| Song | Friday's Tie-Dye Nightmare |
| Artist | Carole King |
| Album | Colour of Your Dreams |
| 作词 : King | |
| In Friday's tie-dye nightmare | |
| I was trying to get from here to there | |
| Walking to, passing through people everywhere | |
| I got on at my station, running through the fire | |
| Looking for an elevation that would get me a little higher | |
| News of people dying, someone lying on the stair | |
| Crying for the nation, can we offer up a prayer | |
| There'll be a coronation, a fancy dress affair | |
| We'll be lined up in formation, but we won't be going anywhere | |
| Down the hellhole, trying to make my way | |
| I couldn't get where I wanted, due to an unforeseen delay | |
| The man was apologetic as he turned his head to say | |
| Sorry, kid, you're not gonna make it home today | |
| Hey mister, why'd you take my ticket away | |
| Even more to the point, how come I let you | |
| I could blame it all on you, or make up my mind to stay | |
| I wish I knew a way I could forget you | |
| I didn't read the fine print, y'gotta be on the ball | |
| Some days I'm less confident, up against a wall | |
| I wonder where my mind went, I should have made the call | |
| I like to think I'm innocent, but then, don't we all | |
| I got to the next location, hoping for the best | |
| But another situation put me to the test | |
| A man in black pants, a white shirt, and a red vest | |
| Had fallen on the track and no one even got depressed | |
| Or even guessed he wasn't putting on an act | |
| Someone said he'd drunk too much | |
| 'Cause he was lying on his back | |
| It was also duly noted that he happened to be black | |
| There was a serious lack of anything right at all here | |
| What's the difference--I didn't stop | |
| The very least I could have done was call a cop | |
| But I passed the news vendor, pursuing my agenda | |
| And I like everyone else, I dropped the ball here | |
| Still trying to get home, I saw a telephone | |
| And put some coins I had found | |
| They were supposed to work, they did for the man beside me | |
| But when I dropped them in, they wouldn't go down | |
| What is going on here | |
| Will I ever know the truth | |
| How do to deal with the time stealing away your daddy's youth | |
| Story after story of disaster barely missed | |
| You see, common miracles somehow do exist | |
| And anyone can be kissed by lady fortune | |
| So I gathered up my skirt and tucked my wallet in | |
| Grabbed my bag and the sling I carried my girl child in | |
| Funny she didn't cry, she wasn't scared at all | |
| She could see a happy outcome in the patterns on the wall | |
| And y'know | |
| The next train was the right one, but not for the vested man | |
| I try, but there's too many things I'll never understand | |
| Y'gotta keep on going knowing someone's got a plan | |
| For Friday's tie-dye nightmare and Monday's promised land | |
| And there it is |
| zuò cí : King | |
| In Friday' s tiedye nightmare | |
| I was trying to get from here to there | |
| Walking to, passing through people everywhere | |
| I got on at my station, running through the fire | |
| Looking for an elevation that would get me a little higher | |
| News of people dying, someone lying on the stair | |
| Crying for the nation, can we offer up a prayer | |
| There' ll be a coronation, a fancy dress affair | |
| We' ll be lined up in formation, but we won' t be going anywhere | |
| Down the hellhole, trying to make my way | |
| I couldn' t get where I wanted, due to an unforeseen delay | |
| The man was apologetic as he turned his head to say | |
| Sorry, kid, you' re not gonna make it home today | |
| Hey mister, why' d you take my ticket away | |
| Even more to the point, how come I let you | |
| I could blame it all on you, or make up my mind to stay | |
| I wish I knew a way I could forget you | |
| I didn' t read the fine print, y' gotta be on the ball | |
| Some days I' m less confident, up against a wall | |
| I wonder where my mind went, I should have made the call | |
| I like to think I' m innocent, but then, don' t we all | |
| I got to the next location, hoping for the best | |
| But another situation put me to the test | |
| A man in black pants, a white shirt, and a red vest | |
| Had fallen on the track and no one even got depressed | |
| Or even guessed he wasn' t putting on an act | |
| Someone said he' d drunk too much | |
| ' Cause he was lying on his back | |
| It was also duly noted that he happened to be black | |
| There was a serious lack of anything right at all here | |
| What' s the differenceI didn' t stop | |
| The very least I could have done was call a cop | |
| But I passed the news vendor, pursuing my agenda | |
| And I like everyone else, I dropped the ball here | |
| Still trying to get home, I saw a telephone | |
| And put some coins I had found | |
| They were supposed to work, they did for the man beside me | |
| But when I dropped them in, they wouldn' t go down | |
| What is going on here | |
| Will I ever know the truth | |
| How do to deal with the time stealing away your daddy' s youth | |
| Story after story of disaster barely missed | |
| You see, common miracles somehow do exist | |
| And anyone can be kissed by lady fortune | |
| So I gathered up my skirt and tucked my wallet in | |
| Grabbed my bag and the sling I carried my girl child in | |
| Funny she didn' t cry, she wasn' t scared at all | |
| She could see a happy outcome in the patterns on the wall | |
| And y' know | |
| The next train was the right one, but not for the vested man | |
| I try, but there' s too many things I' ll never understand | |
| Y' gotta keep on going knowing someone' s got a plan | |
| For Friday' s tiedye nightmare and Monday' s promised land | |
| And there it is |