歌曲 | Remittance Man |
歌手 | Jimmy Buffett |
专辑 | Barometer Soup |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Buffett, Guth, Kunkel, Mayer ... | |
Written:Buffett/Russ Kunkel/Jay Oliver/Roger Guth/P.Mayer | |
Sinner on the mainland | |
He's a sinner on the sea | |
He looks for absolution | |
Not accountability | |
How many destinations | |
Oh God he's seen them all | |
He collects his precious pittance | |
Never a port of call | |
Remittance Man | |
Blacksheep of the family clan | |
Broke too many rules along the way | |
Remittance Man | |
So far away from home | |
No they'll never understand | |
The Remittance Man | |
A man of empty pockets | |
From jingling his change | |
The idleness and grieving | |
For all that he retains | |
By the harbour lights of Sydney | |
Or the Bora Bora moon | |
He recites his sad confession | |
To the seagulls and the loons | |
Remittance Man | |
Blacksheep of the family clan | |
Broke too many rules along the way | |
Remittance Man | |
So far away from home | |
No they'll never understand | |
The Remittance Man | |
Well you can claim that you were born a prince | |
But you're the only one you can convince | |
Survivor with no livelihood | |
That you could ever make it good | |
But still you dream of what you can pretend | |
An unexpected passenger | |
Boarded in Marseilles | |
An angel full of tenderness | |
She gave her heart away | |
She was but a gypsy | |
He was just a stray | |
They almost made a miracle but it slowly slipped away | |
So he follows the equator | |
With a wish to run aground | |
It's a very vicious circle | |
Goin' round and round and round | |
And he watches from the fantail | |
As the mainland disappears | |
Just like the Flying Dutchman | |
He's a prisoner of his fears | |
Remittance Man | |
Blacksheep of the family clan | |
Broke too many rules along the way | |
Remittance Man | |
So far away from home | |
No they'll never understand | |
No they'll never understand | |
No they'll never understand | |
The Remittance Man |
zuo ci : Buffett, Guth, Kunkel, Mayer ... | |
Written: Buffett Russ Kunkel Jay Oliver Roger Guth P. Mayer | |
Sinner on the mainland | |
He' s a sinner on the sea | |
He looks for absolution | |
Not accountability | |
How many destinations | |
Oh God he' s seen them all | |
He collects his precious pittance | |
Never a port of call | |
Remittance Man | |
Blacksheep of the family clan | |
Broke too many rules along the way | |
Remittance Man | |
So far away from home | |
No they' ll never understand | |
The Remittance Man | |
A man of empty pockets | |
From jingling his change | |
The idleness and grieving | |
For all that he retains | |
By the harbour lights of Sydney | |
Or the Bora Bora moon | |
He recites his sad confession | |
To the seagulls and the loons | |
Remittance Man | |
Blacksheep of the family clan | |
Broke too many rules along the way | |
Remittance Man | |
So far away from home | |
No they' ll never understand | |
The Remittance Man | |
Well you can claim that you were born a prince | |
But you' re the only one you can convince | |
Survivor with no livelihood | |
That you could ever make it good | |
But still you dream of what you can pretend | |
An unexpected passenger | |
Boarded in Marseilles | |
An angel full of tenderness | |
She gave her heart away | |
She was but a gypsy | |
He was just a stray | |
They almost made a miracle but it slowly slipped away | |
So he follows the equator | |
With a wish to run aground | |
It' s a very vicious circle | |
Goin' round and round and round | |
And he watches from the fantail | |
As the mainland disappears | |
Just like the Flying Dutchman | |
He' s a prisoner of his fears | |
Remittance Man | |
Blacksheep of the family clan | |
Broke too many rules along the way | |
Remittance Man | |
So far away from home | |
No they' ll never understand | |
No they' ll never understand | |
No they' ll never understand | |
The Remittance Man |
zuò cí : Buffett, Guth, Kunkel, Mayer ... | |
Written: Buffett Russ Kunkel Jay Oliver Roger Guth P. Mayer | |
Sinner on the mainland | |
He' s a sinner on the sea | |
He looks for absolution | |
Not accountability | |
How many destinations | |
Oh God he' s seen them all | |
He collects his precious pittance | |
Never a port of call | |
Remittance Man | |
Blacksheep of the family clan | |
Broke too many rules along the way | |
Remittance Man | |
So far away from home | |
No they' ll never understand | |
The Remittance Man | |
A man of empty pockets | |
From jingling his change | |
The idleness and grieving | |
For all that he retains | |
By the harbour lights of Sydney | |
Or the Bora Bora moon | |
He recites his sad confession | |
To the seagulls and the loons | |
Remittance Man | |
Blacksheep of the family clan | |
Broke too many rules along the way | |
Remittance Man | |
So far away from home | |
No they' ll never understand | |
The Remittance Man | |
Well you can claim that you were born a prince | |
But you' re the only one you can convince | |
Survivor with no livelihood | |
That you could ever make it good | |
But still you dream of what you can pretend | |
An unexpected passenger | |
Boarded in Marseilles | |
An angel full of tenderness | |
She gave her heart away | |
She was but a gypsy | |
He was just a stray | |
They almost made a miracle but it slowly slipped away | |
So he follows the equator | |
With a wish to run aground | |
It' s a very vicious circle | |
Goin' round and round and round | |
And he watches from the fantail | |
As the mainland disappears | |
Just like the Flying Dutchman | |
He' s a prisoner of his fears | |
Remittance Man | |
Blacksheep of the family clan | |
Broke too many rules along the way | |
Remittance Man | |
So far away from home | |
No they' ll never understand | |
No they' ll never understand | |
No they' ll never understand | |
The Remittance Man |