Age of Treason

歌词
On a lone and windy hilltop beneath a roof of tin
In a little wallpapered bedroom I done my growin'.
'Twas there I dreamt my dreams, I hung my jeans
And wandered through my puberty as all do.
My mother was a tight nut bound up with false guilt
Strapped up in her fearing wall she had built.
The independent girl in a dark and cruel world
She'd lost the way to say, "OK, now lay back".
We disagreed on most things, I shouted peace and love
The family is mankind, the symbol of the dove.
She only saw the surface of things before her face
But I was young and argued on for hours.
My father he liked poetry, a scholar he might have made.
Had nothing, born a poor boy barefoot and underpaid
So the man worked with his hands up and down the land,
His dreams forgot he thought that I must follow.
With his marks as worker's wisdom he'd read a thing or two
He once had been a Mason but he never followed through.
Always kind and thoughtful, smelling of mushy oil
And he read me poetry of visionaries.
I flunk my way to college, a looser kind of school
But we bobbed and played time arty, feeling cool
Just to live an artists diggin' the ravin' scene
Reading Kerouac and Ginsberg well deuced.
I was not academic, Art and English neat,
The history of mankind I liked that a bit.
And what was I to do ? The choices they were few,
I done right disgrace to the working classes
I done right disgrace to the working classes
I done right disgrace to the working classes
I done right disgrace to the working classes.
专辑信息
1.London Town
2.Catch the Wind
3.The Tinker and the Crab
4.Season of the Witch
5.Riki Tiki Tavi
6.Atlantis
7.Lalena
8.Guinevere
9.I Like You
10.Cosmic Wheels
11.Dark-Eyed Blue Jean Angel
12.Age of Treason
13.The Quest
14.Rock and Roll Souljer
15.Epistle to Dippy
16.Writer in the Sun
17.Roots of Oak
18.Museum
19.Breezes of Patchulie
20.The Trip
21.To Susan on the West Coast Waiting
22.Codine