Lily White Way - normal 歌词

歌曲	Lily White Way - normal
歌手	Brian Vander Ark
专辑	Brian Vander Ark
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	作曲 : VanderArk
	I need inspiration,
	I'm so disconnected
	I look to the streets, but they're so disinfected
	I wish that
	I came from an edgier place
	With taxis and transients up in my face
	Where you write what you know and you know what you write
	Will be hailed as the second coming
	There's a buzz on the streets where you grew up homeless
	And begging for change
	Well, I'm begging for change
	Cause we're hung up on crosses and obeying bosses
	And there's no inspiration, just appreciation for
	Seventy and sunny and one for the money
	And two for the show on my lily white way
	There lives a black man, the seal has been broken
	And they marvel at how he's so very well spoken
	He must be a doctor or something productive
	His body let go, but his color seductive
	And all of the women, he's touching their lives
	While they're safe at home touching themselves
	And the men, they just love that there's something, anything happening at all
	Behind bedroom walls
	Cause they're hung up on crosses and obeying bosses
	And there's no inspiration, just appreciation for
	Seventy and sunny and one for the money
	And two for the show on my lily white way
	There's the sixties throwback who misses the
	DeadShe's a liberal at heart but conservative in bed
	And she held out on
	Starbucks as long as she could
	But the mom and pop store in our neighborhood
	Well, the workers all look down their noses at her
	She'll go broke trying to please them with tips
	So she gets to the corporate run coffee shop early
	Where the smell of it hits
	Before it reaches her lips
	She's bearing the crosses of neighborhood losses
	And the uninspired and semi-retired
	She's seventy and sunny, but it's one for the money
	And two for the show on her lily white way
	We're hung up on crosses and old
	Pagan bosses
	And there's no inspiration, just appreciation for
	Seventy and sunny and one for the money
	And two for the show on my lily white way
	A little destruction makes way for construction
	The city expansion holds traffic for ransom
	And brand new brick buildings, of those
	I am certain
	Will leave our lives so much more sterile than urban
	And welcome the progress or be overrun
	Every third house a pool, every second a gun
	And on Saturday evenings the doors open wide
	It's a neighborhood waltz
	That's the neighborhood pride
	And dresses disheveled from dances with devils
	Once hung up on crosses, now flipping off their bosses
	And everything is funny and it's one for the money
	And two for the show on their lily white way
	One night of living is
	Sunday forgiven
	All for the show on our lily white way
	I need inspiration,
	I'm so disconnected
	I look to the streets, but they're so disinfected

	zuo qu : VanderArk
	I need inspiration,
	I' m so disconnected
	I look to the streets, but they' re so disinfected
	I wish that
	I came from an edgier place
	With taxis and transients up in my face
	Where you write what you know and you know what you write
	Will be hailed as the second coming
	There' s a buzz on the streets where you grew up homeless
	And begging for change
	Well, I' m begging for change
	Cause we' re hung up on crosses and obeying bosses
	And there' s no inspiration, just appreciation for
	Seventy and sunny and one for the money
	And two for the show on my lily white way
	There lives a black man, the seal has been broken
	And they marvel at how he' s so very well spoken
	He must be a doctor or something productive
	His body let go, but his color seductive
	And all of the women, he' s touching their lives
	While they' re safe at home touching themselves
	And the men, they just love that there' s something, anything happening at all
	Behind bedroom walls
	Cause they' re hung up on crosses and obeying bosses
	And there' s no inspiration, just appreciation for
	Seventy and sunny and one for the money
	And two for the show on my lily white way
	There' s the sixties throwback who misses the
	DeadShe' s a liberal at heart but conservative in bed
	And she held out on
	Starbucks as long as she could
	But the mom and pop store in our neighborhood
	Well, the workers all look down their noses at her
	She' ll go broke trying to please them with tips
	So she gets to the corporate run coffee shop early
	Where the smell of it hits
	Before it reaches her lips
	She' s bearing the crosses of neighborhood losses
	And the uninspired and semiretired
	She' s seventy and sunny, but it' s one for the money
	And two for the show on her lily white way
	We' re hung up on crosses and old
	Pagan bosses
	And there' s no inspiration, just appreciation for
	Seventy and sunny and one for the money
	And two for the show on my lily white way
	A little destruction makes way for construction
	The city expansion holds traffic for ransom
	And brand new brick buildings, of those
	I am certain
	Will leave our lives so much more sterile than urban
	And welcome the progress or be overrun
	Every third house a pool, every second a gun
	And on Saturday evenings the doors open wide
	It' s a neighborhood waltz
	That' s the neighborhood pride
	And dresses disheveled from dances with devils
	Once hung up on crosses, now flipping off their bosses
	And everything is funny and it' s one for the money
	And two for the show on their lily white way
	One night of living is
	Sunday forgiven
	All for the show on our lily white way
	I need inspiration,
	I' m so disconnected
	I look to the streets, but they' re so disinfected

	zuò qǔ : VanderArk
	I need inspiration,
	I' m so disconnected
	I look to the streets, but they' re so disinfected
	I wish that
	I came from an edgier place
	With taxis and transients up in my face
	Where you write what you know and you know what you write
	Will be hailed as the second coming
	There' s a buzz on the streets where you grew up homeless
	And begging for change
	Well, I' m begging for change
	Cause we' re hung up on crosses and obeying bosses
	And there' s no inspiration, just appreciation for
	Seventy and sunny and one for the money
	And two for the show on my lily white way
	There lives a black man, the seal has been broken
	And they marvel at how he' s so very well spoken
	He must be a doctor or something productive
	His body let go, but his color seductive
	And all of the women, he' s touching their lives
	While they' re safe at home touching themselves
	And the men, they just love that there' s something, anything happening at all
	Behind bedroom walls
	Cause they' re hung up on crosses and obeying bosses
	And there' s no inspiration, just appreciation for
	Seventy and sunny and one for the money
	And two for the show on my lily white way
	There' s the sixties throwback who misses the
	DeadShe' s a liberal at heart but conservative in bed
	And she held out on
	Starbucks as long as she could
	But the mom and pop store in our neighborhood
	Well, the workers all look down their noses at her
	She' ll go broke trying to please them with tips
	So she gets to the corporate run coffee shop early
	Where the smell of it hits
	Before it reaches her lips
	She' s bearing the crosses of neighborhood losses
	And the uninspired and semiretired
	She' s seventy and sunny, but it' s one for the money
	And two for the show on her lily white way
	We' re hung up on crosses and old
	Pagan bosses
	And there' s no inspiration, just appreciation for
	Seventy and sunny and one for the money
	And two for the show on my lily white way
	A little destruction makes way for construction
	The city expansion holds traffic for ransom
	And brand new brick buildings, of those
	I am certain
	Will leave our lives so much more sterile than urban
	And welcome the progress or be overrun
	Every third house a pool, every second a gun
	And on Saturday evenings the doors open wide
	It' s a neighborhood waltz
	That' s the neighborhood pride
	And dresses disheveled from dances with devils
	Once hung up on crosses, now flipping off their bosses
	And everything is funny and it' s one for the money
	And two for the show on their lily white way
	One night of living is
	Sunday forgiven
	All for the show on our lily white way
	I need inspiration,
	I' m so disconnected
	I look to the streets, but they' re so disinfected

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