Excerpted from: "Crazy Heart"
Title: Brand new angel's
hoarse voice brings us there.
Well it rained last night
And the stars shone bright
And way off yonder
We heard the whippoorwill
At the first light of dawn
We heard that he was gone
Our hearts was empty
And our eyes was filled
Open the gates
Welcome him in
There’s a brand new angel
A brand new angel
With an old violin
In music he heard
All the songs of the birds
And he said that some songs
Was like clear fall day
Well he gave his last refrain
O but his song will remain
Though he's put his bow down
And closed his case
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night misty rain, clear and bright stars, winding a long way into the distance, the first ray of dawn, I heard Nighthawk Screams, we hear him leave, our hearts are empty. Tears filled his eyes, and the curtain was lightly peculiar, waiting to be greeted by the king, outside the door was a strange angel, strange angel, holding a shabby violin in his hand.
Label: Jeff Bridges' crazy heart.
I have been loved and abandoned. I have been wandering around in my life, giving everything like a man, all in order to get you. I gave everything like a man to get you, I was blessed and cursed, all the lies came out, and I went through purgatory to experience everything in order to get you. To go through purgatory and experience everything is to get you. Seeing your figure outside the door, but I came late and saw your tears drop, but I could not rush to your side, I climbed to a high place and fell again, I was defeated but I didn’t know it, I went far away The country is all to get you. Going to faraway countries is all to get you, all to get you. ("In order to get you")
I used to be like this, but now I have changed. I used to be like this, but now I have changed. Who can I be tomorrow, who can guess. Money, women and health, I have no more fetters. Money, women and health, I have no more fetters. Now I am a brand new person, but you already belong to you.
(I should be who I should be.)
Baby, I don’t know where we will be, the future we once dreamed of, it was a long time ago, I don’t know. I don't know if you are my old friend or the lover who returns to my side. Where have you been? Baby, I don't know. Now you think I know better, but I don’t have much to say, write a song, write a letter, or write a book and say I don’t know, watching my life fall from the crack, like a far away train never looking back , Where did it go? Baby, I don't know. Now you think I’m clearer, but I don’t have much to say, write a song, write a letter, or write a book and say I don’t know. I have experienced ups and downs and there is not much left in the future. Why do I think we still have Opportunity, where does the wind come from? Baby, I don't know. Where does the wind come from? Baby, I don't know. ("I Don't Know")
(I never became famous because of my charm.)
I went to places I shouldn't be, saw people that shouldn't be seen, did things that shouldn't be done, and became a person who shouldn't be . A weak voice told me that all this was wrong, another voice said to me that it was all okay. I used to think I was strong, but recently I was defeated. Strange and strange, for a moment, it felt like falling like flying. I am tired of acting as a good person, and I start to miss the freedom of the past. No longer pretend to be polite, and just be myself again. I didn’t want to hurt anyone, just stick to my own way. If there is a real world of bliss, you have to pay for it. It’s weird and strange, for a moment, it feels like flying, weird, for a moment, it feels like falling. Flying, and only knowing to cherish after losing, even if there is a wrong thing, there is a cause, especially the wrong thing. Strange and strange, for a moment, it felt like falling like flying...("Falling Flight") It
was still the same old tune, accompanied by violin and guitar, where did these things come from, shiny costumes and dazzling cars, how much Years are the same, we need to change. As soon as I arrived in Nashville, someone told me that, kid, you are finally here, old Hank can do it, and I believe you can do it too, but I don’t think Hank does it, but I don’t think Hank does it.
(It’s great to be here with you tonight, but I’m so old, it’s possible everywhere.)
I was born in an apartment in an alley, holding a guitar, singing every day, I went, gone, gone. I should know that love can never last. Through the whiskey in the quilt, I can see clearly that you are gone, gone, gone, I wasted too much time, time is pressing, I have to continue, my troubles have been Accompanied by the song, because I'm gone, gone, gone.
Your heart is uninhibited, but you never bow your head after repeated blows. There is no room for a weak soul here. You have made all your decisions and no longer regret it. Somehow, I feel that this is no longer home... Playing the guitar and sweating like rain, so your body is sore and you can’t tell the difference between day and night. In your eyes, the spirits are unforgettable, but the heart is far away before the body is moved. This place can't let you dream, and this place can't let you pass by with a smile. Pick up your crazy heart and love him again and again. The lover's tender kiss has long been far from your fingertips, and you have destroyed your own world. Your heart is uninhibited, and you never give up after repeated blows. There is no room for a weak soul...
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