| Song | No Sleep Blues |
| Artist | The Incredible String Band |
| Album | The 5000 Spirits Or The Layers Of The Onion |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Williamson | |
| Cracks rack the windows, | |
| Howls hold the floor; | |
| Rains rot the rafters, | |
| And do you just have to snore? | |
| It's a most inclement climate, | |
| for the season of the night, | |
| Is that mouse playing football, oh | |
| I thought they didn't like the light? | |
| And the dawn comes sneaking up | |
| When it thinks I'm not looking; | |
| I am starting to grieve, man, | |
| I used to know but now I believe, man. | |
| They tell me sleep is a gas, | |
| and if I want to lay down, | |
| But I'm sorry I woke you, | |
| I mean I've got the no sleep blues. | |
| There's mayhem in this mansion, | |
| Since the cows were coming home, | |
| With delirium no sleepum, | |
| In a cloud of nylon foam. | |
| But release scours the outhouse, | |
| And a hard rain sears the sky, | |
| But if you let the pigs decide it, | |
| They will put you in the sty. | |
| And the dawn comes sneaking up | |
| When it thinks I'm not looking; | |
| I am starting to grieve, man, | |
| I used to know but now I believe, man. | |
| They tell me sleep is a gas, | |
| and if I want to lay down, | |
| But I'm sorry I woke you, | |
| I mean I've got the no sleep blues. | |
| I think I'll get a picture, | |
| And I think I'll put it on a nail. | |
| I think I'll get another one, | |
| And put it in a pail. | |
| But the pail got so rusty | |
| I called it red, red, red for fun, | |
| And I laughed like a leaver | |
| till you ought to seen it run. | |
| And the dawn comes sneaking up | |
| When it thinks I'm not looking; | |
| I am starting to grieve, man, | |
| I used to know but now I believe, man. | |
| They tell me sleep is a gas, | |
| and if I want to lay down, | |
| But I'm sorry I woke you. | |
| I mean I've got the no sleep blues. | |
| The size of the future declared itself no part, | |
| Aloof like a Sultan in the autumn of your heart, | |
| But the heart got so hearty, | |
| that it pulled for the shore, | |
| And the sailors fired a big salute, | |
| and it made my ears quite sore. | |
| And the dawn was sneaking up | |
| When it thinks I'm not looking; | |
| I am starting to grieve, man, | |
| I used to know but now I believe, man | |
| They tell me sleep is a gas, | |
| and I want to lay down, | |
| But I'm sorry I woke you, | |
| I mean I've got the no sleep blues. | |
| I mixed stones and water | |
| just to see what it would do. | |
| And the water it got stoney, | |
| and the stones got watery too. | |
| So I mixed my feet with water | |
| just to see what could be seen, | |
| And the water it got dirty, | |
| and the feet they got quite clean. | |
| And the dawn comes sneaking up | |
| When it thinks I'm not looking; | |
| I am starting to grieve, man, | |
| I used to know but now I believe, man. | |
| They tell me sleep is a gas, | |
| and if I want to lay down, | |
| But I'm sorry I woke you, | |
| I mean I've got the no sleep blues |
| zuo ci : Williamson | |
| Cracks rack the windows, | |
| Howls hold the floor | |
| Rains rot the rafters, | |
| And do you just have to snore? | |
| It' s a most inclement climate, | |
| for the season of the night, | |
| Is that mouse playing football, oh | |
| I thought they didn' t like the light? | |
| And the dawn comes sneaking up | |
| When it thinks I' m not looking | |
| I am starting to grieve, man, | |
| I used to know but now I believe, man. | |
| They tell me sleep is a gas, | |
| and if I want to lay down, | |
| But I' m sorry I woke you, | |
| I mean I' ve got the no sleep blues. | |
| There' s mayhem in this mansion, | |
| Since the cows were coming home, | |
| With delirium no sleepum, | |
| In a cloud of nylon foam. | |
| But release scours the outhouse, | |
| And a hard rain sears the sky, | |
| But if you let the pigs decide it, | |
| They will put you in the sty. | |
| And the dawn comes sneaking up | |
| When it thinks I' m not looking | |
| I am starting to grieve, man, | |
| I used to know but now I believe, man. | |
| They tell me sleep is a gas, | |
| and if I want to lay down, | |
| But I' m sorry I woke you, | |
| I mean I' ve got the no sleep blues. | |
| I think I' ll get a picture, | |
| And I think I' ll put it on a nail. | |
| I think I' ll get another one, | |
| And put it in a pail. | |
| But the pail got so rusty | |
| I called it red, red, red for fun, | |
| And I laughed like a leaver | |
| till you ought to seen it run. | |
| And the dawn comes sneaking up | |
| When it thinks I' m not looking | |
| I am starting to grieve, man, | |
| I used to know but now I believe, man. | |
| They tell me sleep is a gas, | |
| and if I want to lay down, | |
| But I' m sorry I woke you. | |
| I mean I' ve got the no sleep blues. | |
| The size of the future declared itself no part, | |
| Aloof like a Sultan in the autumn of your heart, | |
| But the heart got so hearty, | |
| that it pulled for the shore, | |
| And the sailors fired a big salute, | |
| and it made my ears quite sore. | |
| And the dawn was sneaking up | |
| When it thinks I' m not looking | |
| I am starting to grieve, man, | |
| I used to know but now I believe, man | |
| They tell me sleep is a gas, | |
| and I want to lay down, | |
| But I' m sorry I woke you, | |
| I mean I' ve got the no sleep blues. | |
| I mixed stones and water | |
| just to see what it would do. | |
| And the water it got stoney, | |
| and the stones got watery too. | |
| So I mixed my feet with water | |
| just to see what could be seen, | |
| And the water it got dirty, | |
| and the feet they got quite clean. | |
| And the dawn comes sneaking up | |
| When it thinks I' m not looking | |
| I am starting to grieve, man, | |
| I used to know but now I believe, man. | |
| They tell me sleep is a gas, | |
| and if I want to lay down, | |
| But I' m sorry I woke you, | |
| I mean I' ve got the no sleep blues |
| zuò cí : Williamson | |
| Cracks rack the windows, | |
| Howls hold the floor | |
| Rains rot the rafters, | |
| And do you just have to snore? | |
| It' s a most inclement climate, | |
| for the season of the night, | |
| Is that mouse playing football, oh | |
| I thought they didn' t like the light? | |
| And the dawn comes sneaking up | |
| When it thinks I' m not looking | |
| I am starting to grieve, man, | |
| I used to know but now I believe, man. | |
| They tell me sleep is a gas, | |
| and if I want to lay down, | |
| But I' m sorry I woke you, | |
| I mean I' ve got the no sleep blues. | |
| There' s mayhem in this mansion, | |
| Since the cows were coming home, | |
| With delirium no sleepum, | |
| In a cloud of nylon foam. | |
| But release scours the outhouse, | |
| And a hard rain sears the sky, | |
| But if you let the pigs decide it, | |
| They will put you in the sty. | |
| And the dawn comes sneaking up | |
| When it thinks I' m not looking | |
| I am starting to grieve, man, | |
| I used to know but now I believe, man. | |
| They tell me sleep is a gas, | |
| and if I want to lay down, | |
| But I' m sorry I woke you, | |
| I mean I' ve got the no sleep blues. | |
| I think I' ll get a picture, | |
| And I think I' ll put it on a nail. | |
| I think I' ll get another one, | |
| And put it in a pail. | |
| But the pail got so rusty | |
| I called it red, red, red for fun, | |
| And I laughed like a leaver | |
| till you ought to seen it run. | |
| And the dawn comes sneaking up | |
| When it thinks I' m not looking | |
| I am starting to grieve, man, | |
| I used to know but now I believe, man. | |
| They tell me sleep is a gas, | |
| and if I want to lay down, | |
| But I' m sorry I woke you. | |
| I mean I' ve got the no sleep blues. | |
| The size of the future declared itself no part, | |
| Aloof like a Sultan in the autumn of your heart, | |
| But the heart got so hearty, | |
| that it pulled for the shore, | |
| And the sailors fired a big salute, | |
| and it made my ears quite sore. | |
| And the dawn was sneaking up | |
| When it thinks I' m not looking | |
| I am starting to grieve, man, | |
| I used to know but now I believe, man | |
| They tell me sleep is a gas, | |
| and I want to lay down, | |
| But I' m sorry I woke you, | |
| I mean I' ve got the no sleep blues. | |
| I mixed stones and water | |
| just to see what it would do. | |
| And the water it got stoney, | |
| and the stones got watery too. | |
| So I mixed my feet with water | |
| just to see what could be seen, | |
| And the water it got dirty, | |
| and the feet they got quite clean. | |
| And the dawn comes sneaking up | |
| When it thinks I' m not looking | |
| I am starting to grieve, man, | |
| I used to know but now I believe, man. | |
| They tell me sleep is a gas, | |
| and if I want to lay down, | |
| But I' m sorry I woke you, | |
| I mean I' ve got the no sleep blues |