《For Mr. Thomas》歌词

[00:00:00] For Mr. Thomas - Van Morrison

[00:00:01] Written by：Robin Williamson

[00:00:22] From faded newsprint used to wrap a fish

[00:00:26] Inscrutably the muse selects your face

[00:00:32] As I sit drinking famously in an irish bar

[00:00:37] Five thousand miles and thirty years away

[00:00:43] With the usual ceremonial you were crowned one night

[00:00:48] King of the field where doctors nail the cows

[00:00:54] To make of the cock's quill the rights of language

[00:00:58] And the pricking heart a sword against the hours

[00:01:05] Let smirking scholars writhe in their favourite bondage

[00:01:09] And hold you plaintiff to the charge of art

[00:01:15] Exhibit a he falls on legendary lines

[00:01:19] Singing mother I don't want a pain here in my heart

[00:01:47] The judge in me sucks eggs and jerks the sacred meat

[00:01:52] But the boy in me still dreams in milk wood town

[00:01:58] Like two provincial bastards playing the galleries

[00:02:02] I hold your photo to a mirror upside down

[00:02:09] And as bacon wafts through hungry streets your ghost pervades

[00:02:13] Just like an old ex boxer aged twenty two

[00:02:19] Staged up like falstaff or the wild welsh rimbaud

[00:02:23] You'd laugh to see the monograms they make of you

[00:02:30] Ah Mr. Thomas let us ramble through the midnight fair

[00:02:34] Let us throw old bottles at the ferris wheel

[00:02:39] Let us paint library on the library let us raid the moonlight

[00:02:45] Let us steal whatever we are supposed to steal

[00:02:51] Let us watch while the days grow daily more mundane

[00:02:56] That rough god go riding with his shears

[00:03:02] Hack wide the belly of the swollen mountains

[00:03:06] And rip molten heroes forth from their furious tears

[00:03:11] Oh Mr. Thomas oh Mr. Thomas

[00:03:16] And let us steal whatever we're supposed to steal

[00:03:22] Mr. Thomas oh Mr. Thomas

[00:03:27] Why don't we feel whatever we're supposed to feel

[00:03:32] Oh Mr. Thomas Mr. Thomas

[00:03:38] Why don't we feel whatever we're supposed to feel

[00:03:43] Oh Mr. Thomas let us ramble through the midnight

[00:03:49] Let us throw bottles at the ferris wheel

[00:03:54] Let us paint library on the library let us raid the moonlight

[00:03:59] Let us steal whatever we are supposed to steal