| Song | Terrapin Station |
| Artist | Grateful Dead |
| Album | Truckin' Up to Buffalo: July 4, 1989 [live] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Garcia, Hunter | |
| Terrapin station - lady with a fan | |
| Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme, suggesting rhythm, | |
| That will not forsake you, till my tale is told and done. | |
| While the firelight's aglow, strange shadows from the flames will grow, | |
| Till things we've never seen will seem familiar. | |
| Shadows of a sailor, forming winds both foul and fair all swarm. | |
| Down in carlisle, he loved a lady many years ago. | |
| Here beside him stands a man, a soldier from the looks of him, | |
| Who came through many fights, but lost at love. | |
| While the story teller speaks, a door within the fire creaks; | |
| Suddenly flies open, and a girl is standing there. | |
| Eyes alight, with glowing hair, all that fancy paints as fair, | |
| She takes her fan and throws it, in the lion's den. | |
| Which of you to gain me, tell, will risk uncertain pains of hell? | |
| I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance. | |
| The sailor gave at least a try, the soldier being much too wise, | |
| Strategy was his strength, and not disaster. | |
| The sailor, coming out again, the lady fairly leapt at him. | |
| That's how it stands today. you decide if he was wise. | |
| The story teller makes no choice. soon you will not hear his voice. | |
| His job is to shed light, and not to master. | |
| Since the end is never told, we pay the teller off in gold, | |
| In hopes he will return, but he cannot be bought or sold. | |
| Terrapin station | |
| Inspiration, move me brightly. light the song with sense and color; | |
| Hold away despair, more than this i will not ask. | |
| Faced with mysteries dark and vast, statements just seem vain at last. | |
| Some rise, some fall, some climb, to get to terrapin. | |
| Counting stars by candlelight, all are dim but one is bright; | |
| The spiral light of venus, rising first and shining best, | |
| On, from the northwest corner, of a brand new crescent moon, | |
| While crickets and cicadas sing, a rare and different tune, | |
| Terrapin station. | |
| In the shadow of the moon, terrapin station. | |
| And i know we'll get there soon, terrapin station. | |
| I can't figure out, terrapin, if it's the end or beginning, terrapin, | |
| But the train's put it's brakes on, terrapin, | |
| And the whistle is screaming, terrapin. | |
| Terrapin station - at the siding | |
| While you were gone, these faces filled with darkness. | |
| The obvious was hidden. with nothing to believe in, | |
| Sullen wings of fortune beat like rain. | |
| You're back in terrapin for good or ill again, for good or ill again. |
| zuo ci : Garcia, Hunter | |
| Terrapin station lady with a fan | |
| Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme, suggesting rhythm, | |
| That will not forsake you, till my tale is told and done. | |
| While the firelight' s aglow, strange shadows from the flames will grow, | |
| Till things we' ve never seen will seem familiar. | |
| Shadows of a sailor, forming winds both foul and fair all swarm. | |
| Down in carlisle, he loved a lady many years ago. | |
| Here beside him stands a man, a soldier from the looks of him, | |
| Who came through many fights, but lost at love. | |
| While the story teller speaks, a door within the fire creaks | |
| Suddenly flies open, and a girl is standing there. | |
| Eyes alight, with glowing hair, all that fancy paints as fair, | |
| She takes her fan and throws it, in the lion' s den. | |
| Which of you to gain me, tell, will risk uncertain pains of hell? | |
| I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance. | |
| The sailor gave at least a try, the soldier being much too wise, | |
| Strategy was his strength, and not disaster. | |
| The sailor, coming out again, the lady fairly leapt at him. | |
| That' s how it stands today. you decide if he was wise. | |
| The story teller makes no choice. soon you will not hear his voice. | |
| His job is to shed light, and not to master. | |
| Since the end is never told, we pay the teller off in gold, | |
| In hopes he will return, but he cannot be bought or sold. | |
| Terrapin station | |
| Inspiration, move me brightly. light the song with sense and color | |
| Hold away despair, more than this i will not ask. | |
| Faced with mysteries dark and vast, statements just seem vain at last. | |
| Some rise, some fall, some climb, to get to terrapin. | |
| Counting stars by candlelight, all are dim but one is bright | |
| The spiral light of venus, rising first and shining best, | |
| On, from the northwest corner, of a brand new crescent moon, | |
| While crickets and cicadas sing, a rare and different tune, | |
| Terrapin station. | |
| In the shadow of the moon, terrapin station. | |
| And i know we' ll get there soon, terrapin station. | |
| I can' t figure out, terrapin, if it' s the end or beginning, terrapin, | |
| But the train' s put it' s brakes on, terrapin, | |
| And the whistle is screaming, terrapin. | |
| Terrapin station at the siding | |
| While you were gone, these faces filled with darkness. | |
| The obvious was hidden. with nothing to believe in, | |
| Sullen wings of fortune beat like rain. | |
| You' re back in terrapin for good or ill again, for good or ill again. |
| zuò cí : Garcia, Hunter | |
| Terrapin station lady with a fan | |
| Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme, suggesting rhythm, | |
| That will not forsake you, till my tale is told and done. | |
| While the firelight' s aglow, strange shadows from the flames will grow, | |
| Till things we' ve never seen will seem familiar. | |
| Shadows of a sailor, forming winds both foul and fair all swarm. | |
| Down in carlisle, he loved a lady many years ago. | |
| Here beside him stands a man, a soldier from the looks of him, | |
| Who came through many fights, but lost at love. | |
| While the story teller speaks, a door within the fire creaks | |
| Suddenly flies open, and a girl is standing there. | |
| Eyes alight, with glowing hair, all that fancy paints as fair, | |
| She takes her fan and throws it, in the lion' s den. | |
| Which of you to gain me, tell, will risk uncertain pains of hell? | |
| I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance. | |
| The sailor gave at least a try, the soldier being much too wise, | |
| Strategy was his strength, and not disaster. | |
| The sailor, coming out again, the lady fairly leapt at him. | |
| That' s how it stands today. you decide if he was wise. | |
| The story teller makes no choice. soon you will not hear his voice. | |
| His job is to shed light, and not to master. | |
| Since the end is never told, we pay the teller off in gold, | |
| In hopes he will return, but he cannot be bought or sold. | |
| Terrapin station | |
| Inspiration, move me brightly. light the song with sense and color | |
| Hold away despair, more than this i will not ask. | |
| Faced with mysteries dark and vast, statements just seem vain at last. | |
| Some rise, some fall, some climb, to get to terrapin. | |
| Counting stars by candlelight, all are dim but one is bright | |
| The spiral light of venus, rising first and shining best, | |
| On, from the northwest corner, of a brand new crescent moon, | |
| While crickets and cicadas sing, a rare and different tune, | |
| Terrapin station. | |
| In the shadow of the moon, terrapin station. | |
| And i know we' ll get there soon, terrapin station. | |
| I can' t figure out, terrapin, if it' s the end or beginning, terrapin, | |
| But the train' s put it' s brakes on, terrapin, | |
| And the whistle is screaming, terrapin. | |
| Terrapin station at the siding | |
| While you were gone, these faces filled with darkness. | |
| The obvious was hidden. with nothing to believe in, | |
| Sullen wings of fortune beat like rain. | |
| You' re back in terrapin for good or ill again, for good or ill again. |