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  • 作词 : Bob Dylan
    作曲 : Bob Dylan
    With 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 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 could they get to 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 did think he could outguess you?
    With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
    Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
    And your matchbook 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 put 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 have happened 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 where the dead angels are that they used to hide
    But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
    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 the hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
    How could they ever have persuaded you?
    Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
    Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man's come
    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 in your fingertips now enfold
    And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul
    Who among them could ever think he 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?
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Bob Dylan
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Bob Dylan
    [00:09.868]With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
    [00:19.126]And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
    [00:28.138]And your silver cross and your voice like chimes
    [00:37.618]Oh, who do they think could bury you?
    [00:46.869]With your pockets well-protected at last
    [00:56.880]And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass
    [01:06.123]And your flesh like silk and your face like glass
    [01:15.871]Who could they get to carry you?
    [01:26.129]Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
    [01:36.374]Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
    [01:45.886]My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
    [01:58.628]Should I put them by your gate, or sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
    [02:21.128]With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace
    [02:30.618]And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace
    [02:39.871]And your basement clothes and your hollow face
    [02:49.366]Who among them did think he could outguess you?
    [02:58.874]With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
    [03:09.118]Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
    [03:17.384]And your matchbook songs and your gypsy hymns
    [03:27.123]Who among them would try to impress you?
    [03:37.618]Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
    [03:47.115]Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
    [03:56.868]My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
    [04:09.870]Should I put them by your gate, or sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
    [04:31.737]The kings of Tyrus, with their convict list
    [04:40.979]Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss
    [04:49.989]And you wouldn't know it would have happened like this
    [04:59.241]But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
    [05:08.485]With your childhood flames on your midnight rug
    [05:17.994]And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs
    [05:26.978]And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs
    [05:35.993]Who among them do you think could resist you?
    [05:46.486]Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
    [05:55.486]Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
    [06:05.476]My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
    [06:18.234]Should I leave them by your gate, or sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
    [06:39.981]Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
    [06:48.994]To show you where the dead angels are that they used to hide
    [06:57.742]But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
    [07:06.994]How could they ever mistake you?
    [07:16.229]They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm
    [07:25.227]But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm
    [07:33.993]And with the child of the hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
    [07:43.743]How could they ever have persuaded you?
    [07:53.983]Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
    [08:03.226]Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man's come
    [08:12.738]My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
    [08:25.492]Should I leave them by your gate, or sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
    [08:46.732]With your sheet metal memory of Cannery Row
    [08:55.983]And your magazine husband who one day just had to go
    [09:04.979]And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show
    [09:14.234]Who among them do you think would employ you?
    [09:22.734]Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole
    [09:31.984]With your holy medallion in your fingertips now enfold
    [09:41.235]And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul
    [09:49.983]Who among them could ever think he could destroy you?
    [10:00.239]Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
    [10:08.991]Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
    [10:18.729]My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
    [10:31.484]Should I leave them by your gate, or sad-eyed lady, should I wait?