歌曲 | Picture Postcards From L.A. |
歌手 | Joshua Kadison |
专辑 | Audio's Audiophile, vol.5: Ebony And Ivory |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Joshua Kadison Music:Joshua Kadison | |
I'm the piano player down at Eddie's bar, | |
and Rachel she's the waitress who wants to be a star. | |
She swears she's gonna make it, make it big someday, | |
and she'll send me picture postcards from L.A. | |
When it's time for closing, I play while Rachel cleans. | |
She listens to my music, I listen to her dreams. | |
She swears she's gonna make it, she's going all the way | |
and I say, "Send me picture postcards from L.A. | |
"Send me postcards from L.A. signed with love forevermore. | |
Picture postcards from L.A. to hang on my refrigerator door. | |
Rachel, if you find me one, I'd love a picture of the California sun" | |
When Rachel shares my pillow she always asks me things | |
like do I really think she's pretty, do I like the way she sings? | |
I don't know how to answer, so I always smile and say, | |
I say, "Send me picture postcards from L.A. | |
"Send me postcards from L.A. signed with love forevermore. | |
Picture postcards from L.A. to hang on my refrigerator door. | |
Rachel, if you find me one, I'd love a picture of the California sun" | |
Sometimes Rachel stands up in the middle of the bar | |
and does a scene from the late show. | |
We all clap our hands as she puts her apron on | |
and says, "Next week, I'm gonna go." | |
She'll even buy a ticket and pack her things to leave. | |
Though we all know the story we pretend that we believe. | |
But something always comes up, something always makes her stay. | |
And still no picture postcards from L.A. | |
"Send me postcards from L.A. signed with love forevermore. | |
Picture postcards from L.A. to hang on my refrigerator door. | |
Rachel, if you find me one, I'd love a picture of the California sun" | |
I'm the piano player down at Eddie's bar, | |
and Rachel she's the waitress who wants to be a star. |
Lyrics: Joshua Kadison Music: Joshua Kadison | |
I' m the piano player down at Eddie' s bar, | |
and Rachel she' s the waitress who wants to be a star. | |
She swears she' s gonna make it, make it big someday, | |
and she' ll send me picture postcards from L. A. | |
When it' s time for closing, I play while Rachel cleans. | |
She listens to my music, I listen to her dreams. | |
She swears she' s gonna make it, she' s going all the way | |
and I say, " Send me picture postcards from L. A. | |
" Send me postcards from L. A. signed with love forevermore. | |
Picture postcards from L. A. to hang on my refrigerator door. | |
Rachel, if you find me one, I' d love a picture of the California sun" | |
When Rachel shares my pillow she always asks me things | |
like do I really think she' s pretty, do I like the way she sings? | |
I don' t know how to answer, so I always smile and say, | |
I say, " Send me picture postcards from L. A. | |
" Send me postcards from L. A. signed with love forevermore. | |
Picture postcards from L. A. to hang on my refrigerator door. | |
Rachel, if you find me one, I' d love a picture of the California sun" | |
Sometimes Rachel stands up in the middle of the bar | |
and does a scene from the late show. | |
We all clap our hands as she puts her apron on | |
and says, " Next week, I' m gonna go." | |
She' ll even buy a ticket and pack her things to leave. | |
Though we all know the story we pretend that we believe. | |
But something always comes up, something always makes her stay. | |
And still no picture postcards from L. A. | |
" Send me postcards from L. A. signed with love forevermore. | |
Picture postcards from L. A. to hang on my refrigerator door. | |
Rachel, if you find me one, I' d love a picture of the California sun" | |
I' m the piano player down at Eddie' s bar, | |
and Rachel she' s the waitress who wants to be a star. |
Lyrics: Joshua Kadison Music: Joshua Kadison | |
I' m the piano player down at Eddie' s bar, | |
and Rachel she' s the waitress who wants to be a star. | |
She swears she' s gonna make it, make it big someday, | |
and she' ll send me picture postcards from L. A. | |
When it' s time for closing, I play while Rachel cleans. | |
She listens to my music, I listen to her dreams. | |
She swears she' s gonna make it, she' s going all the way | |
and I say, " Send me picture postcards from L. A. | |
" Send me postcards from L. A. signed with love forevermore. | |
Picture postcards from L. A. to hang on my refrigerator door. | |
Rachel, if you find me one, I' d love a picture of the California sun" | |
When Rachel shares my pillow she always asks me things | |
like do I really think she' s pretty, do I like the way she sings? | |
I don' t know how to answer, so I always smile and say, | |
I say, " Send me picture postcards from L. A. | |
" Send me postcards from L. A. signed with love forevermore. | |
Picture postcards from L. A. to hang on my refrigerator door. | |
Rachel, if you find me one, I' d love a picture of the California sun" | |
Sometimes Rachel stands up in the middle of the bar | |
and does a scene from the late show. | |
We all clap our hands as she puts her apron on | |
and says, " Next week, I' m gonna go." | |
She' ll even buy a ticket and pack her things to leave. | |
Though we all know the story we pretend that we believe. | |
But something always comes up, something always makes her stay. | |
And still no picture postcards from L. A. | |
" Send me postcards from L. A. signed with love forevermore. | |
Picture postcards from L. A. to hang on my refrigerator door. | |
Rachel, if you find me one, I' d love a picture of the California sun" | |
I' m the piano player down at Eddie' s bar, | |
and Rachel she' s the waitress who wants to be a star. |