |
Patient in suffering Merciful and brave | |
True to our king our colours and country | |
And if it be thy will enable us to win | |
Enable us to win |
zuò qǔ : Squire | |
They wound on through the hills for 15 days | |
Suffering every fool that crossed their paths | |
On their way | |
I don' t think they were looking | |
For diamonds, silver or gold | |
They were aiming for the Pistols and the Byrds | |
That flew above them in the heavy metal sky | |
They come down from the north | |
In their waterproof clothes | |
Nothing in their pockets but faith | |
That in the not too distant future | |
They' d be walking tall | |
You say it' s alright now | |
But the weatherman says snow, hail and rain | |
That crown of thorns suits you, son | |
When can we all get another one | |
It' s the least the gods can do | |
To help us all see this winter through | |
Just like a rose should | |
Just like a rose should | |
Now come sun down start of week three | |
They' d reached the outskirts of town | |
They didn' t need anybody to tell them | |
What was going down | |
No clowns | |
And bringing up the rear, fat fingers in the till | |
The country boy with thirtythreepointthree | |
Recurring nightmares | |
He' s no partner in crime | |
You say it' s all right now | |
But the sergeant thinks the situation stinks | |
That crown of thorns suits you, son | |
When can we all get another one | |
It' s the least the gods can do | |
To help us all see this winter through | |
Just like a rose should | |
Just like a rose should | |
Looking down into the valley, the city below | |
Slept between the stars and the waxing moon | |
That hung above them | |
Beneath the wide arm of the sky | |
They didn' t have what it took to be shallow, | |
Repetitive careerist fools | |
Couldn' t repackage the brand and profiteer | |
Just grit their teeth | |
And remain sincere | |
You say it' s alright now | |
But the Chaplain says ready the grave | |
That crown of thorns suits you, son | |
When can we all get another one | |
It' s the least the gods can do | |
To help us all see this winter through | |
Just like a rose should | |
Yeah, just like a rose | |
Keep us faithful until death | |
Calm in danger | |
Patient in suffering Merciful and brave | |
True to our king our colours and country | |
And if it be thy will enable us to win | |
Enable us to win |