[00:00.00] 作词 : Greg Freeman
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Greg Freeman
[00:09.91]In the blue frozen morning
[00:15.93]Of the Valentine’s Day Parade
[00:22.45]Twenty striking firemen went walking
[00:29.62]Out on the engine 85 brigade
[00:35.34]After 3 weeks with no contract
[00:43.08]That’s 3 weeks with no pay
[00:49.00]I saw smoke out on the horizon
[00:56.24]But heard no sirens go that way
[01:10.51]In the outskirt wooden buildings
[01:18.06]The winds only fed the flames
[01:24.49]And 3 people died by the evening
[01:31.95]And people looked for someone to blame
[01:38.29]Sitting in the station barroom
[01:46.06]We watched the news of that event
[01:52.31]From what I’ve tasted of bitterness
[01:59.84]3 dollars is rarely better spent
[02:30.98]In the burned-over district
[02:37.38]I guess some things were won
[02:43.34]for some it’s something to remember
[02:50.62]for most you don’t say nothin
[02:56.70]And in the psychic-silo highways
[03:04.60]Or the glacial lakes across your brain
[03:10.97]A dusty brass door-knocker echoes
[03:18.39]When you hear your lover’s name
[03:24.78]There’s still a few lonesome places
[03:32.41]With no patron saints assigned
[03:38.79]but there’s Ethan Allen for the bedroom
[03:46.70]And Joseph Smith for the mind
[03:52.92]And when that final deal went down
[04:00.27]The whole town walked out onto the ice
[04:06.84]And for the first time that season
[04:14.31]You could’ve walked clear to the other side
[04:20.73]And for the first time that season
[04:28.16]You could’ve walked clear to the other side

作词 : Greg Freeman
作曲 : Greg Freeman
In the blue frozen morning
Of the Valentine’s Day Parade
Twenty striking firemen went walking
Out on the engine 85 brigade
After 3 weeks with no contract
That’s 3 weeks with no pay
I saw smoke out on the horizon
But heard no sirens go that way
In the outskirt wooden buildings
The winds only fed the flames
And 3 people died by the evening
And people looked for someone to blame
Sitting in the station barroom
We watched the news of that event
From what I’ve tasted of bitterness
3 dollars is rarely better spent
In the burned-over district
I guess some things were won
for some it’s something to remember
for most you don’t say nothin
And in the psychic-silo highways
Or the glacial lakes across your brain
A dusty brass door-knocker echoes
When you hear your lover’s name
There’s still a few lonesome places
With no patron saints assigned
but there’s Ethan Allen for the bedroom
And Joseph Smith for the mind
And when that final deal went down
The whole town walked out onto the ice
And for the first time that season
You could’ve walked clear to the other side
And for the first time that season
You could’ve walked clear to the other side