标题:Thousands are Sailing
艺人:The Pogues
作词:Phillip Chevron
作曲:Phillip Chevron
制谱人:Gabhorr
节拍:
♩ = 125
音轨:
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Bass- Hunt (+Master Track MIDI Control) - 原声贝司 Acoustic Bass
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Cittern- Woods - 筝 Koto
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Tin Whistle- Stacy - 哨 Whistle
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Banjo- Finer/ Vocals- MacGowan - 班卓 Banjo
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Keyboard Accordian- Fearnley - 手风琴 Accordion
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Author/Rhythm Guitar- Chevron - 钢弦吉他 Acoustic Guitar(steel)
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Drums- Rankin - 敲击乐器
注释:
The
island it is
silent now but the
ghosts still haunt the
waves, and a
torch lights up a
famished man whom
fortune could not save.
Did you
work upon the railroads?
Did you
rid the streets of
crime? Were your
dollars from the White-
house? Were they
from the Five-and-
Dime?
Do the old songs taunt or
cheer you, and can
they still make you
cry? Did you
count the months and
years, or did your
teardrops quickly
dry? "Oh no"
said he, "T'was
not to be; on a
coffin ship I
came here, and I
never even
got so far that
they could change my
name."
Thousands are
sailing a-
cross the Western
Ocean to a
land of oppor-
tunity that
some of them may
never see.
Fortune pre-
vailing a-
cross the Western
Ocean their
bellies full, their
spirits free, they'll
break the chains of
poverty! And they'll
dance...
In
Manhattan's desert
twilight, in the
death of after-
noon, we stepped
hand in hand down
Broadway, like the
first men on the
Moon, and "The
Blackbird" broke the
silence as you
whistled it so
sweet. And in
Brendan Behan's
footsteps I fell
up and down the
street. So we
said goodnight to
Broadway, giving
it our best re-
gards, tipped our
hats to Mister
Cohen, dear old
Times Square's favourite
bard. And we
raised a glass to
J.F.K., and a
dozen more be-
sides. When I
got back to my
empty room I sup-
pose I must have
cried.
Thousands are
sailing a-
gain across the
ocean where the
hand of opper-
tunity draws
tickets in a
lottery.
Postcards we're
mailing of
sky-blue skys and
oceans from
rooms that daylight
never sees, and
lights don't glow on
Christmas trees. And they'll
dance to the music and they'll
dance...
Thousands are
sailing a-
cross the Western
Ocean where the
hand of opper-
tunity draws
tickets in a
lottery. Where-
e'er we go we
celebrate the
land that makes us
refugees. From
fear of priests
with empty plates;
from guilt and
weeping effergies. Still we
dance to the music and we
dance...
标记:
4 bar tune up
Intro
Verse1
Chorus1
Fill
Verse2
Chorus
Fill
Bridge
Chorus
Outro
FIN