格莱美获奖歌曲:我的心在荒芜中等待 Waiting In The Weeds

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好歌推荐：我的心在荒芜中等待 Waiting In The Weeds

专辑涵盖流行摇滚、民谣摇滚、抒情摇滚、拉丁摇滚、史诗摇滚等各式各样的摇滚品种。环保意识的歌曲《No More Walks In The Wood》揭开序幕，接着是曾为老鹰合唱团创作过畅销曲《Best Of My Love》的摇滚歌手J.D. Souther在1974年所写的典型老鹰式民谣摇滚小品《How Long》。《Do Something》表达了乐团对于周遭环境与时局的关心。《Long Road Out Of Eden》则是反讽人类文明的堕落，同时也感慨现代社会充满对立、哗众取宠的现象。

Artist：Eagles
Song：Waiting In The Weeds

It's coming on the end of August.
Another summer's promise almost gone.
And thought I heard some wise men say that every dog will have his day,
He never mentioned that these dog days get so long.

I don't know when I realized the dream was over.
Well, there was no particular hour, no given day.
You know it didn't go down in flames,
There was no final scene, no frozen frame,
I just watched it slowly fade away.

And I've been waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for my time to come around again.
And hope is floating on the breeze,
Carrying my soul high up above the ground.
And I've been keeping to myself,
Knowing that the seasons are slowly changing.
Even know you're with somebody else,
He'll never love you like I do.

I've been biding¹ time with the crows and sparrows,
While peacocks prance² and strut³ up on the stage.
If finding love is just a dance, proximity⁴ and chance,
You will excuse me if I skip the masquerade.

And I've been waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for the dust to settle down.
Along the back roads, running through the fields,
Lying on the outskirts⁵ of this lonesome town.
And I imagine sunlight in your hair, you're at the county fair,
You're holding hands and laughing,
And now the Ferris Wheel has stopped,
You're swinging on the top, suspended there with him,
And he's the darling of the chic⁶, playboy of the week,
The flavor of the week is melting down your pretty summer dress,
baby what a mess you're making.

I've been stumbling though some dark places,
And I'm following the cloud.
I know I've fallen out of your good graces
It's all right now.

And I've been waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for the summer rain to fall.
Upon the wild birds, scattering⁷ the seeds,
Answering the calling of the
Tide's Eternal tune⁸, the phases of the moon,
The chambers⁹ of the heart, the egg and dart¹⁰.
A small gray spider spinning in the dark,
In spite of all the times the web is torn apart.

And I've been waiting in the weeds,
Waiting for my time to come around again.
And hope is floating on the breeze,
Carrying my soul high up above the ground.
And I've been keeping to myself,
Knowing that the seasons are slowly changing.
Even know you're with somebody else,
He'll never love you like I do.