歌曲 | Hurricane Room |
歌手 | The Blessing |
专辑 | Prince of the Deep Water |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Oh angel baby I tell you what is on your mind | |
A dealer running down the coast | |
And it’s coming on to leaving time | |
Unload in Alabama and we’re sailing on to St. Giles | |
I’m hitching on a wave on the weather | |
On a seabird’s smile | |
Bad August on the moon kicking up the wind and rain | |
The wells hit 30 feet | |
Steal the balance from my brain | |
The Captain and his crew | |
Are cut-throats down in the Port of Spain | |
White-knuckled at the rains | |
His timbers wail in shame | |
See me wistful in some harbour bar | |
I tend the warm glass and the duelling scar | |
I sing my misappropriation song for lovers land-locked | |
Far too long | |
Oh angel baby I, lapping on a blue romance for cargo | |
And by compass with a serpent’s tail in chance | |
Through the forties and the Trades and a cutlass raised in rage | |
Just for cotton and tobacco | |
For whiskey and for gage | |
Take the whip to drive the sugar train | |
A scent plantation and banana rain | |
I sing my misappropriation song for lovers land-locked | |
Far too long | |
Hit it | |
Oh come inside the hurricane room | |
Oh come inside the hurricane room | |
Oh come inside the hurricane room | |
Angel baby you’re my hurricane room | |
Angel baby you’re my hurricane room | |
Love it |
Oh angel baby I tell you what is on your mind | |
A dealer running down the coast | |
And it' s coming on to leaving time | |
Unload in Alabama and we' re sailing on to St. Giles | |
I' m hitching on a wave on the weather | |
On a seabird' s smile | |
Bad August on the moon kicking up the wind and rain | |
The wells hit 30 feet | |
Steal the balance from my brain | |
The Captain and his crew | |
Are cutthroats down in the Port of Spain | |
Whiteknuckled at the rains | |
His timbers wail in shame | |
See me wistful in some harbour bar | |
I tend the warm glass and the duelling scar | |
I sing my misappropriation song for lovers landlocked | |
Far too long | |
Oh angel baby I, lapping on a blue romance for cargo | |
And by compass with a serpent' s tail in chance | |
Through the forties and the Trades and a cutlass raised in rage | |
Just for cotton and tobacco | |
For whiskey and for gage | |
Take the whip to drive the sugar train | |
A scent plantation and banana rain | |
I sing my misappropriation song for lovers landlocked | |
Far too long | |
Hit it | |
Oh come inside the hurricane room | |
Oh come inside the hurricane room | |
Oh come inside the hurricane room | |
Angel baby you' re my hurricane room | |
Angel baby you' re my hurricane room | |
Love it |
Oh angel baby I tell you what is on your mind | |
A dealer running down the coast | |
And it' s coming on to leaving time | |
Unload in Alabama and we' re sailing on to St. Giles | |
I' m hitching on a wave on the weather | |
On a seabird' s smile | |
Bad August on the moon kicking up the wind and rain | |
The wells hit 30 feet | |
Steal the balance from my brain | |
The Captain and his crew | |
Are cutthroats down in the Port of Spain | |
Whiteknuckled at the rains | |
His timbers wail in shame | |
See me wistful in some harbour bar | |
I tend the warm glass and the duelling scar | |
I sing my misappropriation song for lovers landlocked | |
Far too long | |
Oh angel baby I, lapping on a blue romance for cargo | |
And by compass with a serpent' s tail in chance | |
Through the forties and the Trades and a cutlass raised in rage | |
Just for cotton and tobacco | |
For whiskey and for gage | |
Take the whip to drive the sugar train | |
A scent plantation and banana rain | |
I sing my misappropriation song for lovers landlocked | |
Far too long | |
Hit it | |
Oh come inside the hurricane room | |
Oh come inside the hurricane room | |
Oh come inside the hurricane room | |
Angel baby you' re my hurricane room | |
Angel baby you' re my hurricane room | |
Love it |