The man who sailed around his soul From East to West, from pole to pole With ego as his drunken Captain Greed, the mutineer, had trapped all reason in
A man lay dying in the street A thousand people fell down on their knees Any other day he would have been preaching Reaching all the people there, oh,
Hail to you, my mountain climber, busy at your task I know you're in a hurry but there's something I must ask Do you ever get lonely climbing up so high
I've really got to clean up my room You know it's been so long since I've seen my floor It's getting kind of scary in fact I suspect That when I finally
Raise your head, meagerest of fledglings And breathe in deep and cease to cry For life it beats within you to fix upon the sky And fix upon the sky and
I can feel your pity, I can feel your pain And they're never goin' to bother you again Well, I don't know how and I ain't sure why But I promise you I
Step in from the rain It's the nightingales on 2nd Avenue And I can't complain It's a busy night The regulars know me But all the same they decide I'
Never a day goes by when I can't see his face And I can hear a thundering voice that no one will replace But since he left you've been hiding out and
I just couldn't cry, no matter how hard I try I knew love we shared was dead Until she gave me a letter with some words she wrote down I swear this is
Music: chan kinchla (instrumental)
A thousand times a prophet A New York City prophet They lie there all forgotten I wonder who will hear them next Won't be me it won't be you The kind
Hot lights across his face They told him he was just a disgrace Stripped down like a frightened child A shadow stood before him He thought he saw a smile
As I was taught to lead I was fed well on what had come before Everyone who had ever lived Left a lesson regarding what's in store They were just like
Have you ever seen an atom? Little bits of everything floating by Take a good look at them Collectively they compose all you see including your eye Brilliant
Growing up I found the life that I knew Overshadowed by the anger in the clutch of abuse And shells and bullets fell and dropped to the floor I put
We were living proof of a dying dream The truth is no one saw us coming There's always one more song left to sing so we hit the ground running It was
译文: 该奥尔曼兄弟乐队. 上帝休息他的灵魂.
译文: 布鲁斯旅行者. 拯救他的灵魂.
