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Song 8 / 29 / 91
Artist Foxes in Fiction
Album Swung from The Branches
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[00:00.000] 作词 : Foxes in Fiction
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Foxes in Fiction
[01:00] 8/29/91 10:55 PM
[01:12] slow at the track today
[01:15] my damned life dangling on the hook
[01:17] I am there everyday
[01:21] I don't see anybody else out there every day except the employees
[01:26] I probably have some malady
[01:32] Saroyan lost his ass at the track,Fante at poker,Dostoevsky at the wheel
[01:40] And it's really not a matter of the money unless you run out of it
[01:45] I had a gambler friend once who said‘‘I don't care if I win or lose,I just want to gamble’’
[01:53] I have more respect for money,I've had very little of it most of my life
[02:00] There are only two things wrong with money:too much or too little
[02:07] Well,I supposed there's always something out there we want to torment ourselves with
[02:13] and you get the feel of the other people,the desperate darkness,and how easy they toss it in and quit
[02:22] the racetrack crowd is the world brought down to size,life grinding against death and losing
[02:33] Nobody wins finally ,we are just seeking a reprieve,a moment out of the glare
[02:40] (****,I just burned the end of my finger with cigarette as I was musing on this purposelessness
[02:50] That woke me up,brought me out of this Sartre state!)
[02:55] Hell,we need humor,we need to laugh.I used to laugh more,I used to do everying more
[03:05] Now,I am writing and writing and writing,the older I get the more I write,dancing with death
[03:17] Good show,and I think the stuff is alright
[03:24] One day they'll say‘‘Dead’’and I'll be truly discoverd and hung from stinking bright lampposts
[03:35] So what?Immortality is the stupid invention of the living
[03:42] You see what the racetrack does?It makes the lines roll
[03:47] Wacks,lightening and luck.The last bluebird singing
[03:53] Anything I say sounds fine because I gamble when I write
[03:59] Too many are too careful.They study,they teach
[04:15] and they fail,and the strips them of their fire
[04:22] I feel better now,up here on this second floor with the Macintosh.My pal
[04:30] And Mahler is on the radio,he glides with such ease,taking big chances,one needs that sometimes
[04:42] Then he sends in the long power rises
[04:47] Thank you,Mahler,I borrow from from you and I can never pay you back
[04:54] I smoke too much,I drink too much,but I can' twrite too much
[05:01] it just keeps coming and I call for more and it arrives and mixes with Mahler
[05:08] Sometimes I deliberately stop myself
[05:13] I say,wait a moment ,go to sleep or look at your 8 cats or sit with your wife on the coach
[05:23] You're either at the track or with the Macintosh
[05:27] And then I stop,put on the brakes ,parking the damned thing
[05:34] Some people have written that my writing has helped them to go on,It's helped me,too
[05:41] The drinking,the writing,the horses,the 8 cats,my wife
[05:49] There's a small balcony here,the door is open and I can see the lights of the cars on the Harbor Freeway south
[05:59] they never stop,that roll of lights,on and on
[06:04] All those people.What are they doing?What are they thinking?
[06:11] We're all sent to die,all of us.What a circus!
[06:15] That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't
[06:20] We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities,we are eaten up by nothing
[06:28] Keep it going,Mahler!You've made this a wondrous night
[06:34] Don't stop,you son of a *****!Don't stop!
[00:00.000] zuo ci : Foxes in Fiction
[00:01.000] zuo qu : Foxes in Fiction
[01:00] 8 29 91 10: 55 PM
[01:12] slow at the track today
[01:15] my damned life dangling on the hook
[01:17] I am there everyday
[01:21] I don' t see anybody else out there every day except the employees
[01:26] I probably have some malady
[01:32] Saroyan lost his ass at the track, Fante at poker, Dostoevsky at the wheel
[01:40] And it' s really not a matter of the money unless you run out of it
[01:45] I had a gambler friend once who said'' I don' t care if I win or lose, I just want to gamble''
[01:53] I have more respect for money, I' ve had very little of it most of my life
[02:00] There are only two things wrong with money: too much or too little
[02:07] Well, I supposed there' s always something out there we want to torment ourselves with
[02:13] and you get the feel of the other people, the desperate darkness, and how easy they toss it in and quit
[02:22] the racetrack crowd is the world brought down to size, life grinding against death and losing
[02:33] Nobody wins finally , we are just seeking a reprieve, a moment out of the glare
[02:40] , I just burned the end of my finger with cigarette as I was musing on this purposelessness
[02:50] That woke me up, brought me out of this Sartre state!
[02:55] Hell, we need humor, we need to laugh. I used to laugh more, I used to do everying more
[03:05] Now, I am writing and writing and writing, the older I get the more I write, dancing with death
[03:17] Good show, and I think the stuff is alright
[03:24] One day they' ll say'' Dead'' and I' ll be truly discoverd and hung from stinking bright lampposts
[03:35] So what? Immortality is the stupid invention of the living
[03:42] You see what the racetrack does? It makes the lines roll
[03:47] Wacks, lightening and luck. The last bluebird singing
[03:53] Anything I say sounds fine because I gamble when I write
[03:59] Too many are too careful. They study, they teach
[04:15] and they fail, and the strips them of their fire
[04:22] I feel better now, up here on this second floor with the Macintosh. My pal
[04:30] And Mahler is on the radio, he glides with such ease, taking big chances, one needs that sometimes
[04:42] Then he sends in the long power rises
[04:47] Thank you, Mahler, I borrow from from you and I can never pay you back
[04:54] I smoke too much, I drink too much, but I can' twrite too much
[05:01] it just keeps coming and I call for more and it arrives and mixes with Mahler
[05:08] Sometimes I deliberately stop myself
[05:13] I say, wait a moment , go to sleep or look at your 8 cats or sit with your wife on the coach
[05:23] You' re either at the track or with the Macintosh
[05:27] And then I stop, put on the brakes , parking the damned thing
[05:34] Some people have written that my writing has helped them to go on, It' s helped me, too
[05:41] The drinking, the writing, the horses, the 8 cats, my wife
[05:49] There' s a small balcony here, the door is open and I can see the lights of the cars on the Harbor Freeway south
[05:59] they never stop, that roll of lights, on and on
[06:04] All those people. What are they doing? What are they thinking?
[06:11] We' re all sent to die, all of us. What a circus!
[06:15] That alone should make us love each other but it doesn' t
[06:20] We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing
[06:28] Keep it going, Mahler! You' ve made this a wondrous night
[06:34] Don' t stop, you son of a ! Don' t stop!
[00:00.000] zuò cí : Foxes in Fiction
[00:01.000] zuò qǔ : Foxes in Fiction
[01:00] 8 29 91 10: 55 PM
[01:12] slow at the track today
[01:15] my damned life dangling on the hook
[01:17] I am there everyday
[01:21] I don' t see anybody else out there every day except the employees
[01:26] I probably have some malady
[01:32] Saroyan lost his ass at the track, Fante at poker, Dostoevsky at the wheel
[01:40] And it' s really not a matter of the money unless you run out of it
[01:45] I had a gambler friend once who said'' I don' t care if I win or lose, I just want to gamble''
[01:53] I have more respect for money, I' ve had very little of it most of my life
[02:00] There are only two things wrong with money: too much or too little
[02:07] Well, I supposed there' s always something out there we want to torment ourselves with
[02:13] and you get the feel of the other people, the desperate darkness, and how easy they toss it in and quit
[02:22] the racetrack crowd is the world brought down to size, life grinding against death and losing
[02:33] Nobody wins finally , we are just seeking a reprieve, a moment out of the glare
[02:40] , I just burned the end of my finger with cigarette as I was musing on this purposelessness
[02:50] That woke me up, brought me out of this Sartre state!
[02:55] Hell, we need humor, we need to laugh. I used to laugh more, I used to do everying more
[03:05] Now, I am writing and writing and writing, the older I get the more I write, dancing with death
[03:17] Good show, and I think the stuff is alright
[03:24] One day they' ll say'' Dead'' and I' ll be truly discoverd and hung from stinking bright lampposts
[03:35] So what? Immortality is the stupid invention of the living
[03:42] You see what the racetrack does? It makes the lines roll
[03:47] Wacks, lightening and luck. The last bluebird singing
[03:53] Anything I say sounds fine because I gamble when I write
[03:59] Too many are too careful. They study, they teach
[04:15] and they fail, and the strips them of their fire
[04:22] I feel better now, up here on this second floor with the Macintosh. My pal
[04:30] And Mahler is on the radio, he glides with such ease, taking big chances, one needs that sometimes
[04:42] Then he sends in the long power rises
[04:47] Thank you, Mahler, I borrow from from you and I can never pay you back
[04:54] I smoke too much, I drink too much, but I can' twrite too much
[05:01] it just keeps coming and I call for more and it arrives and mixes with Mahler
[05:08] Sometimes I deliberately stop myself
[05:13] I say, wait a moment , go to sleep or look at your 8 cats or sit with your wife on the coach
[05:23] You' re either at the track or with the Macintosh
[05:27] And then I stop, put on the brakes , parking the damned thing
[05:34] Some people have written that my writing has helped them to go on, It' s helped me, too
[05:41] The drinking, the writing, the horses, the 8 cats, my wife
[05:49] There' s a small balcony here, the door is open and I can see the lights of the cars on the Harbor Freeway south
[05:59] they never stop, that roll of lights, on and on
[06:04] All those people. What are they doing? What are they thinking?
[06:11] We' re all sent to die, all of us. What a circus!
[06:15] That alone should make us love each other but it doesn' t
[06:20] We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing
[06:28] Keep it going, Mahler! You' ve made this a wondrous night
[06:34] Don' t stop, you son of a ! Don' t stop!
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