Song | Changing of the Guards |
Artist | Patti Smith |
Album | Twelve |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Dylan |
[00:07.53] | Sixteen years, |
[00:11.16] | Sixteen banners united over the field |
[00:19.28] | Where the good shepherd grieves. |
[00:23.28] | Desperate men, desperate women divided, |
[00:31.39] | Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves. |
[00:39.22] | Fortune calls. |
[00:43.28] | I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace, |
[00:51.09] | Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down. |
[00:59.07] | She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born, |
[01:06.66] | On midsummer's eve, near the tower. |
[01:11.10] | The cold-blooded moon. |
[01:15.03] | The captain waits above the celebration |
[01:18.91] | Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid |
[01:26.97] | Whose ebony face is beyond communication. |
[01:35.09] | The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid. |
[01:51.28] | They shaved her head. |
[01:54.91] | She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo. |
[01:58.97] | A messenger arrived with a black nightingale. |
[02:06.85] | I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow, |
[02:14.91] | Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil. |
[02:22.98] | I stumbled to my feet. |
[02:26.63] | I rode past destruction in the ditches |
[02:31.50] | With the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo. |
[02:38.94] | Renegade priests and treacherous young witches |
[02:47.76] | Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you. |
[02:54.83] | The palace of mirrors |
[02:58.77] | Where dog soldiers are reflected, |
[03:03.02] | The endless road and the wailing of chimes, |
[03:10.71] | The empty rooms where her memory is protected, |
[03:19.46] | Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times. |
[03:26.71] | She wakes him up |
[03:30.45] | Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking |
[03:34.72] | Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks. |
[03:42.73] | She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking. |
[03:50.73] | He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks. |
[04:06.91] | Gentlemen, he said, |
[04:10.91] | I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes, |
[04:18.61] | I've moved your mountains and marked your cards |
[04:21.42] | But Eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination |
[04:28.92] | Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards. |
[04:39.02] | Peace will come |
[04:42.60] | With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire |
[04:48.80] | But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall |
[04:58.73] | And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating |
[05:06.30] | Between the King and the Queen of Swords. |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Dylan |
[00:07.53] | Sixteen years, |
[00:11.16] | Sixteen banners united over the field |
[00:19.28] | Where the good shepherd grieves. |
[00:23.28] | Desperate men, desperate women divided, |
[00:31.39] | Spreading their wings ' neath the falling leaves. |
[00:39.22] | Fortune calls. |
[00:43.28] | I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace, |
[00:51.09] | Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down. |
[00:59.07] | She' s smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born, |
[01:06.66] | On midsummer' s eve, near the tower. |
[01:11.10] | The coldblooded moon. |
[01:15.03] | The captain waits above the celebration |
[01:18.91] | Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid |
[01:26.97] | Whose ebony face is beyond communication. |
[01:35.09] | The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid. |
[01:51.28] | They shaved her head. |
[01:54.91] | She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo. |
[01:58.97] | A messenger arrived with a black nightingale. |
[02:06.85] | I seen her on the stairs and I couldn' t help but follow, |
[02:14.91] | Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil. |
[02:22.98] | I stumbled to my feet. |
[02:26.63] | I rode past destruction in the ditches |
[02:31.50] | With the stitches still mending ' neath a heartshaped tattoo. |
[02:38.94] | Renegade priests and treacherous young witches |
[02:47.76] | Were handing out the flowers that I' d given to you. |
[02:54.83] | The palace of mirrors |
[02:58.77] | Where dog soldiers are reflected, |
[03:03.02] | The endless road and the wailing of chimes, |
[03:10.71] | The empty rooms where her memory is protected, |
[03:19.46] | Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times. |
[03:26.71] | She wakes him up |
[03:30.45] | Fortyeight hours later, the sun is breaking |
[03:34.72] | Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks. |
[03:42.73] | She' s begging to know what measures he now will be taking. |
[03:50.73] | He' s pulling her down and she' s clutching on to his long golden locks. |
[04:06.91] | Gentlemen, he said, |
[04:10.91] | I don' t need your organization, I' ve shined your shoes, |
[04:18.61] | I' ve moved your mountains and marked your cards |
[04:21.42] | But Eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination |
[04:28.92] | Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards. |
[04:39.02] | Peace will come |
[04:42.60] | With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire |
[04:48.80] | But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall |
[04:58.73] | And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating |
[05:06.30] | Between the King and the Queen of Swords. |