歌曲 | Satin Summer Nights |
歌手 | Paul Simon |
歌手 | YoungStar |
专辑 | Songs From The Capeman |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Simon, Walcott | |
Sal | |
I been sleeping on the roof of my building | |
It's cooler than the street. | |
I been watching the setting sun | |
As it bounces off the avenue | |
Turning into gold dust at my feet. | |
Oh-woh-oh | |
Carlos and yolanda | |
Dancing in the hallway | |
To an old melody | |
Spanish eyes and soft brown curls | |
My love, my love | |
Come to me. | |
I believe i'm in the power of saint lazarus. | |
And he holds me in his sight | |
I know that these jitterbug days i'm livin', | |
Well, they won't last for all of us, | |
But they'll last for a long summer night. | |
I can feel the fire in her eyes | |
Tonight, tonight | |
Under satin summer skies. | |
The vampires | |
Ooh-ooh-oo-ooh-ooh-oo | |
Ooh-woo-oo-oo | |
Girls | |
Baby, baby, baby | |
Be my special one | |
I seen you move in from across the street | |
I like the way you walk | |
I love the way you run | |
Baby, baby, | |
No more baby talk | |
Papi, this ain't mayag邦ez | |
This is the island of nueva york | |
We'll go through the projects, | |
Make-out on the roofs | |
An' count the stars like silver studs on | |
My . . . | |
Motorcycle boots | |
Tengan cuidado con ese tipo. | |
Ay verdad te digo, ese tipo es tan sucio. | |
?sucio! | |
Hernandez | |
You wastin' your time, they don't know what i do | |
You little ghetto weeds . . . i feel like killin' you. | |
Banana-colored light-skinned spics, | |
You feel your peel so fine? | |
I'm hern嫕dez, the umbrella man, | |
Your future's locked in mine. | |
The chaplains and the golden guineas | |
The red wings and the crowns, | |
The mighty mau maus, | |
Those shines from brooklyn, | |
They want to cut the vampires down | |
The savage skulls, the fordham baldies, | |
They'll treat you like you're piss | |
From the heart of the barrio, now my brother | |
We tell them mother ****ers suck on this. | |
I think we got something to talk about. | |
You're a coolie from the turf. | |
That's cool, but you don't get no respect around | |
Here unless you belong to a bopping gang . . . | |
I mean, you either belong or you get hurt. | |
Or you could buy some protection from me. | |
'cause if someone's got to die | |
To pay for the shit they done | |
I believe in an eye for an eye | |
What you believe in, salvador agr鏮? | |
Mr. agr鏮? se?or agr鏮? | |
Sal | |
I believe i'm in the power of st. lazarus | |
And he holds me in his sight | |
I believe he watches over us all | |
Don't tear apart | |
This satin summer night. | |
Lead vocal, background vocal, acoustic guitar-paul simon | |
Lead vocal-marc anthony | |
Background and duo vox-myrna gomila | |
Background and duo vox-teana rodriguez | |
Background vox-briz | |
Background vocal-karen bernod | |
Background vocal-renee connell-adams | |
Background vocal-dewayne snype | |
Background vocal-kia jeffries | |
Background vocal-ed vasquez | |
Background vocal-derrick james | |
Background vocal-edgar stewart | |
Cuatro-edgardo miranda | |
Tenor and baritone saxophone-david mann | |
Background vocals recorded by roy halee |
zuo ci : Simon, Walcott | |
Sal | |
I been sleeping on the roof of my building | |
It' s cooler than the street. | |
I been watching the setting sun | |
As it bounces off the avenue | |
Turning into gold dust at my feet. | |
Ohwohoh | |
Carlos and yolanda | |
Dancing in the hallway | |
To an old melody | |
Spanish eyes and soft brown curls | |
My love, my love | |
Come to me. | |
I believe i' m in the power of saint lazarus. | |
And he holds me in his sight | |
I know that these jitterbug days i' m livin', | |
Well, they won' t last for all of us, | |
But they' ll last for a long summer night. | |
I can feel the fire in her eyes | |
Tonight, tonight | |
Under satin summer skies. | |
The vampires | |
Oohoohoooohoohoo | |
Oohwoooooo | |
Girls | |
Baby, baby, baby | |
Be my special one | |
I seen you move in from across the street | |
I like the way you walk | |
I love the way you run | |
Baby, baby, | |
No more baby talk | |
Papi, this ain' t mayag bang ez | |
This is the island of nueva york | |
We' ll go through the projects, | |
Makeout on the roofs | |
An' count the stars like silver studs on | |
My . . . | |
Motorcycle boots | |
Tengan cuidado con ese tipo. | |
Ay verdad te digo, ese tipo es tan sucio. | |
? sucio! | |
Hernandez | |
You wastin' your time, they don' t know what i do | |
You little ghetto weeds . . . i feel like killin' you. | |
Bananacolored lightskinned spics, | |
You feel your peel so fine? | |
I' m hern yi dez, the umbrella man, | |
Your future' s locked in mine. | |
The chaplains and the golden guineas | |
The red wings and the crowns, | |
The mighty mau maus, | |
Those shines from brooklyn, | |
They want to cut the vampires down | |
The savage skulls, the fordham baldies, | |
They' ll treat you like you' re piss | |
From the heart of the barrio, now my brother | |
We tell them mother ers suck on this. | |
I think we got something to talk about. | |
You' re a coolie from the turf. | |
That' s cool, but you don' t get no respect around | |
Here unless you belong to a bopping gang . . . | |
I mean, you either belong or you get hurt. | |
Or you could buy some protection from me. | |
' cause if someone' s got to die | |
To pay for the shit they done | |
I believe in an eye for an eye | |
What you believe in, salvador agr kang? | |
Mr. agr kang? se? or agr kang? | |
Sal | |
I believe i' m in the power of st. lazarus | |
And he holds me in his sight | |
I believe he watches over us all | |
Don' t tear apart | |
This satin summer night. | |
Lead vocal, background vocal, acoustic guitarpaul simon | |
Lead vocalmarc anthony | |
Background and duo voxmyrna gomila | |
Background and duo voxteana rodriguez | |
Background voxbriz | |
Background vocalkaren bernod | |
Background vocalrenee connelladams | |
Background vocaldewayne snype | |
Background vocalkia jeffries | |
Background vocaled vasquez | |
Background vocalderrick james | |
Background vocaledgar stewart | |
Cuatroedgardo miranda | |
Tenor and baritone saxophonedavid mann | |
Background vocals recorded by roy halee |
zuò cí : Simon, Walcott | |
Sal | |
I been sleeping on the roof of my building | |
It' s cooler than the street. | |
I been watching the setting sun | |
As it bounces off the avenue | |
Turning into gold dust at my feet. | |
Ohwohoh | |
Carlos and yolanda | |
Dancing in the hallway | |
To an old melody | |
Spanish eyes and soft brown curls | |
My love, my love | |
Come to me. | |
I believe i' m in the power of saint lazarus. | |
And he holds me in his sight | |
I know that these jitterbug days i' m livin', | |
Well, they won' t last for all of us, | |
But they' ll last for a long summer night. | |
I can feel the fire in her eyes | |
Tonight, tonight | |
Under satin summer skies. | |
The vampires | |
Oohoohoooohoohoo | |
Oohwoooooo | |
Girls | |
Baby, baby, baby | |
Be my special one | |
I seen you move in from across the street | |
I like the way you walk | |
I love the way you run | |
Baby, baby, | |
No more baby talk | |
Papi, this ain' t mayag bāng ez | |
This is the island of nueva york | |
We' ll go through the projects, | |
Makeout on the roofs | |
An' count the stars like silver studs on | |
My . . . | |
Motorcycle boots | |
Tengan cuidado con ese tipo. | |
Ay verdad te digo, ese tipo es tan sucio. | |
? sucio! | |
Hernandez | |
You wastin' your time, they don' t know what i do | |
You little ghetto weeds . . . i feel like killin' you. | |
Bananacolored lightskinned spics, | |
You feel your peel so fine? | |
I' m hern yì dez, the umbrella man, | |
Your future' s locked in mine. | |
The chaplains and the golden guineas | |
The red wings and the crowns, | |
The mighty mau maus, | |
Those shines from brooklyn, | |
They want to cut the vampires down | |
The savage skulls, the fordham baldies, | |
They' ll treat you like you' re piss | |
From the heart of the barrio, now my brother | |
We tell them mother ers suck on this. | |
I think we got something to talk about. | |
You' re a coolie from the turf. | |
That' s cool, but you don' t get no respect around | |
Here unless you belong to a bopping gang . . . | |
I mean, you either belong or you get hurt. | |
Or you could buy some protection from me. | |
' cause if someone' s got to die | |
To pay for the shit they done | |
I believe in an eye for an eye | |
What you believe in, salvador agr kāng? | |
Mr. agr kāng? se? or agr kāng? | |
Sal | |
I believe i' m in the power of st. lazarus | |
And he holds me in his sight | |
I believe he watches over us all | |
Don' t tear apart | |
This satin summer night. | |
Lead vocal, background vocal, acoustic guitarpaul simon | |
Lead vocalmarc anthony | |
Background and duo voxmyrna gomila | |
Background and duo voxteana rodriguez | |
Background voxbriz | |
Background vocalkaren bernod | |
Background vocalrenee connelladams | |
Background vocaldewayne snype | |
Background vocalkia jeffries | |
Background vocaled vasquez | |
Background vocalderrick james | |
Background vocaledgar stewart | |
Cuatroedgardo miranda | |
Tenor and baritone saxophonedavid mann | |
Background vocals recorded by roy halee |