Song | Sunken Waltz |
Artist | Calexico |
Album | Feast of Wire |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Burns, Convertino | |
Washed my face in the rivers of empire, | |
made my bed from a cardboard crate, | |
down in the City of Quartz. | |
No news, no new regrets. | |
Tossed a Susan B. over my shoulder, | |
and prayed it would rain and rain, | |
submerge the whole western states. | |
Call it a last fair deal | |
with American zeal | |
and corporate handshake. | |
Take the story of Carpenter Mike, | |
who dropped his tools and his keys and left | |
and headed out as far as he could, | |
past the cities and gated neighborhoods. | |
And he slept neath the stars, | |
wrote down what he dreamt, | |
and he built a machine | |
for no one to see. | |
Then took flight, at first light | |
of new morning. |
zuo ci : Burns, Convertino | |
Washed my face in the rivers of empire, | |
made my bed from a cardboard crate, | |
down in the City of Quartz. | |
No news, no new regrets. | |
Tossed a Susan B. over my shoulder, | |
and prayed it would rain and rain, | |
submerge the whole western states. | |
Call it a last fair deal | |
with American zeal | |
and corporate handshake. | |
Take the story of Carpenter Mike, | |
who dropped his tools and his keys and left | |
and headed out as far as he could, | |
past the cities and gated neighborhoods. | |
And he slept neath the stars, | |
wrote down what he dreamt, | |
and he built a machine | |
for no one to see. | |
Then took flight, at first light | |
of new morning. |
zuò cí : Burns, Convertino | |
Washed my face in the rivers of empire, | |
made my bed from a cardboard crate, | |
down in the City of Quartz. | |
No news, no new regrets. | |
Tossed a Susan B. over my shoulder, | |
and prayed it would rain and rain, | |
submerge the whole western states. | |
Call it a last fair deal | |
with American zeal | |
and corporate handshake. | |
Take the story of Carpenter Mike, | |
who dropped his tools and his keys and left | |
and headed out as far as he could, | |
past the cities and gated neighborhoods. | |
And he slept neath the stars, | |
wrote down what he dreamt, | |
and he built a machine | |
for no one to see. | |
Then took flight, at first light | |
of new morning. |