听歌学ＥＮＧＬＩＳＨ，重温 BOB DYLAN

markzhou · 发表于 2006-12-9 02:16:00

<a target="_blank" href="http://www.vvpo.com/baidu/93266.htm">www.vvpo.com/baidu/93266.htm</a>Sad Eyed Lady Of The LowlandsWith your mercury mouth in the missionary times, And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes, And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes, Oh, who among them do they think could bury you? With your pockets well protected at last, And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass, And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass, Who among them do they think could carry you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I put them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace, And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace, And your basement clothes and your hollow face, Who among them can think he could outguess you? With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims, And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns, Who among them would try to impress you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I leave them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? The kings of Tyrus with their convict list Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss, And you wouldn't know it would happen like this, But who among them really wants just to kiss you? With your childhood flames on your midnight rug, And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs, And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs, Who among them do you think could resist you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I leave them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide To show you the dead angels that they used to hide. But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side? Oh, how could they ever mistake you? They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm, But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm, And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms, How could they ever, ever persuade you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I leave them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row, And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go, And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show, Who among them do you think would employ you? Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold, And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul, Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I leave them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? <a target="_blank" href="http://www.vvpo.com/baidu/137966.htm">www.vvpo.com/baidu/137966.htm</a>You Belong To MeSee the pyramids along the Nile Watch the sun rise from the tropic isle Just remember darling all the while You belong to me See the market place in old Algiers Send me photographs and souvenirs Just remember when a dream appears You belong to me And I well be so alone without you Maybe you well be lonesome too Fly the ocean in a silver plane See the jungle when it is wet with rain Just remember till you are home again You belong to me Oh I well be so alone without you Maybe you well be lonesome too Fly the ocean in a silver plane See the jungle when it is wet with rain Just remember till you are home again You belong to me <a target="_blank" href="http://www.vvpo.com/baidu/50427.htm">www.vvpo.com/baidu/50427.htm</a>Visions of Johanna Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet ? We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room the heat pipes just cough The country music station plays soft But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off Just Louise and her lover so entwined And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind. Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues You can tell by the way she smiles See the primitive wallflower freeze When the jelly-faced women all sneeze Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze I can't find my knees" Jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel. The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him Sayin', "Name me someone who's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him" But like Louise always says "Ya can't look at much, can ya man ?" As she, herself, prepares for him And Madonna, she still hasn't showed We see the empty cage now corrode Where her cape of the stage once had flowed The fiddler, he now steps on the road He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed On the back of the fish trucks that load While my conscience explodes The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain. <a target="_blank" href="http://www.vvpo.com/baidu/50420.htm">www.vvpo.com/baidu/50420.htm</a>I Want Youguilty undertaker sighs lonely organ grinder cries silver saxophones say i, i should refuse you cracked bells and washed out horns blow into my face with scorn it's not that way i wasn't born to lose you i want you i want you darling, i want you so bad drunken politicians leap onto the street where mothers weep and saviors who are fast asleep they wait for you and i'll wait for them to interrupt me drinking from my broken cup and ask me to open up the gate for you i want you i want you darling, i want you so bad i want you darling, i want you, oh oh, i want you oh, so bad now all my fathers, they've gone down true love, they've been without it and all their daughters, they still put me down 'cause i think about it i will return to the queen of spades talk with my chamber maid she knows that i'm not afraid to look at her she's good to me there's nothing she don't see she knows where i would rather be but that doesn't matter your dancing child with his chinese suit he spoke to me, i stole his flute no, i wasn't that cute to him was i? i did it though because he lied because he took you for a ride because time was on his side because, i want you darling, i want you i want you oh, i want you i want you so bad oh, don't joke with me now, baby i want you i want you let's go home i want you... <a target="_blank" href="http://www.vvpo.com/baidu/50455.htm">www.vvpo.com/baidu/50455.htm</a>If You See Her, Say Hello you see her, say hello, she might be in Tangier She left here last early spring, is livin' there, I hear Say for me that I'm all right though things get kind of slow She might think that I've forgotten her, don't tell her it isn't so. We had a falling-out, like lovers often will And to think of how she left that night, it still brings me a chill And though our separation, it pierced me to the heart She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart. If you get close to her, kiss her once for me I always have respected her for busting out and gettin' free Oh, whatever makes her happy, I won't stand in the way Though the bitter taste still lingers on from the night I tried to make her stay. I see a lot of people as I make the rounds And I hear her name here and there as I go from town to town And I've never gotten used to it, I've just learned to turn it off Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft. Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast If she's passin' back this way, I'm not that hard to find Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time. <a target="_blank" href="http://www.vvpo.com/baidu/50464.htm">www.vvpo.com/baidu/50464.htm</a>　　　　　　　　　　The Ballad Of Frankie Lee And Judas Priest Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest They were the best of friends So when Frankie Lee needed money one day Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens And placed them on a footstool Just above the plotted plain Sayin', "Take your pick, Frankie Boy My loss will be your gain" Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right down And put his fingers to his chin But with the cold eyes of Judas on him His head began to spin "Would ya please not stare at me like that," he said "It's just my foolish pride But sometimes a man must be alone And this is no place to hide" Well, Judas, he just winked and said "All right, I'll leave you here But you'd better hurry up and choose Which of those bills you want Before they all disappear" "I'm gonna start my pickin' right now Just tell me where you'll be" Judas pointed down the road And said, "Eternity" "Eternity?" said Frankie Lee With a voice as cold as ice "That's right," said Judas Priest, "Eternity Though you might call it 'Paradise'" "I don't call it anything" Said Frankie Lee with a smile "All right," said Judas Priest "I'll see you after a while" Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back down Feelin' low and mean When just then a passing stranger Burst upon the scene Saying, "Are you Frankie Lee, the gambler Whose father is deceased? Well, if you are There's a fellow callin' you down the road And they say his name is Priest" "Oh, yes, he is my friend" Said Frankie Lee in fright "I do recall him very well In fact, he just left my sight" "Yes, that's the one," said the stranger As quiet as a mouse "Well, my message is, he's down the road Stranded in a house" Well, Frankie Lee, he panicked He dropped ev'rything and ran Until he came up to the spot Where Judas Priest did stand "What kind of house is this," he said "Where I have come to roam?" "It's not a house," said Judas Priest "It's not a house . . . it's a home" Well, Frankie Lee, he trembled He soon lost all control Over ev'rything which he had made While the mission bells did toll He just stood there staring At that big house as bright as any sun With four and twenty windows And a woman's face in ev'ry one Well, up the stairs ran Frankie Lee With a soulful, bounding leap And, foaming at the mouth He began to make his midnight creep For sixteen nights and days he raved But on the seventeenth he burst Into the arms of Judas Priest Which is where he died of thirst No one tried to say a thing When they took him out in jest Except, of course, the little neighbor boy Who carried him to rest And he just walked along, alone With his guilt so well concealed And muttered underneath his breath "Nothing is revealed" Well, the moral of the story The moral of this song Is simply that one should never be Where one does not belong So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin' Help him with his load And don't go mistaking Paradise For that home across the road <a target="_blank" href="http://www.vvpo.com/baidu/93104.htm">www.vvpo.com/baidu/93104.htm</a>　　　　　　　　　　　　Simple Twist Of FateThey sat together in the park As the evening sky grew dark, She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones. 'Twas then he felt alone and wished that he'd gone straight And watched out for a simple twist of fate. They walked along by the old canal A little confused, I remember well And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burnin' bright. He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train Moving with a simple twist of fate. A saxophone someplace far off played As she was walkin' by the arcade. As the light bust through a beat-up shade where he was wakin' up, She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate And forgot about a simple twist of fate. He woke up, the room was bare He didn't see her anywhere. He told himself he didn't care, pushed the window open wide, Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate Brought on by a simple twist of fate. He hears the ticking of the clocks And walks along with a parrot that talks, Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailers all come in. Maybe she'll pick him out again, how long must he wait Once more for a simple twist of fate. People tell me it's a sin To know and feel too much within. I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring. She was born in spring, but I was born too late Blame it on a simple twist of fate. <a href="/User/2006/12/08/20061208181543285c889b4d8b4155a77b7d4fe5823709500x0.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="/User/2006/12/08/20061208181543285c889b4d8b4155a77b7d4fe5823709500x0.jpg" ="this.src='/oldbbs/err_photo.gif'" onload="javascript:if(this.width>550)this.width=550;" border="0" alt="" /></a> <a href="/User/2006/12/08/20061208181604f9a527e3266f408991487df06508b75e500x0.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="/User/2006/12/08/20061208181604f9a527e3266f408991487df06508b75e500x0.jpg" ="this.src='/oldbbs/err_photo.gif'" onload="javascript:if(this.width>550)this.width=550;" border="0" alt="" /></a> <a href="/User/2006/12/08/20061208181604a0d37a8768ec4ddc94aa06b8307e433d500x0.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="/User/2006/12/08/20061208181604a0d37a8768ec4ddc94aa06b8307e433d500x0.jpg" ="this.src='/oldbbs/err_photo.gif'" onload="javascript:if(this.width>550)this.width=550;" border="0" alt="" /></a> <a href="/User/2006/12/08/20061208181604d1d7d15e51e742a3a5e81b2336795099500x0.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="/User/2006/12/08/20061208181604d1d7d15e51e742a3a5e81b2336795099500x0.jpg" ="this.src='/oldbbs/err_photo.gif'" onload="javascript:if(this.width>550)this.width=550;" border="0" alt="" /></a>

风笑沙 · 发表于 2006-12-13 21:29:00

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