歌曲 | Pirate Looks at Forty |
歌手 | Jimmy Buffett |
专辑 | Live in Mansfield, MA |
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作词 : Buffett | |
Lyrics:Jimmy Buffett Music:Jimmy Buffett | |
'This is a song, I guess I wrote this for an old friend of mine a few years back who could just not seem to find his occupation in the twentieth century. So he just chose to live in a fantasy world. And then I looked at him I went, Well what the hell's wrong with that? So if this song has been able to ease your pain ever so slightly, I'm glad I wrote it 'cause that's what it's for. It's called Pirate Looks at Forty.' | |
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call | |
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall | |
You've seen it all, you've seen it all | |
Watched the men who rode you switch from sail to steam | |
In your belly you can hold the treasures few have ever seen | |
Most of 'em dreams, most of 'em dreams | |
Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years too late | |
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder | |
I'm an over-forty victim of fate | |
Arriving too late, arriving too late | |
But I've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass | |
Made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast | |
Never meant to last, never meant to last | |
I have been drunk now for over two weeks, | |
Passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks | |
But I've got stop wishin', got to go fishin' | |
I'm down to rock bottom again | |
Just a few friends, just a few friends | |
'Nice to see all of our friends every year. Thank you | |
friends.' | |
Now I go for younger women, lived with several awhile | |
Though I ran 'em away, they'd come back one day | |
And I still could manage a smile | |
Sure takes a while, just takes a while | |
Mother, mother ocean, after all my years I've found | |
Occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around | |
Feel like I've drowned, but I won't wear a frown | |
Feel like I've drowned, I'm gonna go check out | |
Peachtree Street somewhere downtown |
zuo ci : Buffett | |
Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
' This is a song, I guess I wrote this for an old friend of mine a few years back who could just not seem to find his occupation in the twentieth century. So he just chose to live in a fantasy world. And then I looked at him I went, Well what the hell' s wrong with that? So if this song has been able to ease your pain ever so slightly, I' m glad I wrote it ' cause that' s what it' s for. It' s called Pirate Looks at Forty.' | |
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call | |
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall | |
You' ve seen it all, you' ve seen it all | |
Watched the men who rode you switch from sail to steam | |
In your belly you can hold the treasures few have ever seen | |
Most of ' em dreams, most of ' em dreams | |
Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years too late | |
The cannons don' t thunder, there' s nothin' to plunder | |
I' m an overforty victim of fate | |
Arriving too late, arriving too late | |
But I' ve done a bit of smugglin', I' ve run my share of grass | |
Made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast | |
Never meant to last, never meant to last | |
I have been drunk now for over two weeks, | |
Passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks | |
But I' ve got stop wishin', got to go fishin' | |
I' m down to rock bottom again | |
Just a few friends, just a few friends | |
' Nice to see all of our friends every year. Thank you | |
friends.' | |
Now I go for younger women, lived with several awhile | |
Though I ran ' em away, they' d come back one day | |
And I still could manage a smile | |
Sure takes a while, just takes a while | |
Mother, mother ocean, after all my years I' ve found | |
Occupational hazard being my occupation' s just not around | |
Feel like I' ve drowned, but I won' t wear a frown | |
Feel like I' ve drowned, I' m gonna go check out | |
Peachtree Street somewhere downtown |
zuò cí : Buffett | |
Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
' This is a song, I guess I wrote this for an old friend of mine a few years back who could just not seem to find his occupation in the twentieth century. So he just chose to live in a fantasy world. And then I looked at him I went, Well what the hell' s wrong with that? So if this song has been able to ease your pain ever so slightly, I' m glad I wrote it ' cause that' s what it' s for. It' s called Pirate Looks at Forty.' | |
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call | |
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall | |
You' ve seen it all, you' ve seen it all | |
Watched the men who rode you switch from sail to steam | |
In your belly you can hold the treasures few have ever seen | |
Most of ' em dreams, most of ' em dreams | |
Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years too late | |
The cannons don' t thunder, there' s nothin' to plunder | |
I' m an overforty victim of fate | |
Arriving too late, arriving too late | |
But I' ve done a bit of smugglin', I' ve run my share of grass | |
Made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast | |
Never meant to last, never meant to last | |
I have been drunk now for over two weeks, | |
Passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks | |
But I' ve got stop wishin', got to go fishin' | |
I' m down to rock bottom again | |
Just a few friends, just a few friends | |
' Nice to see all of our friends every year. Thank you | |
friends.' | |
Now I go for younger women, lived with several awhile | |
Though I ran ' em away, they' d come back one day | |
And I still could manage a smile | |
Sure takes a while, just takes a while | |
Mother, mother ocean, after all my years I' ve found | |
Occupational hazard being my occupation' s just not around | |
Feel like I' ve drowned, but I won' t wear a frown | |
Feel like I' ve drowned, I' m gonna go check out | |
Peachtree Street somewhere downtown |