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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:

Bass- Hunt (+Master Track MIDI Control) - 原声贝司 Acoustic Bass
Cittern- Woods - 筝 Koto
Tin Whistle- Stacy - 哨 Whistle
Banjo- Finer/ Vocals- MacGowan - 班卓 Banjo
Keyboard Accordian- Fearnley - 手风琴 Accordion
Author/Rhythm Guitar- Chevron - 钢弦吉他 Acoustic Guitar(steel)
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

歌词

作词: Phillip Chevron

作曲: Phillip Chevron

Artist: Pogues

Album: The Best Of The Pogues

Title: Thousands Are Sailing

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The island it is silent now
But the ghosts still haunt the waves
And the torch lights up a famished man
Who fortune could not save
Did you work upon the railroad?
Did you rid the streets of crime?
Were your dollars from the "White House"?
Were they from the "Five and Dime"?

Did the old songs taunt or cheer you?
And did they still make you cry?
Did you count the months and years?
Or did your teardrops quickly dry?
Ah, No, says he 'twas 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
Across the Western Ocean
To a land of opportunity
That some of them will never see
Fortune prevailing
Across the Western Ocean
Their bellies full
And their spirits free
They'll break the chains of poverty
And they'll dance

In Manhattan's desert twilight
In the death of afternoon
We stepped hand in hand on Broadway
Like the first man on the moon
And "The Blackbird" broke the silence
As you whistled it so sweet
And in Brendan Behan's footsteps
I danced up and down the street

Then we said goodnight to Broadway
Giving it our best regards
Tipped our hats to Mister Cohan
Dear old Times Square's favourite bard
Then we raised a glass to J.F.K.
And a dozen more besides
When I got back to my empty room
I suppose I must have cried

Thousands are sailing
Again across the ocean
Where the hand of opportunity
Draws tickets in a lottery
Postcards we're mailing
Of sky-blue skies and oceans
From rooms the daylight never sees
Where lights don't glow on Christmas trees
But we dance to the music
And we dance

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Thousands are sailing
Across the Western Ocean
Where the hand of opportunity
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 effigies
But we dance to the music
And we dance

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Thousands Are Sailing

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