歌曲 | Grand Central Station, March 18, 1977 |
歌手 | Steve Forbert |
专辑 | Alive on Arrival |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Forbert | |
Grand Central | |
Station Wheels and it deals | |
The crowds rush and scramble | |
Round past the newsstands | |
And out across the floors | |
And I did some singing | |
And I played guitar | |
Down near a doorway | |
Howling out words | |
And banging out chords | |
Well, think what you will | |
Laugh if you like | |
It don't make no difference to me | |
I'll open my case | |
And I might catch a coin | |
But all ears may listen for free | |
Big clocks were tickin' | |
Trains came and went | |
Sad, ragged figures | |
Limped in the hallways | |
And dug through the trash | |
While old folks and young folks | |
Passed in a flood | |
On dashing somewhere | |
Wrapped in their lives | |
And gone in a flash | |
Chorus Well, a man came a talkin' | |
He stopped where | |
I stood He warned me so gravely | |
The cops here'll nab ya, boy | |
And they'll take ya right on down | |
Yes, but I took my chances | |
And luck saw me through | |
I stayed until | |
I'd finished | |
Played what | |
I pleased | |
And poured out my sound | |
Chorus |
zuo qu : Forbert | |
Grand Central | |
Station Wheels and it deals | |
The crowds rush and scramble | |
Round past the newsstands | |
And out across the floors | |
And I did some singing | |
And I played guitar | |
Down near a doorway | |
Howling out words | |
And banging out chords | |
Well, think what you will | |
Laugh if you like | |
It don' t make no difference to me | |
I' ll open my case | |
And I might catch a coin | |
But all ears may listen for free | |
Big clocks were tickin' | |
Trains came and went | |
Sad, ragged figures | |
Limped in the hallways | |
And dug through the trash | |
While old folks and young folks | |
Passed in a flood | |
On dashing somewhere | |
Wrapped in their lives | |
And gone in a flash | |
Chorus Well, a man came a talkin' | |
He stopped where | |
I stood He warned me so gravely | |
The cops here' ll nab ya, boy | |
And they' ll take ya right on down | |
Yes, but I took my chances | |
And luck saw me through | |
I stayed until | |
I' d finished | |
Played what | |
I pleased | |
And poured out my sound | |
Chorus |
zuò qǔ : Forbert | |
Grand Central | |
Station Wheels and it deals | |
The crowds rush and scramble | |
Round past the newsstands | |
And out across the floors | |
And I did some singing | |
And I played guitar | |
Down near a doorway | |
Howling out words | |
And banging out chords | |
Well, think what you will | |
Laugh if you like | |
It don' t make no difference to me | |
I' ll open my case | |
And I might catch a coin | |
But all ears may listen for free | |
Big clocks were tickin' | |
Trains came and went | |
Sad, ragged figures | |
Limped in the hallways | |
And dug through the trash | |
While old folks and young folks | |
Passed in a flood | |
On dashing somewhere | |
Wrapped in their lives | |
And gone in a flash | |
Chorus Well, a man came a talkin' | |
He stopped where | |
I stood He warned me so gravely | |
The cops here' ll nab ya, boy | |
And they' ll take ya right on down | |
Yes, but I took my chances | |
And luck saw me through | |
I stayed until | |
I' d finished | |
Played what | |
I pleased | |
And poured out my sound | |
Chorus |