《In the Pines(Live)》歌词

[00:00:00] Spanish Guitar (西班牙吉他) - Gene Clark

[00:00:48] The dissonant bells of the sea who are ringing the rhymes of the deep

[00:01:00] As they sing of the ages asleep not so near or so far

[00:01:12] And the old masters wind of the waves

[00:01:18] Sped forth for the free men and slaves

[00:01:25] Whispers of secrets it saves and about whom they are

[00:01:37] And the workings of sunshine and rain

[00:01:43] And the visions they paint that remain

[00:01:49] Pulsate from my soul through my brain in a Spanish guitar

[00:02:02] The beggar whom sits in the street on his miserable throne of defeat

[00:02:15] Envisions no wealth there to meet thinking nowhere is far

[00:02:27] And the laughter of children employed by the fantasies not yet destroyed

[00:02:39] By the dogmas of those they avoid knowing not what they are

[00:02:52] And the right and the wrong and insane

[00:02:58] And the answers they cannot explain

[00:03:04] Pulsate from my soul through my brain in a Spanish guitar

[00:04:09] To play on a Spanish guitar with the sun shining down where you are

[00:04:22] Skipping and singing a bar from the music around

[00:04:35] Just to laugh through the columns of trees to soar like a seagull in breeze

[00:04:48] To stand in the rain if you please or to never be found