Call Of The West Lyrics

Song	Call Of The West
Artist	Wall of Voodoo
Album	Call Of The West
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	作曲 : Marc Moreland/Stan Ridgway
	He got the high sign so he jumped a bus
	Along the roads that wind on through
	The hot Mojave and the
	JerichoHe'd start his whole life anew
	And what he left behind he hadn't valued
	Half as much as some things
	He never knew
	Right around sundown...
	He got dropped off on a street in town
	Where a grey old man looked him up and down and said"Son, this ain't no western movie matineeYou're a long way off from yippie-yi-yay'Cause I can tell at a glance you're not from 'round these partsYou've got a green look about'cha––that's a gringo for startsSometimes the only thing a western savage understandsAre whiskey and rifles and an unarmed manLike you""So you gotta keep on the move!Don't let that fancy paint job fool you!"
	Then the old timer pulled him close and said
	You've got a long way,
	I knowYou've got a longer drive ahead
	Through the bones of the buffalo
	Through the claims of the western dead, and––
	Just like the spokes of a wheel
	You'll spin 'round with the rest
	You'll hear the drums and the brush of steel
	You'll hear the call of the west, call of the west
	You'll hear the call of the west, call of the westspoken
	Harshly awakened by the sound of six rounds of light-caliber rifle fire
	Followed minutes later by the booming of nine rounds from a heavier rifle
	But you can't close off the wilderness
	He heard the snick of a rifle bolt
	And found himself peering down the muzzle
	Of a weapon held by a drunken liquor store owner"There's a conflict," he said, "there's a conflictBetween land and peopleThe people have to goThey've come all the way out here to make mining claimsTo do automobile body workTo gambleTake picturesTo not have to do laundryTo own a mini-bikeHave their own CB radios and air conditioningGood plumbing for sureAnd to sell Time/Life books and to work in a deliTo have a little chili every morningAnd maybe... maybe to own their own gas stations againAnd take drugsHave some crazy sexBut above all, above all, to have a fair shakeTo get a piece of the rock and a slice of the pieAnd spit out of the window of your car and not have the wind blow it back in your face"
	Now, from the high timberline to the deserts dry
	Who'll risk dangling on some hangman's tree
	To stake their claims on these prarie plains
	While they say this lunch is not had for free?
	Just like the spokes of a wheel
	Who'll spin 'round with the rest
	They'll hear the drums and the brush of steel
	And I'll hear the call of the west, call of the west(Yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh)
	I'll hear the call of the west, call of the west(Yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh)
	I'll hear the call of the west, call of the west(Yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh)
	I'll hear the call of the west, call of the west(Yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh)spoken/shouted:
	I used to be somebody!
	I used to be somebody, do you hear me?
	Do you hear me?
	I've been there!
	I used to be somebody, god damn you!
	I've been there before!
	Don't walk away!
	Well, you––you wanted unleaded?
	Unleaded––that's next pump over, so keep on movin', okay?
	No, it's out of order.

	zuo qu : Marc Moreland Stan Ridgway
	He got the high sign so he jumped a bus
	Along the roads that wind on through
	The hot Mojave and the
	JerichoHe' d start his whole life anew
	And what he left behind he hadn' t valued
	Half as much as some things
	He never knew
	Right around sundown...
	He got dropped off on a street in town
	Where a grey old man looked him up and down and said" Son, this ain' t no western movie matineeYou' re a long way off from yippieyiyay' Cause I can tell at a glance you' re not from ' round these partsYou' ve got a green look about' cha that' s a gringo for startsSometimes the only thing a western savage understandsAre whiskey and rifles and an unarmed manLike you"" So you gotta keep on the move! Don' t let that fancy paint job fool you!"
	Then the old timer pulled him close and said
	You' ve got a long way,
	I knowYou' ve got a longer drive ahead
	Through the bones of the buffalo
	Through the claims of the western dead, and
	Just like the spokes of a wheel
	You' ll spin ' round with the rest
	You' ll hear the drums and the brush of steel
	You' ll hear the call of the west, call of the west
	You' ll hear the call of the west, call of the westspoken
	Harshly awakened by the sound of six rounds of lightcaliber rifle fire
	Followed minutes later by the booming of nine rounds from a heavier rifle
	But you can' t close off the wilderness
	He heard the snick of a rifle bolt
	And found himself peering down the muzzle
	Of a weapon held by a drunken liquor store owner" There' s a conflict," he said, " there' s a conflictBetween land and peopleThe people have to goThey' ve come all the way out here to make mining claimsTo do automobile body workTo gambleTake picturesTo not have to do laundryTo own a minibikeHave their own CB radios and air conditioningGood plumbing for sureAnd to sell Time Life books and to work in a deliTo have a little chili every morningAnd maybe... maybe to own their own gas stations againAnd take drugsHave some crazy sexBut above all, above all, to have a fair shakeTo get a piece of the rock and a slice of the pieAnd spit out of the window of your car and not have the wind blow it back in your face"
	Now, from the high timberline to the deserts dry
	Who' ll risk dangling on some hangman' s tree
	To stake their claims on these prarie plains
	While they say this lunch is not had for free?
	Just like the spokes of a wheel
	Who' ll spin ' round with the rest
	They' ll hear the drums and the brush of steel
	And I' ll hear the call of the west, call of the west Yippieyiyo, yippieyiyokiyay, yippieyiyoohhohh
	I' ll hear the call of the west, call of the west Yippieyiyo, yippieyiyokiyay, yippieyiyoohhohh
	I' ll hear the call of the west, call of the west Yippieyiyo, yippieyiyokiyay, yippieyiyoohhohh
	I' ll hear the call of the west, call of the west Yippieyiyo, yippieyiyokiyay, yippieyiyoohhohh spoken shouted:
	I used to be somebody!
	I used to be somebody, do you hear me?
	Do you hear me?
	I' ve been there!
	I used to be somebody, god damn you!
	I' ve been there before!
	Don' t walk away!
	Well, you you wanted unleaded?
	Unleaded that' s next pump over, so keep on movin', okay?
	No, it' s out of order.

	zuò qǔ : Marc Moreland Stan Ridgway
	He got the high sign so he jumped a bus
	Along the roads that wind on through
	The hot Mojave and the
	JerichoHe' d start his whole life anew
	And what he left behind he hadn' t valued
	Half as much as some things
	He never knew
	Right around sundown...
	He got dropped off on a street in town
	Where a grey old man looked him up and down and said" Son, this ain' t no western movie matineeYou' re a long way off from yippieyiyay' Cause I can tell at a glance you' re not from ' round these partsYou' ve got a green look about' cha that' s a gringo for startsSometimes the only thing a western savage understandsAre whiskey and rifles and an unarmed manLike you"" So you gotta keep on the move! Don' t let that fancy paint job fool you!"
	Then the old timer pulled him close and said
	You' ve got a long way,
	I knowYou' ve got a longer drive ahead
	Through the bones of the buffalo
	Through the claims of the western dead, and
	Just like the spokes of a wheel
	You' ll spin ' round with the rest
	You' ll hear the drums and the brush of steel
	You' ll hear the call of the west, call of the west
	You' ll hear the call of the west, call of the westspoken
	Harshly awakened by the sound of six rounds of lightcaliber rifle fire
	Followed minutes later by the booming of nine rounds from a heavier rifle
	But you can' t close off the wilderness
	He heard the snick of a rifle bolt
	And found himself peering down the muzzle
	Of a weapon held by a drunken liquor store owner" There' s a conflict," he said, " there' s a conflictBetween land and peopleThe people have to goThey' ve come all the way out here to make mining claimsTo do automobile body workTo gambleTake picturesTo not have to do laundryTo own a minibikeHave their own CB radios and air conditioningGood plumbing for sureAnd to sell Time Life books and to work in a deliTo have a little chili every morningAnd maybe... maybe to own their own gas stations againAnd take drugsHave some crazy sexBut above all, above all, to have a fair shakeTo get a piece of the rock and a slice of the pieAnd spit out of the window of your car and not have the wind blow it back in your face"
	Now, from the high timberline to the deserts dry
	Who' ll risk dangling on some hangman' s tree
	To stake their claims on these prarie plains
	While they say this lunch is not had for free?
	Just like the spokes of a wheel
	Who' ll spin ' round with the rest
	They' ll hear the drums and the brush of steel
	And I' ll hear the call of the west, call of the west Yippieyiyo, yippieyiyokiyay, yippieyiyoohhohh
	I' ll hear the call of the west, call of the west Yippieyiyo, yippieyiyokiyay, yippieyiyoohhohh
	I' ll hear the call of the west, call of the west Yippieyiyo, yippieyiyokiyay, yippieyiyoohhohh
	I' ll hear the call of the west, call of the west Yippieyiyo, yippieyiyokiyay, yippieyiyoohhohh spoken shouted:
	I used to be somebody!
	I used to be somebody, do you hear me?
	Do you hear me?
	I' ve been there!
	I used to be somebody, god damn you!
	I' ve been there before!
	Don' t walk away!
	Well, you you wanted unleaded?
	Unleaded that' s next pump over, so keep on movin', okay?
	No, it' s out of order.

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