歌词
194 West Rosemont in a cold New Hampshire town
I came in from Ohio, I'd been away too long
My little brother's playing the guitar
Keeping up with the old man
I bought myself a four-string bass, so I could join the band
Rains are running down the walls
Harmonies' a rising flood
Them basement tapes, the songs of sorrow, oh, oh
We live and breathe, the band plays on (ah ah, ah ah)
194 West Rosemont in a cold New Hampshire town
Mum and dad been fighting again, just like they always have
My little brother finds the old man's truth
In the floorboards, in the strings
So many ways to dull the pain, but daddy keeps on singing
Rains are running down the walls
Harmonies' a rising flood
Them basement tapes, the songs of sorrow, oh oh
We live and breathe, the band plays on (ah ah, ah ah)
194 West Rosemont, we left you way back when
The fighting's never left us though, we're taking punches still
You face the music long enough, you learn to juke and jive
There ain't no peace as long as you think fighting's being alive
Rains are running down the walls
Harmonies' a rising flood
Them basement tapes, the songs of sorrow, oh oh
We live and breathe, the band plays on (ah ah, ah ah)
We live and breathe, the band plays on (ah ah, ah ah)
We live and breathe, the band plays on (ah ah, ah ah)