歌曲 | Lush Life |
歌手 | John Coltrane |
专辑 | Gentle Side of John Coltrane |
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作词 : Strayhorn | |
Lush Life | |
John Coltrane & Johnny Hartman | |
John Coltrane & Johnny Hartman | |
I used to visit all the very gay places | |
Those come-what-may places | |
Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life | |
To get the feel of life from jazz and cocktails | |
The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces | |
With distingue traces that used to be there | |
You could see where they'd been washed away | |
By too many through the day, twelve o'clock tales | |
Then you came along with your siren song | |
To tempt me to madness | |
I thought for awhile that your poignant smile | |
Was tinged with the sadness of a great love for me | |
Ah yes, I was wrong | |
Again, I was wrong | |
Life is lonely again and only last year | |
Everything seemed so sure | |
Now life is awful again | |
A trough full of hearts could only be a bore | |
A week in Paris could ease the bite of it | |
All I care is to smile in spite of it | |
I'll forget you, I will while yet you are still | |
Burning inside my brain romance is mush | |
Stifling those who strive | |
I'll live a lush life in some small dive | |
And there I'll be | |
While I rot with the rest of those | |
Whose lives are lonely too | |
Romance is mush | |
Stifling those who strive | |
I'll live a lush life in some small dive | |
And there I'll be | |
While I rot with the rest of those | |
Whose lives are lonely too |
zuo ci : Strayhorn | |
Lush Life | |
John Coltrane Johnny Hartman | |
John Coltrane Johnny Hartman | |
I used to visit all the very gay places | |
Those comewhatmay places | |
Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life | |
To get the feel of life from jazz and cocktails | |
The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces | |
With distingue traces that used to be there | |
You could see where they' d been washed away | |
By too many through the day, twelve o' clock tales | |
Then you came along with your siren song | |
To tempt me to madness | |
I thought for awhile that your poignant smile | |
Was tinged with the sadness of a great love for me | |
Ah yes, I was wrong | |
Again, I was wrong | |
Life is lonely again and only last year | |
Everything seemed so sure | |
Now life is awful again | |
A trough full of hearts could only be a bore | |
A week in Paris could ease the bite of it | |
All I care is to smile in spite of it | |
I' ll forget you, I will while yet you are still | |
Burning inside my brain romance is mush | |
Stifling those who strive | |
I' ll live a lush life in some small dive | |
And there I' ll be | |
While I rot with the rest of those | |
Whose lives are lonely too | |
Romance is mush | |
Stifling those who strive | |
I' ll live a lush life in some small dive | |
And there I' ll be | |
While I rot with the rest of those | |
Whose lives are lonely too |
zuò cí : Strayhorn | |
Lush Life | |
John Coltrane Johnny Hartman | |
John Coltrane Johnny Hartman | |
I used to visit all the very gay places | |
Those comewhatmay places | |
Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life | |
To get the feel of life from jazz and cocktails | |
The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces | |
With distingue traces that used to be there | |
You could see where they' d been washed away | |
By too many through the day, twelve o' clock tales | |
Then you came along with your siren song | |
To tempt me to madness | |
I thought for awhile that your poignant smile | |
Was tinged with the sadness of a great love for me | |
Ah yes, I was wrong | |
Again, I was wrong | |
Life is lonely again and only last year | |
Everything seemed so sure | |
Now life is awful again | |
A trough full of hearts could only be a bore | |
A week in Paris could ease the bite of it | |
All I care is to smile in spite of it | |
I' ll forget you, I will while yet you are still | |
Burning inside my brain romance is mush | |
Stifling those who strive | |
I' ll live a lush life in some small dive | |
And there I' ll be | |
While I rot with the rest of those | |
Whose lives are lonely too | |
Romance is mush | |
Stifling those who strive | |
I' ll live a lush life in some small dive | |
And there I' ll be | |
While I rot with the rest of those | |
Whose lives are lonely too |