Song | Pleasures of the Harbor |
Artist | Phil Ochs |
Album | Gunfight at Carnegie Hall |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ochs | |
Pleasures of the Harbor | |
Phil Ochs | |
And the ship sets the sail | |
They've lived the tale | |
To carry to the shore | |
Straining at the oars | |
Or staring from the rail | |
And the sea bids farewell | |
She waves in swells | |
And sends them on their way | |
Time has been her pay | |
And time will have to tell | |
Soon your sailing will be over | |
Come and take the pleasures of the har - bor | |
And the anchor hits the sand | |
The hungry hands | |
Have tied them to the port | |
The hour will be short | |
For leisure on the land | |
And the girls scent the air | |
They seem so fair | |
With paint on their face | |
Soft is their embrace | |
to lead them up the stairs | |
Soon your sailing will be over | |
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
In the room dark and dim | |
Touch of skin | |
He asks her of her name | |
She answers with no shame | |
And not a sense of sin | |
Until the fingers draw the blinds | |
Sip of wine | |
The cigarette of doubt | |
The candle is blown out | |
The darkness is so kind | |
Soon your sailing will be over | |
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
And the shadows frame the light | |
Same old sight | |
Thrill has blown away | |
Now all alone they lay | |
Two strangers in the night | |
Till his heart skips a beat | |
He's on his feet | |
To shipmates he must join | |
She's counting up the coins | |
He's swallowed by the street | |
Soon your sailing will be over | |
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
In the bar hangs a cloud | |
The whiskey's loud | |
There's laughter in their eyes | |
The lonely in disguse | |
Are clinging to the crowd | |
And the bottle fills the glass | |
The haze is fast | |
He's trembling for the taste | |
Of passion gone to waste | |
In memories of the past | |
Soon your sailing will be over | |
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
In the alley, red with rain | |
Cry of pain | |
For love was but a smile | |
Teasing all the while | |
Now dancing down the drain | |
'Till the boys reach the dock | |
They gently mock | |
Lift him on their backs | |
Lay him on his rack | |
And leave beneath the light | |
Soon your sailing will be over | |
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
And the ship sets the sail | |
They've lived the tale | |
To carry from the shore | |
Straining at the oars | |
Or staring from the rail | |
And the sea bids farewell | |
She waves in swells | |
And sends them on their way | |
Time has been her pay | |
And time will have to tell | |
Soon your sailing will be over | |
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor |
zuo ci : Ochs | |
Pleasures of the Harbor | |
Phil Ochs | |
And the ship sets the sail | |
They' ve lived the tale | |
To carry to the shore | |
Straining at the oars | |
Or staring from the rail | |
And the sea bids farewell | |
She waves in swells | |
And sends them on their way | |
Time has been her pay | |
And time will have to tell | |
Soon your sailing will be over | |
Come and take the pleasures of the har bor | |
And the anchor hits the sand | |
The hungry hands | |
Have tied them to the port | |
The hour will be short | |
For leisure on the land | |
And the girls scent the air | |
They seem so fair | |
With paint on their face | |
Soft is their embrace | |
to lead them up the stairs | |
Soon your sailing will be over | |
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
In the room dark and dim | |
Touch of skin | |
He asks her of her name | |
She answers with no shame | |
And not a sense of sin | |
Until the fingers draw the blinds | |
Sip of wine | |
The cigarette of doubt | |
The candle is blown out | |
The darkness is so kind | |
Soon your sailing will be over | |
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
And the shadows frame the light | |
Same old sight | |
Thrill has blown away | |
Now all alone they lay | |
Two strangers in the night | |
Till his heart skips a beat | |
He' s on his feet | |
To shipmates he must join | |
She' s counting up the coins | |
He' s swallowed by the street | |
Soon your sailing will be over | |
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
In the bar hangs a cloud | |
The whiskey' s loud | |
There' s laughter in their eyes | |
The lonely in disguse | |
Are clinging to the crowd | |
And the bottle fills the glass | |
The haze is fast | |
He' s trembling for the taste | |
Of passion gone to waste | |
In memories of the past | |
Soon your sailing will be over | |
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
In the alley, red with rain | |
Cry of pain | |
For love was but a smile | |
Teasing all the while | |
Now dancing down the drain | |
' Till the boys reach the dock | |
They gently mock | |
Lift him on their backs | |
Lay him on his rack | |
And leave beneath the light | |
Soon your sailing will be over | |
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
And the ship sets the sail | |
They' ve lived the tale | |
To carry from the shore | |
Straining at the oars | |
Or staring from the rail | |
And the sea bids farewell | |
She waves in swells | |
And sends them on their way | |
Time has been her pay | |
And time will have to tell | |
Soon your sailing will be over | |
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor |
zuò cí : Ochs | |
Pleasures of the Harbor | |
Phil Ochs | |
And the ship sets the sail | |
They' ve lived the tale | |
To carry to the shore | |
Straining at the oars | |
Or staring from the rail | |
And the sea bids farewell | |
She waves in swells | |
And sends them on their way | |
Time has been her pay | |
And time will have to tell | |
Soon your sailing will be over | |
Come and take the pleasures of the har bor | |
And the anchor hits the sand | |
The hungry hands | |
Have tied them to the port | |
The hour will be short | |
For leisure on the land | |
And the girls scent the air | |
They seem so fair | |
With paint on their face | |
Soft is their embrace | |
to lead them up the stairs | |
Soon your sailing will be over | |
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
In the room dark and dim | |
Touch of skin | |
He asks her of her name | |
She answers with no shame | |
And not a sense of sin | |
Until the fingers draw the blinds | |
Sip of wine | |
The cigarette of doubt | |
The candle is blown out | |
The darkness is so kind | |
Soon your sailing will be over | |
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
And the shadows frame the light | |
Same old sight | |
Thrill has blown away | |
Now all alone they lay | |
Two strangers in the night | |
Till his heart skips a beat | |
He' s on his feet | |
To shipmates he must join | |
She' s counting up the coins | |
He' s swallowed by the street | |
Soon your sailing will be over | |
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
In the bar hangs a cloud | |
The whiskey' s loud | |
There' s laughter in their eyes | |
The lonely in disguse | |
Are clinging to the crowd | |
And the bottle fills the glass | |
The haze is fast | |
He' s trembling for the taste | |
Of passion gone to waste | |
In memories of the past | |
Soon your sailing will be over | |
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
In the alley, red with rain | |
Cry of pain | |
For love was but a smile | |
Teasing all the while | |
Now dancing down the drain | |
' Till the boys reach the dock | |
They gently mock | |
Lift him on their backs | |
Lay him on his rack | |
And leave beneath the light | |
Soon your sailing will be over | |
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
And the ship sets the sail | |
They' ve lived the tale | |
To carry from the shore | |
Straining at the oars | |
Or staring from the rail | |
And the sea bids farewell | |
She waves in swells | |
And sends them on their way | |
Time has been her pay | |
And time will have to tell | |
Soon your sailing will be over | |
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor |