歌曲 | Liars' Bar |
歌手 | The Beautiful South |
专辑 | Blue Is The Colour |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Paul Heaton & Dave Rotheray | |
作词 : Heaton, Rotheray | |
(heaton/rotheray) | |
Well sitting in a bar alone | |
Where no-one knows your name | |
Is like laying in a graveyard | |
Wide awake | |
You're scared that if you cough or yawn | |
You might wake up the dead | |
So pretend to read a paper | |
Or just drink instead | |
I'm a stand-up comedian | |
But i'd sit down if i could | |
The world just seems | |
To want folk like me to stand | |
And the punch-lines seem to disappear | |
Like clouds across the sky | |
And the laughter could be real | |
Or could be canned | |
Rum by the kettle drum | |
Whiskey by the jar | |
At liar's bar | |
Well living with a lying man | |
Could never really hurt | |
But living with a drunk | |
Well no-one deserves | |
And you're looking for your husband | |
You're not sure he's still alive | |
Don't bother with the cemetery | |
He'll be down at liar's dive | |
I'm a travelling businessman | |
I just stopped in for one drink | |
You'll find | |
That i'm not like the other men | |
Their noses are red | |
Whilst mine is only pink | |
And they didn't choose their drink | |
Their drink chose them | |
Rum by the kettle drum | |
Whiskey by the jar | |
At liar's bar | |
And the grave-digger's smiling | |
At his reflection in his spade | |
He's visiting the seediest | |
The shallowest of graves | |
The vocal chords of elephants | |
And the characters of mice | |
They're singing "whisky, whisky" | |
So good they named it twice | |
Well don't pass buildings with lights on | |
If i said that i did i'd have lied | |
'cause what looks like a chinese restaurant | |
May have chinese new year inside | |
And son all my life i've been searching | |
The bars i've been in i forget | |
The lights outside ever brighter | |
But a light on the inside not yet | |
Rum by the kettle drum | |
Whiskey by the jar | |
At liar's bar | |
And he's a world-wide traveller | |
He's not like me or you | |
But he comes in mighty regular | |
For one who's passing through | |
That one came in his work clothes | |
He's missed his last bus home | |
He's missed a hell of a lot of buses | |
For a man who wants to roam | |
If i look rough i am rough | |
If i look sad i am | |
If i look broke i am broke | |
Just a broke down piece of man | |
I've turned over enough leaves | |
To fill an autumn | |
And if i had one final wish | |
I'd be your slave for a decade | |
If you could take me away from this | |
If you took me away from this | |
I'd be different you'd see | |
'cause i didn't choose the drink | |
A drink just chose me | |
Rum by the kettle drum | |
Whiskey by the jar | |
At liar's bar | |
Well i'm smoking like a chimney | |
And i'm drinking like a fish | |
At liar's bar |
zuo qu : Paul Heaton Dave Rotheray | |
zuo ci : Heaton, Rotheray | |
heaton rotheray | |
Well sitting in a bar alone | |
Where noone knows your name | |
Is like laying in a graveyard | |
Wide awake | |
You' re scared that if you cough or yawn | |
You might wake up the dead | |
So pretend to read a paper | |
Or just drink instead | |
I' m a standup comedian | |
But i' d sit down if i could | |
The world just seems | |
To want folk like me to stand | |
And the punchlines seem to disappear | |
Like clouds across the sky | |
And the laughter could be real | |
Or could be canned | |
Rum by the kettle drum | |
Whiskey by the jar | |
At liar' s bar | |
Well living with a lying man | |
Could never really hurt | |
But living with a drunk | |
Well noone deserves | |
And you' re looking for your husband | |
You' re not sure he' s still alive | |
Don' t bother with the cemetery | |
He' ll be down at liar' s dive | |
I' m a travelling businessman | |
I just stopped in for one drink | |
You' ll find | |
That i' m not like the other men | |
Their noses are red | |
Whilst mine is only pink | |
And they didn' t choose their drink | |
Their drink chose them | |
Rum by the kettle drum | |
Whiskey by the jar | |
At liar' s bar | |
And the gravedigger' s smiling | |
At his reflection in his spade | |
He' s visiting the seediest | |
The shallowest of graves | |
The vocal chords of elephants | |
And the characters of mice | |
They' re singing " whisky, whisky" | |
So good they named it twice | |
Well don' t pass buildings with lights on | |
If i said that i did i' d have lied | |
' cause what looks like a chinese restaurant | |
May have chinese new year inside | |
And son all my life i' ve been searching | |
The bars i' ve been in i forget | |
The lights outside ever brighter | |
But a light on the inside not yet | |
Rum by the kettle drum | |
Whiskey by the jar | |
At liar' s bar | |
And he' s a worldwide traveller | |
He' s not like me or you | |
But he comes in mighty regular | |
For one who' s passing through | |
That one came in his work clothes | |
He' s missed his last bus home | |
He' s missed a hell of a lot of buses | |
For a man who wants to roam | |
If i look rough i am rough | |
If i look sad i am | |
If i look broke i am broke | |
Just a broke down piece of man | |
I' ve turned over enough leaves | |
To fill an autumn | |
And if i had one final wish | |
I' d be your slave for a decade | |
If you could take me away from this | |
If you took me away from this | |
I' d be different you' d see | |
' cause i didn' t choose the drink | |
A drink just chose me | |
Rum by the kettle drum | |
Whiskey by the jar | |
At liar' s bar | |
Well i' m smoking like a chimney | |
And i' m drinking like a fish | |
At liar' s bar |
zuò qǔ : Paul Heaton Dave Rotheray | |
zuò cí : Heaton, Rotheray | |
heaton rotheray | |
Well sitting in a bar alone | |
Where noone knows your name | |
Is like laying in a graveyard | |
Wide awake | |
You' re scared that if you cough or yawn | |
You might wake up the dead | |
So pretend to read a paper | |
Or just drink instead | |
I' m a standup comedian | |
But i' d sit down if i could | |
The world just seems | |
To want folk like me to stand | |
And the punchlines seem to disappear | |
Like clouds across the sky | |
And the laughter could be real | |
Or could be canned | |
Rum by the kettle drum | |
Whiskey by the jar | |
At liar' s bar | |
Well living with a lying man | |
Could never really hurt | |
But living with a drunk | |
Well noone deserves | |
And you' re looking for your husband | |
You' re not sure he' s still alive | |
Don' t bother with the cemetery | |
He' ll be down at liar' s dive | |
I' m a travelling businessman | |
I just stopped in for one drink | |
You' ll find | |
That i' m not like the other men | |
Their noses are red | |
Whilst mine is only pink | |
And they didn' t choose their drink | |
Their drink chose them | |
Rum by the kettle drum | |
Whiskey by the jar | |
At liar' s bar | |
And the gravedigger' s smiling | |
At his reflection in his spade | |
He' s visiting the seediest | |
The shallowest of graves | |
The vocal chords of elephants | |
And the characters of mice | |
They' re singing " whisky, whisky" | |
So good they named it twice | |
Well don' t pass buildings with lights on | |
If i said that i did i' d have lied | |
' cause what looks like a chinese restaurant | |
May have chinese new year inside | |
And son all my life i' ve been searching | |
The bars i' ve been in i forget | |
The lights outside ever brighter | |
But a light on the inside not yet | |
Rum by the kettle drum | |
Whiskey by the jar | |
At liar' s bar | |
And he' s a worldwide traveller | |
He' s not like me or you | |
But he comes in mighty regular | |
For one who' s passing through | |
That one came in his work clothes | |
He' s missed his last bus home | |
He' s missed a hell of a lot of buses | |
For a man who wants to roam | |
If i look rough i am rough | |
If i look sad i am | |
If i look broke i am broke | |
Just a broke down piece of man | |
I' ve turned over enough leaves | |
To fill an autumn | |
And if i had one final wish | |
I' d be your slave for a decade | |
If you could take me away from this | |
If you took me away from this | |
I' d be different you' d see | |
' cause i didn' t choose the drink | |
A drink just chose me | |
Rum by the kettle drum | |
Whiskey by the jar | |
At liar' s bar | |
Well i' m smoking like a chimney | |
And i' m drinking like a fish | |
At liar' s bar |