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歌曲名 Third Week In The Chelsea 歌手名 Jefferson Airplane

作词：Jorma Kaukonen

作曲：Jorma Kaukonen

Sometimes I feel like

I am leaving life behind

My hands are moving faster

Than the movement of my mind

Thoughts and generations

Of my dreams are yet unborn

I hope that I will find them

'Fore my moving gets too worn

If only I could live to see

The dawning of the dawn

So we go on moving trying

To make this image real

Straining every nerve not knowing

What we really feel

Straining every nerve ending

And everybody sees

That what they read

In the Rolling Stone has really

Come to be

And trying to avoid a taste

Of that reality

On an early New York mornin'

A mirror in the hall

Showed to me a face

I didn't know at all

Lines were drawn around

A pair of eyes that opened wide

When I looked into the mouth

There was nothing left inside

So I walked into the little room

And whistled like a sigh

As dawn light closed around me

My head was still in gear

Thinking thoughts of playing more

And singing loud and clear

Trying to reach a friend somewhere

And make that person smile

Maybe pull myself away from

That old lonesome mile

That often comes to haunt me

In the morning

All my friends keep telling me

That it would be a shame

To break up such a grand success

And tear apart a name

But all I know is

What I feel whenever I'm not playin'

Emptiness ain't where it's at

And neither's feeling pain

Well now what is going to happen

Now is anybody's guess

If I can't spend my time with love

I guess I need a rest

Time is getting late now

And the sun is getting low

My body's getting tired

Of carryin' another's load

And sunshine's waiting for me

A little further down the road