歌曲 | Ordinary Joe |
歌手 | Terry Callier |
专辑 | Alive |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
For my openin’ line | |
I might try to indicate my state of mind | |
or turn you on | |
or tell you that I’m laughin’ | |
just to keep from cryin’ | |
pretty music, when you hear it, | |
keep on tryin’ to get near it | |
a little rhythm for your spirit | |
but that’s what it’s for | |
c’mon in here’s the door | |
I’ve seen a sparrow get high | |
and waste his time in the sky | |
he thinks it’s easy to fly | |
he’s just little bit freer than I | |
Now here’s a mystery | |
maybe you can help to make it clear to me | |
When you’re fast asleep | |
and than what is that’s lightin’ up the dreams you see | |
all your tears can’t conceal it | |
all your prayers may not reveal it | |
you got soul so you can feel it | |
and when you make the scene | |
then you’ll know what I mean | |
I’ve seen a sparrow get high | |
and waste his time in the sky | |
he thinks it’s easy to fly | |
he’s just little bit freer than I | |
Down here on the ground | |
when you fine folks are givin’ you the runarround | |
keep your game up up-tight | |
and if you must just take your secrets underground | |
now, politicians try to speech you | |
mad color watchers try to teach you | |
very few will really try to reach you | |
if you’re lost in the stack | |
that’s ok come on black | |
Now I'd be the last to deny | |
that I'm just an average guy | |
and don't you know each little bird in the sky | |
Is just a little bit freer than I | |
Ordinary Joe, people say you’re just a lazy so and so | |
what they think is real | |
is nothing but an animated puppet show | |
So don’t let time and space confuse you | |
don’t let name and form abuse you | |
let Big Joe Williams blues you | |
in the light of the sun you can see how they run |
For my openin' line | |
I might try to indicate my state of mind | |
or turn you on | |
or tell you that I' m laughin' | |
just to keep from cryin' | |
pretty music, when you hear it, | |
keep on tryin' to get near it | |
a little rhythm for your spirit | |
but that' s what it' s for | |
c' mon in here' s the door | |
I' ve seen a sparrow get high | |
and waste his time in the sky | |
he thinks it' s easy to fly | |
he' s just little bit freer than I | |
Now here' s a mystery | |
maybe you can help to make it clear to me | |
When you' re fast asleep | |
and than what is that' s lightin' up the dreams you see | |
all your tears can' t conceal it | |
all your prayers may not reveal it | |
you got soul so you can feel it | |
and when you make the scene | |
then you' ll know what I mean | |
I' ve seen a sparrow get high | |
and waste his time in the sky | |
he thinks it' s easy to fly | |
he' s just little bit freer than I | |
Down here on the ground | |
when you fine folks are givin' you the runarround | |
keep your game up uptight | |
and if you must just take your secrets underground | |
now, politicians try to speech you | |
mad color watchers try to teach you | |
very few will really try to reach you | |
if you' re lost in the stack | |
that' s ok come on black | |
Now I' d be the last to deny | |
that I' m just an average guy | |
and don' t you know each little bird in the sky | |
Is just a little bit freer than I | |
Ordinary Joe, people say you' re just a lazy so and so | |
what they think is real | |
is nothing but an animated puppet show | |
So don' t let time and space confuse you | |
don' t let name and form abuse you | |
let Big Joe Williams blues you | |
in the light of the sun you can see how they run |
For my openin' line | |
I might try to indicate my state of mind | |
or turn you on | |
or tell you that I' m laughin' | |
just to keep from cryin' | |
pretty music, when you hear it, | |
keep on tryin' to get near it | |
a little rhythm for your spirit | |
but that' s what it' s for | |
c' mon in here' s the door | |
I' ve seen a sparrow get high | |
and waste his time in the sky | |
he thinks it' s easy to fly | |
he' s just little bit freer than I | |
Now here' s a mystery | |
maybe you can help to make it clear to me | |
When you' re fast asleep | |
and than what is that' s lightin' up the dreams you see | |
all your tears can' t conceal it | |
all your prayers may not reveal it | |
you got soul so you can feel it | |
and when you make the scene | |
then you' ll know what I mean | |
I' ve seen a sparrow get high | |
and waste his time in the sky | |
he thinks it' s easy to fly | |
he' s just little bit freer than I | |
Down here on the ground | |
when you fine folks are givin' you the runarround | |
keep your game up uptight | |
and if you must just take your secrets underground | |
now, politicians try to speech you | |
mad color watchers try to teach you | |
very few will really try to reach you | |
if you' re lost in the stack | |
that' s ok come on black | |
Now I' d be the last to deny | |
that I' m just an average guy | |
and don' t you know each little bird in the sky | |
Is just a little bit freer than I | |
Ordinary Joe, people say you' re just a lazy so and so | |
what they think is real | |
is nothing but an animated puppet show | |
So don' t let time and space confuse you | |
don' t let name and form abuse you | |
let Big Joe Williams blues you | |
in the light of the sun you can see how they run |