The Song Collector - Chumbawamba

The Song Collector - Chumbawamba
以下歌词翻译由文曲大模型提供
The Folk Society meet on Thursday nights
民间社团每逢周四夜晚相聚
Clear their throats and put their coughs to flight
清嗓止咳，准备开唱
To sing the dusty cobwebs from the room
用歌声驱散屋内的尘网
A repertoire both in and out of tune
曲目时而和谐，时而走调
Don't assume a singalong or worse
别以为只是简单的合唱或更糟
This history in song and countless verse
这历史以歌曲和无数诗句呈现
Pays homage to the man who long ago
向那位久远的人致敬
Collected all the songs the singers know
他收集了所有歌手熟知的歌曲
Collected all the songs the singers know
他收集了所有歌手熟知的歌曲
Edward Alexander man of action
爱德华·亚历山大，行动派的人
Armed only with his reel-to-reel contraption
仅凭他的盘式录音设备
One hundred years ago in mac and boots
一百年前，穿着马甲和靴子
Set out to faithfully preserve the region's roots
出发去忠实地保存这片土地的根源
And every night in some small village inn
每晚在某个小村庄的酒馆里
Fortified with fortitude and gin
凭借勇气和杜松子酒的力量
Mr Alexander for a shilling
亚历山大先生 以一先令的价格
Would thus record your song if you were willing
愿意记录下你的歌 如果你愿意
Would thus record your song if you were willing
愿意记录下你的歌 如果你愿意
So word got round and soon there formed a queue
消息传开 很快排起了长队
And the line of willing singers grew and grew
愿意唱歌的人越来越多
Brass for oohs and aahs You can't go wrong
用铜钱换取欢呼 你不会出错
When there's someone paying a shilling for a song
当有人愿意为一首歌付一先令
When all his tapes are filled up Edward leaves
当所有磁带录满 Edward离开了
There's a history preserved so he believes
他相信历史已被保存
But all the so-called singers back inside
但那些所谓的歌手们心知肚明
They know they took a city scholar for a ride
他们知道他们戏弄了一个城里来的学者
They know they took a city scholar for a ride
他们知道他们戏弄了一个城里来的学者
For they shook the man for every coin he'd got
因为他们榨干了他身上的每一分钱
With words and tunes all made up on the spot
用即兴编造的歌词和曲调
Invented tales not twenty minutes old
编造出不到二十分钟的故事
So history like ale is bought and sold
历史如麦酒般被买卖交易
The old contraption's packed away and boxed
那古老的设备已打包封存
And a century is marked upon the clock
时钟上标记着一个世纪的流逝
So tradition holds that Edward's great collection
传统延续，Edward的伟大收藏
Is honoured with a weekly resurrection
每周都被复活以示敬意
Honoured with a weekly resurrection
每周都被复活以示敬意
And now the old Society sing the songs
如今，古老的社团唱着这些歌
Word for word and kept where they belong
一字不差，保留它们应有的位置
As once again they eulogise the past
当人们再次颂扬过去
You can hear the ghosts of history laughing last
你能听见历史的幽灵在最后嘲笑
You can hear the ghosts of history laughing last
你能听见历史的幽灵在最后嘲笑