歌曲 | Grey In L.A. |
歌手 | Loudon Wainwright III |
专辑 | Strange Weirdos: Music From And Inspired By The Film Knocked Up |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : | |
When it's grey in L.A. I sure like it that way | |
'Cause there's way too much sunshine around here | |
I don't know about you, I get so sick of blue skies | |
Wherever they always appear | |
And I sure love the sound of the rain pouring down | |
On my carport roof made out of tin | |
If there's a flood, then there's gonna be mudslides | |
We all have to pay for our sin | |
And I suppose that they'll close canyon roads | |
And the freeways will all start to clog | |
And the waters will rise and you won't be surprised | |
When your whole house smells like your wet dog | |
When it's grey in L.A. it's much better that way | |
It reminds you that this town's so cruel | |
Yeah, it might feel like fun when you're sporting sunglasses | |
But really you're just one more fool | |
And I'm just a chump and this whole town's a dump | |
We came out here to dump all our dreams | |
Of making it big but we're stuck in a singular nightmare | |
That's just how it seems | |
And I suppose Laurie David sure knows | |
All those cars we drive heat up our earth | |
And sea temperatures rise and those constant blue skies | |
And brush fires can sure curb your mirth | |
Brad Grey's in L.A. yeah okay I should stay here | |
There's no place that's better I know | |
For a wannabe star stuck in a car | |
On a freeway with nowhere to go | |
When it's grey in L.A. I sure like it that way | |
'Cause there's way too much sunshine around here | |
I don't know about you, I get so sick of blue skies | |
Wherever they always appear |
zuo ci : | |
When it' s grey in L. A. I sure like it that way | |
' Cause there' s way too much sunshine around here | |
I don' t know about you, I get so sick of blue skies | |
Wherever they always appear | |
And I sure love the sound of the rain pouring down | |
On my carport roof made out of tin | |
If there' s a flood, then there' s gonna be mudslides | |
We all have to pay for our sin | |
And I suppose that they' ll close canyon roads | |
And the freeways will all start to clog | |
And the waters will rise and you won' t be surprised | |
When your whole house smells like your wet dog | |
When it' s grey in L. A. it' s much better that way | |
It reminds you that this town' s so cruel | |
Yeah, it might feel like fun when you' re sporting sunglasses | |
But really you' re just one more fool | |
And I' m just a chump and this whole town' s a dump | |
We came out here to dump all our dreams | |
Of making it big but we' re stuck in a singular nightmare | |
That' s just how it seems | |
And I suppose Laurie David sure knows | |
All those cars we drive heat up our earth | |
And sea temperatures rise and those constant blue skies | |
And brush fires can sure curb your mirth | |
Brad Grey' s in L. A. yeah okay I should stay here | |
There' s no place that' s better I know | |
For a wannabe star stuck in a car | |
On a freeway with nowhere to go | |
When it' s grey in L. A. I sure like it that way | |
' Cause there' s way too much sunshine around here | |
I don' t know about you, I get so sick of blue skies | |
Wherever they always appear |
zuò cí : | |
When it' s grey in L. A. I sure like it that way | |
' Cause there' s way too much sunshine around here | |
I don' t know about you, I get so sick of blue skies | |
Wherever they always appear | |
And I sure love the sound of the rain pouring down | |
On my carport roof made out of tin | |
If there' s a flood, then there' s gonna be mudslides | |
We all have to pay for our sin | |
And I suppose that they' ll close canyon roads | |
And the freeways will all start to clog | |
And the waters will rise and you won' t be surprised | |
When your whole house smells like your wet dog | |
When it' s grey in L. A. it' s much better that way | |
It reminds you that this town' s so cruel | |
Yeah, it might feel like fun when you' re sporting sunglasses | |
But really you' re just one more fool | |
And I' m just a chump and this whole town' s a dump | |
We came out here to dump all our dreams | |
Of making it big but we' re stuck in a singular nightmare | |
That' s just how it seems | |
And I suppose Laurie David sure knows | |
All those cars we drive heat up our earth | |
And sea temperatures rise and those constant blue skies | |
And brush fires can sure curb your mirth | |
Brad Grey' s in L. A. yeah okay I should stay here | |
There' s no place that' s better I know | |
For a wannabe star stuck in a car | |
On a freeway with nowhere to go | |
When it' s grey in L. A. I sure like it that way | |
' Cause there' s way too much sunshine around here | |
I don' t know about you, I get so sick of blue skies | |
Wherever they always appear |