歌曲 | Steam Radio Song |
歌手 | Stackridge |
专辑 | Mr. Mick |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Augarde, Davis | |
Before your very eyes | |
The whole of the rubbish heaps come alive | |
"Once I was god" said a busted up steam radio | |
"The whole of creation knew nothing 'till I told them so" | |
"I was the news, I was Basie's blues" | |
"I was Barton's law, I was start of war" | |
I shouted "ARMISTICE!", the goons never got such applause | |
My voice was terrific for days i was doing encores | |
But now I am tossed to the ground | |
Thrown by the hands that applauded my sounds | |
Down amongst the dead men I lie | |
Cathode come home is my dream 'till I die | |
"Worst of it all," said a buckled old fiddle and fife | |
No change of company, doomed for the rest of your life | |
Talk to your neighbour all day | |
Same conversation and nothing to say | |
In our retirement we find | |
Piece of the body but no peace of mind | |
No peace of mind | |
Bored all the time | |
It's just incredible | |
I'm sorry | |
I'm sorry |
zuo qu : Augarde, Davis | |
Before your very eyes | |
The whole of the rubbish heaps come alive | |
" Once I was god" said a busted up steam radio | |
" The whole of creation knew nothing ' till I told them so" | |
" I was the news, I was Basie' s blues" | |
" I was Barton' s law, I was start of war" | |
I shouted " ARMISTICE!", the goons never got such applause | |
My voice was terrific for days i was doing encores | |
But now I am tossed to the ground | |
Thrown by the hands that applauded my sounds | |
Down amongst the dead men I lie | |
Cathode come home is my dream ' till I die | |
" Worst of it all," said a buckled old fiddle and fife | |
No change of company, doomed for the rest of your life | |
Talk to your neighbour all day | |
Same conversation and nothing to say | |
In our retirement we find | |
Piece of the body but no peace of mind | |
No peace of mind | |
Bored all the time | |
It' s just incredible | |
I' m sorry | |
I' m sorry |
zuò qǔ : Augarde, Davis | |
Before your very eyes | |
The whole of the rubbish heaps come alive | |
" Once I was god" said a busted up steam radio | |
" The whole of creation knew nothing ' till I told them so" | |
" I was the news, I was Basie' s blues" | |
" I was Barton' s law, I was start of war" | |
I shouted " ARMISTICE!", the goons never got such applause | |
My voice was terrific for days i was doing encores | |
But now I am tossed to the ground | |
Thrown by the hands that applauded my sounds | |
Down amongst the dead men I lie | |
Cathode come home is my dream ' till I die | |
" Worst of it all," said a buckled old fiddle and fife | |
No change of company, doomed for the rest of your life | |
Talk to your neighbour all day | |
Same conversation and nothing to say | |
In our retirement we find | |
Piece of the body but no peace of mind | |
No peace of mind | |
Bored all the time | |
It' s just incredible | |
I' m sorry | |
I' m sorry |