歌曲 | My Egyptian Couch |
歌手 | Al Stewart |
专辑 | A Beach Full Of Shells |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Stewart | |
Now here's a book full of photographs | |
That my ancestors made some generations ago | |
They're wearing the lastest clothes in a nautical way | |
The Suez Canal close behind is frozen in time | |
The deck crews star out of a mime | |
And they seem to be considering me | |
Here on my Egyptian couch | |
O the life on Edwardian steamships | |
Is measured and slow, while down below | |
There are fires that shudder and clang and thunder | |
And sweat-caked in smoke, and cauldrons to stoke | |
To send the ship on her way | |
Tasting the salt and the spray | |
And a century later I scan the equator | |
From my Egyptian couch | |
And the news every day brings | |
Contains the strangest of things | |
But with confident smilesw my forebears decline | |
To gaze into the wings | |
So they look from the photographs | |
And they're curious now, wondering how we turned out | |
Let's say like the Chinese adage | |
We're living our lives in interesting times |
zuo ci : Stewart | |
Now here' s a book full of photographs | |
That my ancestors made some generations ago | |
They' re wearing the lastest clothes in a nautical way | |
The Suez Canal close behind is frozen in time | |
The deck crews star out of a mime | |
And they seem to be considering me | |
Here on my Egyptian couch | |
O the life on Edwardian steamships | |
Is measured and slow, while down below | |
There are fires that shudder and clang and thunder | |
And sweatcaked in smoke, and cauldrons to stoke | |
To send the ship on her way | |
Tasting the salt and the spray | |
And a century later I scan the equator | |
From my Egyptian couch | |
And the news every day brings | |
Contains the strangest of things | |
But with confident smilesw my forebears decline | |
To gaze into the wings | |
So they look from the photographs | |
And they' re curious now, wondering how we turned out | |
Let' s say like the Chinese adage | |
We' re living our lives in interesting times |
zuò cí : Stewart | |
Now here' s a book full of photographs | |
That my ancestors made some generations ago | |
They' re wearing the lastest clothes in a nautical way | |
The Suez Canal close behind is frozen in time | |
The deck crews star out of a mime | |
And they seem to be considering me | |
Here on my Egyptian couch | |
O the life on Edwardian steamships | |
Is measured and slow, while down below | |
There are fires that shudder and clang and thunder | |
And sweatcaked in smoke, and cauldrons to stoke | |
To send the ship on her way | |
Tasting the salt and the spray | |
And a century later I scan the equator | |
From my Egyptian couch | |
And the news every day brings | |
Contains the strangest of things | |
But with confident smilesw my forebears decline | |
To gaze into the wings | |
So they look from the photographs | |
And they' re curious now, wondering how we turned out | |
Let' s say like the Chinese adage | |
We' re living our lives in interesting times |