Song | Hey Jack Kerouac |
Artist | 10,000 Maniacs |
Album | MTV Unplugged [live] |
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[00:00.00] | 作词 : Buck, Merchant |
[00:09.33] | Hey Jack Kerouac, |
[00:12.98] | I think of you mother and all the tears she cried |
[00:19.89] | She would cry for none other |
[00:24.73] | than her little boy lost in a little world that hated |
[00:31.70] | and that dared to drag him down |
[00:35.70] | Her little boy courageous |
[00:39.94] | who chose his words from mouths |
[00:43.24] | of babes got lost in the wood. |
[00:47.83] | Hip-flash slinging madmen, |
[00:51.23] | steaming cafe flirts, |
[00:54.97] | they all spoke through you. |
[00:59.18] | Hey Jack, now for the tricky part, |
[01:04.56] | when you were the brightest star |
[01:09.16] | who were the shadows? |
[01:13.00] | Of the San Francisco beat boys |
[01:16.25] | you were the favourite. |
[01:20.50] | Now they sit and rattle their bones |
[01:23.96] | and think of their blood stoned days |
[01:27.83] | You chose your words from mouths of |
[01:31.98] | babes got lost in the world. |
[01:35.77] | The hip-flask slinging madmen |
[01:39.52] | steaming cafe flirts, |
[01:43.21] | in Chinatown, howling at night |
[02:02.82] | Allen baby, why so jaded? |
[02:10.57] | Have the boys all grown up |
[02:13.78] | and their beauty faded? |
[02:18.43] | Billy, what a saint they made you |
[02:24.72] | You‘re just like Mary down in Mexico On All Souls' Day. |
[02:33.27] | You chose your words from mouths of |
[02:37.22] | babes lost in the world |
[02:40.67] | The cool junk booting madmen, |
[02:44.86] | street minded girls in Harlem, howling at night. |
[03:06.90] | What a tear stained shock of the world |
[03:13.31] | you've gone away without saying goodbye. |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Buck, Merchant |
[00:09.33] | Hey Jack Kerouac, |
[00:12.98] | I think of you mother and all the tears she cried |
[00:19.89] | She would cry for none other |
[00:24.73] | than her little boy lost in a little world that hated |
[00:31.70] | and that dared to drag him down |
[00:35.70] | Her little boy courageous |
[00:39.94] | who chose his words from mouths |
[00:43.24] | of babes got lost in the wood. |
[00:47.83] | Hipflash slinging madmen, |
[00:51.23] | steaming cafe flirts, |
[00:54.97] | they all spoke through you. |
[00:59.18] | Hey Jack, now for the tricky part, |
[01:04.56] | when you were the brightest star |
[01:09.16] | who were the shadows? |
[01:13.00] | Of the San Francisco beat boys |
[01:16.25] | you were the favourite. |
[01:20.50] | Now they sit and rattle their bones |
[01:23.96] | and think of their blood stoned days |
[01:27.83] | You chose your words from mouths of |
[01:31.98] | babes got lost in the world. |
[01:35.77] | The hipflask slinging madmen |
[01:39.52] | steaming cafe flirts, |
[01:43.21] | in Chinatown, howling at night |
[02:02.82] | Allen baby, why so jaded? |
[02:10.57] | Have the boys all grown up |
[02:13.78] | and their beauty faded? |
[02:18.43] | Billy, what a saint they made you |
[02:24.72] | You' re just like Mary down in Mexico On All Souls' Day. |
[02:33.27] | You chose your words from mouths of |
[02:37.22] | babes lost in the world |
[02:40.67] | The cool junk booting madmen, |
[02:44.86] | street minded girls in Harlem, howling at night. |
[03:06.90] | What a tear stained shock of the world |
[03:13.31] | you' ve gone away without saying goodbye. |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Buck, Merchant |
[00:09.33] | Hey Jack Kerouac, |
[00:12.98] | I think of you mother and all the tears she cried |
[00:19.89] | She would cry for none other |
[00:24.73] | than her little boy lost in a little world that hated |
[00:31.70] | and that dared to drag him down |
[00:35.70] | Her little boy courageous |
[00:39.94] | who chose his words from mouths |
[00:43.24] | of babes got lost in the wood. |
[00:47.83] | Hipflash slinging madmen, |
[00:51.23] | steaming cafe flirts, |
[00:54.97] | they all spoke through you. |
[00:59.18] | Hey Jack, now for the tricky part, |
[01:04.56] | when you were the brightest star |
[01:09.16] | who were the shadows? |
[01:13.00] | Of the San Francisco beat boys |
[01:16.25] | you were the favourite. |
[01:20.50] | Now they sit and rattle their bones |
[01:23.96] | and think of their blood stoned days |
[01:27.83] | You chose your words from mouths of |
[01:31.98] | babes got lost in the world. |
[01:35.77] | The hipflask slinging madmen |
[01:39.52] | steaming cafe flirts, |
[01:43.21] | in Chinatown, howling at night |
[02:02.82] | Allen baby, why so jaded? |
[02:10.57] | Have the boys all grown up |
[02:13.78] | and their beauty faded? |
[02:18.43] | Billy, what a saint they made you |
[02:24.72] | You' re just like Mary down in Mexico On All Souls' Day. |
[02:33.27] | You chose your words from mouths of |
[02:37.22] | babes lost in the world |
[02:40.67] | The cool junk booting madmen, |
[02:44.86] | street minded girls in Harlem, howling at night. |
[03:06.90] | What a tear stained shock of the world |
[03:13.31] | you' ve gone away without saying goodbye. |