The Cool, Cool River Lyrics

Song	The Cool, Cool River
Artist	Paul Simon
Album	The Paul Simon Collection: On My Way, Don't Know Where I'm Going
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	作词 : Simon
	Moves like a fist through the traffic
	Anger and no one can heal it
	Shoves a little bump into the momentum
	Its just a little lump
	But you feel it
	In the creases and the shadows
	With a rattling deep emotion
	The cool, cool river
	Sweeps the wild, white ocean
	Yes boss. the government handshake
	Yes boss. the crusher of language
	Yes boss. mr. stillwater,
	The face at the edge of the banquet
	The cool, the cool river
	The cool, the cool river
	I believe in the future
	I may live in my car
	My radio tuned to
	The voice of a star
	Song dogs barking at the break of dawn
	Lightning pushes the edge of a thunderstorm
	And these old hopes and fears
	Still at my side
	Anger and no one can heal it
	Slides through the metal detector
	Lives like a mole in a motel
	A slide in a slide projector
	The cool, cool river
	Sweeps the wild, white ocean
	The rage of love turns inward
	To prayers of devotion
	And these prayers are
	The constant road across the wilderness
	These prayers are
	These prayers are the memory of god
	The memory of god
	And I believe in the future
	We shall suffer no more
	Maybe not in my lifetime
	But in yours I feel sure
	Song dogs barking at the break of dawn
	Lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm
	And these streets
	Quiet as a sleeping army
	Send their battered dreams to heaven, to heaven
	For the mothers restless son
	Who is a witness to, who is a warrior
	Who denies his urge to break and run
	Who says: hard times?
	Im used to them
	The speeding planet burns
	Im used to that
	My lifes so common it disappears
	And sometimes even music
	Cannot substitute for tears

	zuo ci : Simon
	Moves like a fist through the traffic
	Anger and no one can heal it
	Shoves a little bump into the momentum
	Its just a little lump
	But you feel it
	In the creases and the shadows
	With a rattling deep emotion
	The cool, cool river
	Sweeps the wild, white ocean
	Yes boss. the government handshake
	Yes boss. the crusher of language
	Yes boss. mr. stillwater,
	The face at the edge of the banquet
	The cool, the cool river
	The cool, the cool river
	I believe in the future
	I may live in my car
	My radio tuned to
	The voice of a star
	Song dogs barking at the break of dawn
	Lightning pushes the edge of a thunderstorm
	And these old hopes and fears
	Still at my side
	Anger and no one can heal it
	Slides through the metal detector
	Lives like a mole in a motel
	A slide in a slide projector
	The cool, cool river
	Sweeps the wild, white ocean
	The rage of love turns inward
	To prayers of devotion
	And these prayers are
	The constant road across the wilderness
	These prayers are
	These prayers are the memory of god
	The memory of god
	And I believe in the future
	We shall suffer no more
	Maybe not in my lifetime
	But in yours I feel sure
	Song dogs barking at the break of dawn
	Lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm
	And these streets
	Quiet as a sleeping army
	Send their battered dreams to heaven, to heaven
	For the mothers restless son
	Who is a witness to, who is a warrior
	Who denies his urge to break and run
	Who says: hard times?
	Im used to them
	The speeding planet burns
	Im used to that
	My lifes so common it disappears
	And sometimes even music
	Cannot substitute for tears

	zuò cí : Simon
	Moves like a fist through the traffic
	Anger and no one can heal it
	Shoves a little bump into the momentum
	Its just a little lump
	But you feel it
	In the creases and the shadows
	With a rattling deep emotion
	The cool, cool river
	Sweeps the wild, white ocean
	Yes boss. the government handshake
	Yes boss. the crusher of language
	Yes boss. mr. stillwater,
	The face at the edge of the banquet
	The cool, the cool river
	The cool, the cool river
	I believe in the future
	I may live in my car
	My radio tuned to
	The voice of a star
	Song dogs barking at the break of dawn
	Lightning pushes the edge of a thunderstorm
	And these old hopes and fears
	Still at my side
	Anger and no one can heal it
	Slides through the metal detector
	Lives like a mole in a motel
	A slide in a slide projector
	The cool, cool river
	Sweeps the wild, white ocean
	The rage of love turns inward
	To prayers of devotion
	And these prayers are
	The constant road across the wilderness
	These prayers are
	These prayers are the memory of god
	The memory of god
	And I believe in the future
	We shall suffer no more
	Maybe not in my lifetime
	But in yours I feel sure
	Song dogs barking at the break of dawn
	Lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm
	And these streets
	Quiet as a sleeping army
	Send their battered dreams to heaven, to heaven
	For the mothers restless son
	Who is a witness to, who is a warrior
	Who denies his urge to break and run
	Who says: hard times?
	Im used to them
	The speeding planet burns
	Im used to that
	My lifes so common it disappears
	And sometimes even music
	Cannot substitute for tears

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