Poetry / Lyrics
London HISTORY
W.Blake (1757-1827) R.Ashcraft 1995
I wander thro' each charter'd street, I wander lonely streets
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,
Behind where the old Thames does flow
And mark in ecery face I meet And in every face I meet
Markes of weakness, marks of woe. Reminds me of what I have run from
In every cry of every Man, In every man, in every hand
In every Infant's cry of fear In every kiss, you understand
In every voice, in every brain, That living is for other men
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear: I hope you two will understand
How the Chimney-sweeper's cry I've got to tell you my tale
Every blackning Church appalls, Of how I loved and how I failed
And that hapless Soldier's sign I hope you understand
Runs in blood down Palace walls. These feelings should not be in the man
But most thro' midnight streets I hear In every child, in every eye
How the youthful Harlot's curse In every sky, above my head
Blast the new-born Infant's tear, I hope that I know
And blights with plagues the Marrige hearse. So come with me in bed
Because it's you and me, we're history
There ain't nothing left to say
When I will get you alone
Maybe we could find a room
Where we could see what we should do
Maybe you know it's true
Living with me is like keeping a fool
In every man, in every hand
In every kiss, you understand
That living is for other men
I hope you know that I am me so come on
I'm thinking about history
And I'm living for history
And I think you know about me
Cause I am
And one and one is two
But three is company
When you're thinking about the things you do
And you're thinking about the things you do
I want to tell you my tale
How I fell in love and jumped out on my bail
Do you understand there's more in a smile than in a hand
走過轉角的小提琴聲 是 In every sky, in every kiss
泰晤士河岸 There's something that you might have missed
吟遊詩人說著無聲的故事 Why am I going to
豎琴武士與牧神 A place that now belongs to you
然而在時間裡我只唱一首歌 But you were weak and so was I
雖然知道你就在身後 Let's pick it up, let's even try
卻不敢回頭 To live today, so why not smile
Don't dream away your life 'Cause it is mine
Is that a crime
Is that a crime
this life is mine
The bed ain't made but it's filled full of hope
I've got a skin full of dope
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Tell me what you've seen,
Was it a dream?
Was I in it?