| Song | The Monitor |
| Artist | Bishop Allen |
| Album | The Broken String |
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| 作曲 : Rice, Rudder | |
| Once a great ironworks | |
| Stood at the end of my street | |
| And they hauled in The Monitor | |
| Fit her with armor | |
| For to save the union fleet | |
| The River James was on fire | |
| As The Merrimack thundered and raged | |
| And she seemed so colossal and so unstoppable | |
| Until the two engaged | |
| And inside the sound | |
| A deafening din, round after round, again and again | |
| Shattering down, shattering down, shattering down | |
| The neighborhood's quiet at night | |
| But sometimes my ears still ring | |
| And you think I'd understand | |
| That a rock-n-roll band | |
| Doesn't mean a blessed thing | |
| But I picture the poor crew stunned | |
| When the cannons did finally subside | |
| How they stand on the deck | |
| With the sun at their neck | |
| And they wonder if they're still alive | |
| And I try to shout | |
| But none of them hear | |
| They're moving their mouths | |
| But the blood in their ears | |
| Is running down, running down, running down | |
| And we're singing la da da da da da | |
| And we're singing la da da da da da | |
| And we're singing la da da da da da | |
| But what then? | |
| It's stunning to know I've survived | |
| But I'm not sure what I'm fighting for anymore | |
| And when I break another string | |
| And continue to sing | |
| Is that courage? I'm not sure. | |
| When the ironclads drifted apart | |
| Still blue and still gray | |
| The men shoveled in the coal | |
| And worked the pumps in the hull | |
| Just like every other day | |
| And none of them knew | |
| Oh, none of them cared | |
| How much it just changed right then and right there | |
| They just carried on, carried on, carried on | |
| And we're singing la da da da da da | |
| And we're singing la da da da da da | |
| And we're singing la da da da da da | |
| But what then? | |
| And we're singing la da da da da da | |
| And we're singing la da da da da da | |
| And we're singing la da da da da da | |
| But what then? |
| zuo qu : Rice, Rudder | |
| Once a great ironworks | |
| Stood at the end of my street | |
| And they hauled in The Monitor | |
| Fit her with armor | |
| For to save the union fleet | |
| The River James was on fire | |
| As The Merrimack thundered and raged | |
| And she seemed so colossal and so unstoppable | |
| Until the two engaged | |
| And inside the sound | |
| A deafening din, round after round, again and again | |
| Shattering down, shattering down, shattering down | |
| The neighborhood' s quiet at night | |
| But sometimes my ears still ring | |
| And you think I' d understand | |
| That a rocknroll band | |
| Doesn' t mean a blessed thing | |
| But I picture the poor crew stunned | |
| When the cannons did finally subside | |
| How they stand on the deck | |
| With the sun at their neck | |
| And they wonder if they' re still alive | |
| And I try to shout | |
| But none of them hear | |
| They' re moving their mouths | |
| But the blood in their ears | |
| Is running down, running down, running down | |
| And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
| And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
| And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
| But what then? | |
| It' s stunning to know I' ve survived | |
| But I' m not sure what I' m fighting for anymore | |
| And when I break another string | |
| And continue to sing | |
| Is that courage? I' m not sure. | |
| When the ironclads drifted apart | |
| Still blue and still gray | |
| The men shoveled in the coal | |
| And worked the pumps in the hull | |
| Just like every other day | |
| And none of them knew | |
| Oh, none of them cared | |
| How much it just changed right then and right there | |
| They just carried on, carried on, carried on | |
| And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
| And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
| And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
| But what then? | |
| And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
| And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
| And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
| But what then? |
| zuò qǔ : Rice, Rudder | |
| Once a great ironworks | |
| Stood at the end of my street | |
| And they hauled in The Monitor | |
| Fit her with armor | |
| For to save the union fleet | |
| The River James was on fire | |
| As The Merrimack thundered and raged | |
| And she seemed so colossal and so unstoppable | |
| Until the two engaged | |
| And inside the sound | |
| A deafening din, round after round, again and again | |
| Shattering down, shattering down, shattering down | |
| The neighborhood' s quiet at night | |
| But sometimes my ears still ring | |
| And you think I' d understand | |
| That a rocknroll band | |
| Doesn' t mean a blessed thing | |
| But I picture the poor crew stunned | |
| When the cannons did finally subside | |
| How they stand on the deck | |
| With the sun at their neck | |
| And they wonder if they' re still alive | |
| And I try to shout | |
| But none of them hear | |
| They' re moving their mouths | |
| But the blood in their ears | |
| Is running down, running down, running down | |
| And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
| And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
| And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
| But what then? | |
| It' s stunning to know I' ve survived | |
| But I' m not sure what I' m fighting for anymore | |
| And when I break another string | |
| And continue to sing | |
| Is that courage? I' m not sure. | |
| When the ironclads drifted apart | |
| Still blue and still gray | |
| The men shoveled in the coal | |
| And worked the pumps in the hull | |
| Just like every other day | |
| And none of them knew | |
| Oh, none of them cared | |
| How much it just changed right then and right there | |
| They just carried on, carried on, carried on | |
| And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
| And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
| And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
| But what then? | |
| And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
| And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
| And we' re singing la da da da da da | |
| But what then? |