歌曲 | Teahouse On The Tracks |
歌手 | Donald Fagen |
专辑 | Kamakiriad |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Fagen | |
Out on the fringe | |
Where the shallows meet the scratchlands | |
Out where hope and the highway ends | |
You can park or cruise | |
Both ways you lose | |
This is Flytown now my friend | |
You take a walk on Bleak Street | |
Tonight could be the night you crash | |
Then you turn and stop | |
Start to fingerpop | |
You think you hear a wailin' combo | |
You climb a flight of twisted stairs | |
Some cat says buddy | |
If you've got eyes | |
To rhythmatize | |
Bring your flat hat and your ax | |
'Cause tonight at ten | |
We'll be workin' again | |
At the Teahouse on the Tracks | |
The Siegel Bros. were slammin' out a baion | |
So slick it should have been a crime | |
Irene and Flocko and little Amy Khan | |
Lead off the big front line | |
The crowd was bouncin' in sync with the pulse | |
You get a case of party feet | |
(Then the room turns bright | |
And fills up with light) | |
And then from somewhere deep inside you | |
Some frozen stuff begins to crack | |
Better hurry | |
If you've got eyes | |
To rhythmatize | |
Bring your flat hat and your ax | |
'Cause tonight at ten | |
We'll be workin' again | |
At the Teahouse on the Tracks | |
Take the T-Line to Bleak and Divine | |
Just above the Good Time Flats | |
It's your last chance | |
To learn how to dance | |
At the Teahouse on the Tracks | |
On Sunday morning | |
You're back at the wheel | |
You're feelng calm and crisp and strong | |
If you've got eyes | |
To rhythmatize | |
Bring your flat hat and your ax | |
'Cause tonight at ten | |
We'll be workin' again | |
At the Teahouse on the Tracks | |
If it feels right | |
Just drive for the light | |
That's the groovessential facts | |
Someday we'll all meet at the end of the street | |
At the Teahouse on the Tracks |
zuo ci : Fagen | |
Out on the fringe | |
Where the shallows meet the scratchlands | |
Out where hope and the highway ends | |
You can park or cruise | |
Both ways you lose | |
This is Flytown now my friend | |
You take a walk on Bleak Street | |
Tonight could be the night you crash | |
Then you turn and stop | |
Start to fingerpop | |
You think you hear a wailin' combo | |
You climb a flight of twisted stairs | |
Some cat says buddy | |
If you' ve got eyes | |
To rhythmatize | |
Bring your flat hat and your ax | |
' Cause tonight at ten | |
We' ll be workin' again | |
At the Teahouse on the Tracks | |
The Siegel Bros. were slammin' out a baion | |
So slick it should have been a crime | |
Irene and Flocko and little Amy Khan | |
Lead off the big front line | |
The crowd was bouncin' in sync with the pulse | |
You get a case of party feet | |
Then the room turns bright | |
And fills up with light | |
And then from somewhere deep inside you | |
Some frozen stuff begins to crack | |
Better hurry | |
If you' ve got eyes | |
To rhythmatize | |
Bring your flat hat and your ax | |
' Cause tonight at ten | |
We' ll be workin' again | |
At the Teahouse on the Tracks | |
Take the TLine to Bleak and Divine | |
Just above the Good Time Flats | |
It' s your last chance | |
To learn how to dance | |
At the Teahouse on the Tracks | |
On Sunday morning | |
You' re back at the wheel | |
You' re feelng calm and crisp and strong | |
If you' ve got eyes | |
To rhythmatize | |
Bring your flat hat and your ax | |
' Cause tonight at ten | |
We' ll be workin' again | |
At the Teahouse on the Tracks | |
If it feels right | |
Just drive for the light | |
That' s the groovessential facts | |
Someday we' ll all meet at the end of the street | |
At the Teahouse on the Tracks |
zuò cí : Fagen | |
Out on the fringe | |
Where the shallows meet the scratchlands | |
Out where hope and the highway ends | |
You can park or cruise | |
Both ways you lose | |
This is Flytown now my friend | |
You take a walk on Bleak Street | |
Tonight could be the night you crash | |
Then you turn and stop | |
Start to fingerpop | |
You think you hear a wailin' combo | |
You climb a flight of twisted stairs | |
Some cat says buddy | |
If you' ve got eyes | |
To rhythmatize | |
Bring your flat hat and your ax | |
' Cause tonight at ten | |
We' ll be workin' again | |
At the Teahouse on the Tracks | |
The Siegel Bros. were slammin' out a baion | |
So slick it should have been a crime | |
Irene and Flocko and little Amy Khan | |
Lead off the big front line | |
The crowd was bouncin' in sync with the pulse | |
You get a case of party feet | |
Then the room turns bright | |
And fills up with light | |
And then from somewhere deep inside you | |
Some frozen stuff begins to crack | |
Better hurry | |
If you' ve got eyes | |
To rhythmatize | |
Bring your flat hat and your ax | |
' Cause tonight at ten | |
We' ll be workin' again | |
At the Teahouse on the Tracks | |
Take the TLine to Bleak and Divine | |
Just above the Good Time Flats | |
It' s your last chance | |
To learn how to dance | |
At the Teahouse on the Tracks | |
On Sunday morning | |
You' re back at the wheel | |
You' re feelng calm and crisp and strong | |
If you' ve got eyes | |
To rhythmatize | |
Bring your flat hat and your ax | |
' Cause tonight at ten | |
We' ll be workin' again | |
At the Teahouse on the Tracks | |
If it feels right | |
Just drive for the light | |
That' s the groovessential facts | |
Someday we' ll all meet at the end of the street | |
At the Teahouse on the Tracks |