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Wickerman
作詞:Banks, Cocker, Doyle, Mackey, Weber
Just behind the station Before you reach the traffic island A river runs through a concrete channel I took you there once I think it was after the Lead mill
The water was dirty and it smelt of industrialization Little masters coughing their lungs up And globules, the color of tomato ketchup But it flows, yeah, it flows
Yeah, underneath the city Through dirty brickwork conduits Connecting white witches on the Moor With Pre-Raphaelites, down in Broom hall
Beneath the old Trebor factory That burnt down in the early seventies Leaving an antiquated sweet-shop smell And caverns of nougat and caramel Nougat, yeah, nougat and caramel And the river flows on
Yeah, the river flows on Beneath pudgy fifteen year olds addicted to coffee whitener Courting couples, naked on Northern Upholstery And pensioners gathering dust like bowls of plastic tulips And it finally comes above ground again at Forge Dam The place where we first met
I went there again for old time's sake Hoping to find the child's toy horse ride That played such a ridiculously tragic tune It was still there But none of the kids seemed interested in riding it
And the cafe was still there too The same press-in plastic letters on the price list And scuffed Formica-top tables I sat as close as possible to the seat Where I'd met you that autumn afternoon
And then, after what seemed Like hours of thinking about it I finally took your face in my hands And I kissed you for the first time And a feeling like electricity flowed through my whole body
And I knew immediately I'd entered a completely different world And all the time, in the background The sound of that ridiculously heartbreaking child's ride outside
At the other end of town The river flows underneath an old railway viaduct 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 I went there with you once Except you were somebody else And we gazed down At the sludgy brown surface of the water together
Then a passer by told us That it used to be a local custom To jump off the viaduct into the river When coming home from the pub on a Saturday night
But that this custom had died out When someone jumped and landed too near to the riverbank And had sunk in the mud there and drowned Before anyone could reach them
Maybe he'd just made the whole story up You'd never get me to jump off that bridge No chance, never in a million years
Yeah, a river flows underneath this city I'd like to go there with you now, my pretty And follow it on for miles and miles Below other people's ordinary lives
Occasionally catching a glimpse of the moon Through man-hole covers along the route Yeah, it's dark sometimes but if you hold my hand I think I know the way
Oh, this is as far as we got last time But if we go just another mile We will surface, surrounded by grass and trees And that fly-over that takes the cars to cities Buds that explode at the slightest touch Nettles that sting but not too much
I've never been past this point What lies ahead, I really could not say And I used to live just by the river In a dis-used factory, just off the Wicker And the river flowed by, day after day On one day I thought, 'One day, I will follow it'
But that day never came I moved away and lost track But tonight, I am thinking About making my way back I may find you there and float on
Wherever the river may take me Wherever the river may take me Wherever the river may take us Wherever it wants us to go Wherever it wants us to go
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