Song For Bob Dylan (2015 Remastered Version)歌词

作词 : David Bowie
作曲 : David Bowie
Song For Bob Dylan (1999 Digital Remaster) - David Bowie

Oh hear this Robert Zimmerman

I wrote a song for you

About a strange young man called Dylan

With a voice like sand and glue

Some words of truthful vengeance

They could pin us to the floor

Brought a few more people on
And put the fear in a whole lot more

Ah Here she comes

Here she comes

Here she comes again

The same old painted lady

From the brow of a superbrain
She'll scratch this world to pieces

As she comes on like a friend

But a couple of songs
From your old scrapbook

Could send her home again

You gave your heart to every bedsit room
At least a picture on the wall

And you sat behind a million pair of eyes

And told them how they saw

Then we lost your train of thought

The paintings are all your own

While troubles are rising
We'd rather be scared

Together than alone

Ah Here she comes

Here she comes

Here she comes again

The same old painted lady

From the brow of a superbrain

She'll scratch this world to pieces

As she comes on like a friend

But a couple of songs
From your old scrapbook
Could send her home again

Aoo

Now hear this Robert Zimmerman

Though I don't suppose we'll meet

Ask your good friend Dylan
If he'd gaze a while down the old street

Tell him we've lost his poems

So they're writing on the walls

Give us back our unity

Give us back our family

You're every nation's refugee
Don't leave us with their sanity

Ah Here she comes

Here she comes

Here she comes again

The same old painted lady
From the brow of a superbrain

She'll scratch this world to pieces

As she comes on like a friend

But a couple of songs
From your old scrapbook
Could send her home again

Come on

A couple of songs
From your old scrapbook
Could send her home again

Oh here she comes （oh） here she comes

Oh here she comes （oh）