作曲 : Pete Townshend | |
作词 : Townshend | |
I've known no war | |
And if I ever do I won't know for sure | |
Who'll be fighting whom | |
For the soldiers lonely tomb | |
Now opens as soon as the referee's gun starts to roar | |
I'll know no war | |
Galbraith took his pen | |
To break down the men | |
Of the German army defeated | |
On the nineteenth day | |
Of a spring day in May | |
Albert Speer was deleted | |
And as soon as the battle was over | |
I was born in victorious clover | |
And I've never been shot at or gassed | |
Never tortured or stabbed | |
And I'm sure - I'll never know war | |
I know I'll never know war | |
And if I ever do | |
The glimpse will be short | |
Fireball in the sky | |
No front line battle cries | |
Can be heard and the button is pushed | |
By a soul that's been bought | |
I'll know no war | |
In and out of reach loft | |
The medals are lost | |
They belong to a lone broken sailor | |
His provinces now | |
Are the bars of the town | |
His songs and his poems of failure | |
For his grandchildren can't see the glory | |
And his own kids are bored with the story | |
But for him they'd have burned behind netting | |
From the brink they were grabbed | |
And I'm sure | |
I'll never know war | |
I've known no war | |
And if I ever do I won't know for sure | |
Who'll be fighting whom | |
For the soldiers lonely tomb | |
Now opens as soon as the referee's gun starts to roar | |
I'll know no war | |
War - I've known no war | |
I'll never know war | |
And if I ever know it | |
The glimpse will be short | |
Fireball in the sky | |
No front line battle cries | |
Can be heard as the button is pushed by a soul that's been bought | |
And the armies remaining will judge without people or courts | |
And there's no point pretending that knowing will help us abort | |
I'll know no war |
zuo qu : Pete Townshend | |
zuo ci : Townshend | |
I' ve known no war | |
And if I ever do I won' t know for sure | |
Who' ll be fighting whom | |
For the soldiers lonely tomb | |
Now opens as soon as the referee' s gun starts to roar | |
I' ll know no war | |
Galbraith took his pen | |
To break down the men | |
Of the German army defeated | |
On the nineteenth day | |
Of a spring day in May | |
Albert Speer was deleted | |
And as soon as the battle was over | |
I was born in victorious clover | |
And I' ve never been shot at or gassed | |
Never tortured or stabbed | |
And I' m sure I' ll never know war | |
I know I' ll never know war | |
And if I ever do | |
The glimpse will be short | |
Fireball in the sky | |
No front line battle cries | |
Can be heard and the button is pushed | |
By a soul that' s been bought | |
I' ll know no war | |
In and out of reach loft | |
The medals are lost | |
They belong to a lone broken sailor | |
His provinces now | |
Are the bars of the town | |
His songs and his poems of failure | |
For his grandchildren can' t see the glory | |
And his own kids are bored with the story | |
But for him they' d have burned behind netting | |
From the brink they were grabbed | |
And I' m sure | |
I' ll never know war | |
I' ve known no war | |
And if I ever do I won' t know for sure | |
Who' ll be fighting whom | |
For the soldiers lonely tomb | |
Now opens as soon as the referee' s gun starts to roar | |
I' ll know no war | |
War I' ve known no war | |
I' ll never know war | |
And if I ever know it | |
The glimpse will be short | |
Fireball in the sky | |
No front line battle cries | |
Can be heard as the button is pushed by a soul that' s been bought | |
And the armies remaining will judge without people or courts | |
And there' s no point pretending that knowing will help us abort | |
I' ll know no war |
zuò qǔ : Pete Townshend | |
zuò cí : Townshend | |
I' ve known no war | |
And if I ever do I won' t know for sure | |
Who' ll be fighting whom | |
For the soldiers lonely tomb | |
Now opens as soon as the referee' s gun starts to roar | |
I' ll know no war | |
Galbraith took his pen | |
To break down the men | |
Of the German army defeated | |
On the nineteenth day | |
Of a spring day in May | |
Albert Speer was deleted | |
And as soon as the battle was over | |
I was born in victorious clover | |
And I' ve never been shot at or gassed | |
Never tortured or stabbed | |
And I' m sure I' ll never know war | |
I know I' ll never know war | |
And if I ever do | |
The glimpse will be short | |
Fireball in the sky | |
No front line battle cries | |
Can be heard and the button is pushed | |
By a soul that' s been bought | |
I' ll know no war | |
In and out of reach loft | |
The medals are lost | |
They belong to a lone broken sailor | |
His provinces now | |
Are the bars of the town | |
His songs and his poems of failure | |
For his grandchildren can' t see the glory | |
And his own kids are bored with the story | |
But for him they' d have burned behind netting | |
From the brink they were grabbed | |
And I' m sure | |
I' ll never know war | |
I' ve known no war | |
And if I ever do I won' t know for sure | |
Who' ll be fighting whom | |
For the soldiers lonely tomb | |
Now opens as soon as the referee' s gun starts to roar | |
I' ll know no war | |
War I' ve known no war | |
I' ll never know war | |
And if I ever know it | |
The glimpse will be short | |
Fireball in the sky | |
No front line battle cries | |
Can be heard as the button is pushed by a soul that' s been bought | |
And the armies remaining will judge without people or courts | |
And there' s no point pretending that knowing will help us abort | |
I' ll know no war |