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  • 作词 : Anton Sanko/Suzanne Vega/Marc Shulman/Michael Visceglia/Stephen Ferrera
    作曲 : Anton Sanko/Suzanne Vega/Marc Shulman/Michael Visceglia/Stephen Ferrera
    In the ironbound section near Avenue L
    Where the Portuguese women
    Come to see what you sell
    The clouds so low the morning so slow
    As the wires cut through the sky

    The beams and bridges
    Cut the light on the ground
    Into little triangles and the rails run round
    Through the rust and the heat
    The light and sweet coffee color of her skin

    Bound up in wire and fate
    Watching her walk him up to the gate
    In front of the ironbound school yard

    Kids will grow like weeds on a fence
    She says they look
    For the light they try to make sense
    They come up through the cracks

    Like grass on the tracks
    She touches him goodbye

    Steps off the curb and into the street
    The blood and feathers near her feet
    Into the ironbound market

    In the ironbound section near Avenue L
    Where the Portuguese women
    Come to see what you sell
    The clouds so low the morning so slow
    As the wires cut through the sky

    She stops at the stall
    Fingers the ring
    Opens her purse
    Feels a longing
    Away from the ironbound border

    Fancy poulty parts sold here
    Breasts and thighs and hearts

    Backs are cheap and wings are nearly free
    Fancy poulty parts sold here
    Breasts and thighs and hearts
    Backs are cheap and wings are nearly free
    Nearly free
    Nearly free
    Nearly free
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Anton Sanko/Suzanne Vega/Marc Shulman/Michael Visceglia/Stephen Ferrera
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Anton Sanko/Suzanne Vega/Marc Shulman/Michael Visceglia/Stephen Ferrera
    [00:15.01]In the ironbound section near Avenue L
    [00:18.83]Where the Portuguese women
    [00:20.46]Come to see what you sell
    [00:22.70]The clouds so low the morning so slow
    [00:26.46]As the wires cut through the sky
    [00:29.91]
    [00:30.48]The beams and bridges
    [00:31.92]Cut the light on the ground
    [00:34.01]Into little triangles and the rails run round
    [00:38.12]Through the rust and the heat
    [00:40.00]The light and sweet coffee color of her skin
    [00:45.56]
    [00:46.98]Bound up in wire and fate
    [00:50.75]Watching her walk him up to the gate
    [00:54.44]In front of the ironbound school yard
    [01:00.90]
    [01:01.62]Kids will grow like weeds on a fence
    [01:04.40]She says they look
    [01:05.55]For the light they try to make sense
    [01:08.51]They come up through the cracks
    [01:10.31]
    [01:10.87]Like grass on the tracks
    [01:13.54]She touches him goodbye
    [01:15.83]
    [01:17.73]Steps off the curb and into the street
    [01:21.31]The blood and feathers near her feet
    [01:25.17]Into the ironbound market
    [01:30.22]
    [02:25.58]In the ironbound section near Avenue L
    [02:29.18]Where the Portuguese women
    [02:31.09]Come to see what you sell
    [02:33.26]The clouds so low the morning so slow
    [02:36.94]As the wires cut through the sky
    [02:40.58]
    [02:42.06]She stops at the stall
    [02:44.12]Fingers the ring
    [02:46.00]Opens her purse
    [02:47.78]Feels a longing
    [02:49.91]Away from the ironbound border
    [02:55.82]
    [03:36.29]Fancy poulty parts sold here
    [03:41.42]Breasts and thighs and hearts
    [03:46.32]
    [03:46.86]Backs are cheap and wings are nearly free
    [03:52.38]Fancy poulty parts sold here
    [03:57.54]Breasts and thighs and hearts
    [04:02.96]Backs are cheap and wings are nearly free
    [04:12.95]Nearly free
    [04:18.24]Nearly free
    [04:23.51]Nearly free