[00:00.000] 作词 : Patrick Stickles
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Patrick Stickles
[00:09.700]From whence shall we expect the approach of danger?
[00:14.700]Shall some transatlantic giant step the earth and crush us at a blow?
[00:21.700] Never!
[00:22.700]All the armies of Europe and Asia could not, by force
[00:27.700]take a drink from the Ohio River
[00:30.700] or set a track on the Blue Ridge
[00:33.700] in the trial of a thousand years
[00:38.700]If destruction be our lot,
[00:40.700] we ourselves must be its author and finisher
[00:45.700]As a nation of free men,
[00:48.700]we will live forever,
[00:51.700]or die by suicide.
[00:54.700](Abraham Lincoln, address to the Young Men's Lyceum of Springfield, IL, January, 1838)
[01:03.700]There'll be no more counting the cars on the garden state parkway
[01:09.700]Nor waiting for the Fung Wah bus to carry me to who-knows-where
[01:14.700]And when I stand tonight, 'neath the lights of the Fenway
[01:20.700]Will I not yell like hell for the glory of the Newark Bears?
[01:26.700]Because where I'm going to now, no one can ever hurt me
[01:30.700]Where the well of human hatred is shallow and dry
[01:35.700]No, I never wanted to change the world
[01:38.700]but I'm looking for a new New Jersey
[01:42.700]Because tramps like us,
[02:20.700]baby, we were born to die
[03:02.700]I'm doing 70 on 17,
[03:06.700]I'm doing 80 over 84
[03:09.700]And I never let the Meritt Parkway magnetize me no more
[03:14.700]Give me a brutal Somerville summer,
[03:17.700]Give me a cruel New England winter
[03:20.700]Give me the great Pine Barrens
[03:22.700]So I can see them turned into splinters
[03:25.700]Cos if I come in on a donkey,
[03:28.700] let me go out on a gurney
[03:30.700]I want to realize too late I never should have left New Jersey
[04:39.700]I sense the enemy
[04:40.700] they're rustling around in the trees
[04:43.700]I thought I had gotten away but they followed me to 02143
[04:50.700]Woe, oh woe is me
[04:53.700] no one knows the trouble I see
[04:57.700]When they hang Jeff Davis from a sourapple tree
[04:59.700] I'll sit beneath the leaves and weep
[05:02.700]None of us shall be saved
[05:06.700]every man will be a slave
[05:09.700]For John Brown's body lies a'mouldring in the grave
[05:15.700]So if it's time for choosing sides
[05:19.700]and there's rumbling down in the caves
[05:19.700] and to show this dirty city how we do the Jersey Slide
[05:22.700] And if it deserves a better class of criminal
[05:25.700]Then I'm'a give it to them tonight
[05:29.700]So we'll rally around the flag
[05:32.700]rally around the flag
[05:36.700]Rally around the flag, boys, rally once again,
[05:39.700]Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom
[05:42.700]Rally around the flag
[05:45.700]rally around the flag
[05:49.700]Glory, glory, Hallelujah, His truth is marching on
[06:51.700]I will be as harsh as truth and as uncompromising as justice.
[06:54.700]On this subject,
[06:55.700] I do not wish to speak, or think, or write with moderation.
[07:00.700]I am in earnest.
[07:02.700]I will not equivocate
[07:03.700] I will not excuse
[07:05.700]I will not retreat a single inch
[07:07.700]and I will be heard

作词 : Patrick Stickles
作曲 : Patrick Stickles
From whence shall we expect the approach of danger?
Shall some transatlantic giant step the earth and crush us at a blow?
Never!
All the armies of Europe and Asia could not, by force
take a drink from the Ohio River
or set a track on the Blue Ridge
in the trial of a thousand years
If destruction be our lot,
we ourselves must be its author and finisher
As a nation of free men,
we will live forever,
or die by suicide.
(Abraham Lincoln, address to the Young Men's Lyceum of Springfield, IL, January, 1838)
There'll be no more counting the cars on the garden state parkway
Nor waiting for the Fung Wah bus to carry me to who-knows-where
And when I stand tonight, 'neath the lights of the Fenway
Will I not yell like hell for the glory of the Newark Bears?
Because where I'm going to now, no one can ever hurt me
Where the well of human hatred is shallow and dry
No, I never wanted to change the world
but I'm looking for a new New Jersey
Because tramps like us,
baby, we were born to die
I'm doing 70 on 17,
I'm doing 80 over 84
And I never let the Meritt Parkway magnetize me no more
Give me a brutal Somerville summer,
Give me a cruel New England winter
Give me the great Pine Barrens
So I can see them turned into splinters
Cos if I come in on a donkey,
let me go out on a gurney
I want to realize too late I never should have left New Jersey
I sense the enemy
they're rustling around in the trees
I thought I had gotten away but they followed me to 02143
Woe, oh woe is me
no one knows the trouble I see
When they hang Jeff Davis from a sourapple tree
I'll sit beneath the leaves and weep
None of us shall be saved
every man will be a slave
For John Brown's body lies a'mouldring in the grave
So if it's time for choosing sides
and there's rumbling down in the caves
and to show this dirty city how we do the Jersey Slide
And if it deserves a better class of criminal
Then I'm'a give it to them tonight
So we'll rally around the flag
rally around the flag
Rally around the flag, boys, rally once again,
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom
Rally around the flag
rally around the flag
Glory, glory, Hallelujah, His truth is marching on
I will be as harsh as truth and as uncompromising as justice.
On this subject,
I do not wish to speak, or think, or write with moderation.
I am in earnest.
I will not equivocate
I will not excuse
I will not retreat a single inch
and I will be heard