歌曲 | Hit Parade |
歌手 | The Beautiful South |
专辑 | The Beautiful South - Gold |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Paul Heaton & Dave Rotheray | |
作词 : Heaton, Rotheray | |
No one wrote a song for me | |
Just instrumental not too long | |
As sure as sure could ever be | |
You'd only get the lyrics wrong | |
No solo Chet Baker ever played | |
lowered me slowly to my grave | |
The prose that Keats and Yates would save | |
was for King and Queen not knave | |
I have no poem that describes my charm | |
No story told that's short and sweet | |
I have no hymn, I have no psalm | |
This song I have it has no beat | |
Yes it has no beat | |
No tapping of feet | |
Yes it has no beat | |
Miles Davis played the black 'n' blues | |
Did he play for me to lose? | |
Cause just when round midnight falls | |
That tune's not his it's Kenny Ball's | |
Now on that graveyard on that grave | |
On that tombstone in the shade | |
No poem written, no accolade | |
No "We loved you" ever sprayed | |
There's just this feeling from that moss | |
When epitaph you cannot read | |
he must have lived it at budget cost | |
So he deserves to be beneath | |
All that William Robinson wrote | |
not one of my pluses did he portray | |
those lyrics stuck right down my throat | |
I never hit | |
It never hit | |
My hit parade |
zuo qu : Paul Heaton Dave Rotheray | |
zuo ci : Heaton, Rotheray | |
No one wrote a song for me | |
Just instrumental not too long | |
As sure as sure could ever be | |
You' d only get the lyrics wrong | |
No solo Chet Baker ever played | |
lowered me slowly to my grave | |
The prose that Keats and Yates would save | |
was for King and Queen not knave | |
I have no poem that describes my charm | |
No story told that' s short and sweet | |
I have no hymn, I have no psalm | |
This song I have it has no beat | |
Yes it has no beat | |
No tapping of feet | |
Yes it has no beat | |
Miles Davis played the black ' n' blues | |
Did he play for me to lose? | |
Cause just when round midnight falls | |
That tune' s not his it' s Kenny Ball' s | |
Now on that graveyard on that grave | |
On that tombstone in the shade | |
No poem written, no accolade | |
No " We loved you" ever sprayed | |
There' s just this feeling from that moss | |
When epitaph you cannot read | |
he must have lived it at budget cost | |
So he deserves to be beneath | |
All that William Robinson wrote | |
not one of my pluses did he portray | |
those lyrics stuck right down my throat | |
I never hit | |
It never hit | |
My hit parade |
zuò qǔ : Paul Heaton Dave Rotheray | |
zuò cí : Heaton, Rotheray | |
No one wrote a song for me | |
Just instrumental not too long | |
As sure as sure could ever be | |
You' d only get the lyrics wrong | |
No solo Chet Baker ever played | |
lowered me slowly to my grave | |
The prose that Keats and Yates would save | |
was for King and Queen not knave | |
I have no poem that describes my charm | |
No story told that' s short and sweet | |
I have no hymn, I have no psalm | |
This song I have it has no beat | |
Yes it has no beat | |
No tapping of feet | |
Yes it has no beat | |
Miles Davis played the black ' n' blues | |
Did he play for me to lose? | |
Cause just when round midnight falls | |
That tune' s not his it' s Kenny Ball' s | |
Now on that graveyard on that grave | |
On that tombstone in the shade | |
No poem written, no accolade | |
No " We loved you" ever sprayed | |
There' s just this feeling from that moss | |
When epitaph you cannot read | |
he must have lived it at budget cost | |
So he deserves to be beneath | |
All that William Robinson wrote | |
not one of my pluses did he portray | |
those lyrics stuck right down my throat | |
I never hit | |
It never hit | |
My hit parade |