作词 : Phil Ochs
作曲 : Phil Ochs
Millionaires and paupers walk the hungry streets
Rich and poor companions of the restless beat
Strangers in a foreign land
Strike a match with trembling hand
Learn too much to ever understand
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
Lover's quarrel, snarl away their happiness
Kissed crumble in a web of lonliness
It's written by the poison pen
Voices break before they bend
The door is slammed
It's over, once again
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
Poets agonize, they cannot find the words
And the stone stares at the sculptor asks "are you absurd?"
The painter paints his brushes back
Through the canvas runs a crack
Portrait of the pain never answers back
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
Soldiers, disillusioned, come home from the war
Sarcastic students tell them not to fight no more
And they argue through the night
Black is black and white is white
Walk away both knowing they are right
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
Smoke dreams of escaping souls are drifting by
Dull the pain of living as they slowly die
Smiles change into a sneer
washed away by whiskey tears
In the quicksand of their mind they disappear
Still nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
Feeble, aged, people almost to their knees
Complain about the present using memories
Never found their pot of gold
Wrinkled hands pound weary holes
Each line screams out you're old, you're old, you're old
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
And the flower lady hobbles home without a sale
Tattered shreds of petals leave a fading trail
Not a pause to hold a rose
Even she no longer knows
The lamp goes out the evening now is closed
And nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000] 作词 : Phil Ochs
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Phil Ochs
[00:22.089]Millionaires and paupers walk the hungry streets
[00:31.046]Rich and poor companions of the restless beat
[00:39.415]Strangers in a foreign land
[00:43.637]Strike a match with trembling hand
[00:47.863]Learn too much to ever understand
[00:54.558]But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
[01:06.963]Lover's quarrel, snarl away their happiness
[01:15.149]Kissed crumble in a web of lonliness
[01:23.693]It's written by the poison pen
[01:28.206]Voices break before they bend
[01:31.758]The door is slammed
[01:34.512]It's over, once again
[01:38.941]But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
[01:51.239]Poets agonize, they cannot find the words
[01:58.496]And the stone stares at the sculptor asks "are you absurd?"
[02:07.127]The painter paints his brushes back
[02:11.857]Through the canvas runs a crack
[02:15.875]Portrait of the pain never answers back
[02:22.567]But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
[02:38.944]Soldiers, disillusioned, come home from the war
[02:46.894]Sarcastic students tell them not to fight no more
[02:55.837]And they argue through the night
[02:59.959]Black is black and white is white
[03:04.153]Walk away both knowing they are right
[03:10.756]But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
[03:23.063]Smoke dreams of escaping souls are drifting by
[03:31.608]Dull the pain of living as they slowly die
[03:39.917]Smiles change into a sneer
[03:43.641]washed away by whiskey tears
[03:47.569]In the quicksand of their mind they disappear
[03:55.443]Still nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
[04:07.869]Feeble, aged, people almost to their knees
[04:15.660]Complain about the present using memories
[04:24.434]Never found their pot of gold
[04:28.415]Wrinkled hands pound weary holes
[04:32.326]Each line screams out you're old, you're old, you're old
[04:41.366]But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
[04:57.924]And the flower lady hobbles home without a sale
[05:06.209]Tattered shreds of petals leave a fading trail
[05:14.437]Not a pause to hold a rose
[05:19.018]Even she no longer knows
[05:22.908]The lamp goes out the evening now is closed
[05:30.243]And nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
作词 : Phil Ochs
作曲 : Phil Ochs
Millionaires and paupers walk the hungry streets
Rich and poor companions of the restless beat
Strangers in a foreign land
Strike a match with trembling hand
Learn too much to ever understand
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
Lover's quarrel, snarl away their happiness
Kissed crumble in a web of lonliness
It's written by the poison pen
Voices break before they bend
The door is slammed
It's over, once again
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
Poets agonize, they cannot find the words
And the stone stares at the sculptor asks "are you absurd?"
The painter paints his brushes back
Through the canvas runs a crack
Portrait of the pain never answers back
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
Soldiers, disillusioned, come home from the war
Sarcastic students tell them not to fight no more
And they argue through the night
Black is black and white is white
Walk away both knowing they are right
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
Smoke dreams of escaping souls are drifting by
Dull the pain of living as they slowly die
Smiles change into a sneer
washed away by whiskey tears
In the quicksand of their mind they disappear
Still nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
Feeble, aged, people almost to their knees
Complain about the present using memories
Never found their pot of gold
Wrinkled hands pound weary holes
Each line screams out you're old, you're old, you're old
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
And the flower lady hobbles home without a sale
Tattered shreds of petals leave a fading trail
Not a pause to hold a rose
Even she no longer knows
The lamp goes out the evening now is closed
And nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000] 作词 : Phil Ochs
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Phil Ochs
[00:22.089]Millionaires and paupers walk the hungry streets
[00:31.046]Rich and poor companions of the restless beat
[00:39.415]Strangers in a foreign land
[00:43.637]Strike a match with trembling hand
[00:47.863]Learn too much to ever understand
[00:54.558]But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
[01:06.963]Lover's quarrel, snarl away their happiness
[01:15.149]Kissed crumble in a web of lonliness
[01:23.693]It's written by the poison pen
[01:28.206]Voices break before they bend
[01:31.758]The door is slammed
[01:34.512]It's over, once again
[01:38.941]But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
[01:51.239]Poets agonize, they cannot find the words
[01:58.496]And the stone stares at the sculptor asks "are you absurd?"
[02:07.127]The painter paints his brushes back
[02:11.857]Through the canvas runs a crack
[02:15.875]Portrait of the pain never answers back
[02:22.567]But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
[02:38.944]Soldiers, disillusioned, come home from the war
[02:46.894]Sarcastic students tell them not to fight no more
[02:55.837]And they argue through the night
[02:59.959]Black is black and white is white
[03:04.153]Walk away both knowing they are right
[03:10.756]But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
[03:23.063]Smoke dreams of escaping souls are drifting by
[03:31.608]Dull the pain of living as they slowly die
[03:39.917]Smiles change into a sneer
[03:43.641]washed away by whiskey tears
[03:47.569]In the quicksand of their mind they disappear
[03:55.443]Still nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
[04:07.869]Feeble, aged, people almost to their knees
[04:15.660]Complain about the present using memories
[04:24.434]Never found their pot of gold
[04:28.415]Wrinkled hands pound weary holes
[04:32.326]Each line screams out you're old, you're old, you're old
[04:41.366]But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
[04:57.924]And the flower lady hobbles home without a sale
[05:06.209]Tattered shreds of petals leave a fading trail
[05:14.437]Not a pause to hold a rose
[05:19.018]Even she no longer knows
[05:22.908]The lamp goes out the evening now is closed
[05:30.243]And nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady