Song | Family Snapshot |
Artist | Peter Gabriel |
Album | Plays Live |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Gabriel | |
The streets are lined with camera crews | |
Everywhere he goes is news | |
Today is different | |
Today is not the same | |
Today I make the action | |
Take snapshot into the light, snapshot into the light | |
I'm shooting into the light | |
Four miles down the cavalcade moves on | |
Driving into the sun | |
If I worked it out right | |
They won't see me or the gun | |
Two miles to go, they're clearing the road and | |
The cheering has really begun | |
I've got my radio | |
I can hear what's going on | |
I've been waiting for this | |
I've been waiting for this | |
All you people in | |
TV land I will wake up your empty shells | |
Peak-time viewing blown in a flash | |
As I burn into your memory cells ' | |
Cos I'm alive | |
They're coming 'round the corner with the bikers at the front | |
I'm wiping the sweat from my eyes - | |
It's a matter of time - | |
A matter of will | |
And the governor's car is not far behind | |
He's not the one | |
I've got in mind ' | |
Cos there he is-the man of the hour, standing in the limousine "I don't really hate you -I don't care what you do We were made for each other -Me and you I want to be somebody -You were like that too If you don't get given you learn to take And I will take you." | |
Holding my breath | |
Release the catch | |
And I let the bullet fly | |
All turned quiet- | |
I have been here before | |
A Lonely boy hiding behind the front door | |
Friends have all gone home | |
There's my toy gun on the floor | |
Come back | |
Mum and Dad | |
You're growing apart | |
You know that | |
I'm growing up sad | |
I need some attention | |
I shoot into the light |
zuo ci : Gabriel | |
The streets are lined with camera crews | |
Everywhere he goes is news | |
Today is different | |
Today is not the same | |
Today I make the action | |
Take snapshot into the light, snapshot into the light | |
I' m shooting into the light | |
Four miles down the cavalcade moves on | |
Driving into the sun | |
If I worked it out right | |
They won' t see me or the gun | |
Two miles to go, they' re clearing the road and | |
The cheering has really begun | |
I' ve got my radio | |
I can hear what' s going on | |
I' ve been waiting for this | |
I' ve been waiting for this | |
All you people in | |
TV land I will wake up your empty shells | |
Peaktime viewing blown in a flash | |
As I burn into your memory cells ' | |
Cos I' m alive | |
They' re coming ' round the corner with the bikers at the front | |
I' m wiping the sweat from my eyes | |
It' s a matter of time | |
A matter of will | |
And the governor' s car is not far behind | |
He' s not the one | |
I' ve got in mind ' | |
Cos there he isthe man of the hour, standing in the limousine " I don' t really hate you I don' t care what you do We were made for each other Me and you I want to be somebody You were like that too If you don' t get given you learn to take And I will take you." | |
Holding my breath | |
Release the catch | |
And I let the bullet fly | |
All turned quiet | |
I have been here before | |
A Lonely boy hiding behind the front door | |
Friends have all gone home | |
There' s my toy gun on the floor | |
Come back | |
Mum and Dad | |
You' re growing apart | |
You know that | |
I' m growing up sad | |
I need some attention | |
I shoot into the light |
zuò cí : Gabriel | |
The streets are lined with camera crews | |
Everywhere he goes is news | |
Today is different | |
Today is not the same | |
Today I make the action | |
Take snapshot into the light, snapshot into the light | |
I' m shooting into the light | |
Four miles down the cavalcade moves on | |
Driving into the sun | |
If I worked it out right | |
They won' t see me or the gun | |
Two miles to go, they' re clearing the road and | |
The cheering has really begun | |
I' ve got my radio | |
I can hear what' s going on | |
I' ve been waiting for this | |
I' ve been waiting for this | |
All you people in | |
TV land I will wake up your empty shells | |
Peaktime viewing blown in a flash | |
As I burn into your memory cells ' | |
Cos I' m alive | |
They' re coming ' round the corner with the bikers at the front | |
I' m wiping the sweat from my eyes | |
It' s a matter of time | |
A matter of will | |
And the governor' s car is not far behind | |
He' s not the one | |
I' ve got in mind ' | |
Cos there he isthe man of the hour, standing in the limousine " I don' t really hate you I don' t care what you do We were made for each other Me and you I want to be somebody You were like that too If you don' t get given you learn to take And I will take you." | |
Holding my breath | |
Release the catch | |
And I let the bullet fly | |
All turned quiet | |
I have been here before | |
A Lonely boy hiding behind the front door | |
Friends have all gone home | |
There' s my toy gun on the floor | |
Come back | |
Mum and Dad | |
You' re growing apart | |
You know that | |
I' m growing up sad | |
I need some attention | |
I shoot into the light |