歌曲 | Beach House on the Moon |
歌手 | Jimmy Buffett |
专辑 | Beach House on the Moon |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Buffett | |
Lyrics:Jimmy Buffett Music:Jimmy Buffett | |
Cameron's getting logical | |
a Vulcan in disguise | |
the mysteries of the night | |
are putting sparkles in his eyes | |
he's looking for sound reasoning | |
but the best that I can do | |
is this transcendental story | |
that I'll pass along to you | |
pass the falls they call Victoria | |
down the river named the Nile | |
drifts a tiny little handmade boat | |
it's shaped just like a smile | |
and steered by a magician | |
with the knowledge that he needs | |
to keep him on his destined course | |
pass the crocodiles and reeds | |
he's the admiral of the ocean | |
the lone eagle in the sky | |
he gave me my first sextant | |
and he taught me how to fly | |
it's been quite a lengthy passage | |
from the dawn of time til now | |
he has weathered the infernal storms | |
in his trusty petite dhow | |
he has soared above collassal waves, | |
sailed the endless sea | |
sometimes he resembles you | |
sometimes he looks like me | |
I saw him through my telescope | |
on a cloudless night in June | |
as he rested between voyages | |
at his beach house on the moon | |
there are windows to the galaxies | |
and hallways to the past | |
there are trapdoors to the future | |
and a splintered ancient mast | |
There are relics from Apollo trips | |
when the earth men came to play | |
and a hammock from a distant star | |
out in the Milky Way | |
he's the admiral of the ocean | |
the lone eagle in the sky | |
he gave me my first sextant | |
and he taught me how to fly | |
I saw him through my telescope | |
on a cloudless night in June | |
as he rested between voyages | |
at his beach house on the moon | |
a striped bass breaks the surface | |
as the sunset fades away | |
and our journey from the sea of storms | |
takes us home besides the bay | |
we go fishing in the ocean | |
we go travelling back in time | |
like the song says teach your children | |
to go fishing with their mind | |
Cameron's contemplating | |
I'm not sure just what he thinks | |
is my dad some kind of lunatic | |
with his stories and high hijinks | |
then he says when I get old and gray | |
and feel like I'm marooned | |
he will take me in his rocketship | |
to that beach house on the moon |
zuo ci : Buffett | |
Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
Cameron' s getting logical | |
a Vulcan in disguise | |
the mysteries of the night | |
are putting sparkles in his eyes | |
he' s looking for sound reasoning | |
but the best that I can do | |
is this transcendental story | |
that I' ll pass along to you | |
pass the falls they call Victoria | |
down the river named the Nile | |
drifts a tiny little handmade boat | |
it' s shaped just like a smile | |
and steered by a magician | |
with the knowledge that he needs | |
to keep him on his destined course | |
pass the crocodiles and reeds | |
he' s the admiral of the ocean | |
the lone eagle in the sky | |
he gave me my first sextant | |
and he taught me how to fly | |
it' s been quite a lengthy passage | |
from the dawn of time til now | |
he has weathered the infernal storms | |
in his trusty petite dhow | |
he has soared above collassal waves, | |
sailed the endless sea | |
sometimes he resembles you | |
sometimes he looks like me | |
I saw him through my telescope | |
on a cloudless night in June | |
as he rested between voyages | |
at his beach house on the moon | |
there are windows to the galaxies | |
and hallways to the past | |
there are trapdoors to the future | |
and a splintered ancient mast | |
There are relics from Apollo trips | |
when the earth men came to play | |
and a hammock from a distant star | |
out in the Milky Way | |
he' s the admiral of the ocean | |
the lone eagle in the sky | |
he gave me my first sextant | |
and he taught me how to fly | |
I saw him through my telescope | |
on a cloudless night in June | |
as he rested between voyages | |
at his beach house on the moon | |
a striped bass breaks the surface | |
as the sunset fades away | |
and our journey from the sea of storms | |
takes us home besides the bay | |
we go fishing in the ocean | |
we go travelling back in time | |
like the song says teach your children | |
to go fishing with their mind | |
Cameron' s contemplating | |
I' m not sure just what he thinks | |
is my dad some kind of lunatic | |
with his stories and high hijinks | |
then he says when I get old and gray | |
and feel like I' m marooned | |
he will take me in his rocketship | |
to that beach house on the moon |
zuò cí : Buffett | |
Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
Cameron' s getting logical | |
a Vulcan in disguise | |
the mysteries of the night | |
are putting sparkles in his eyes | |
he' s looking for sound reasoning | |
but the best that I can do | |
is this transcendental story | |
that I' ll pass along to you | |
pass the falls they call Victoria | |
down the river named the Nile | |
drifts a tiny little handmade boat | |
it' s shaped just like a smile | |
and steered by a magician | |
with the knowledge that he needs | |
to keep him on his destined course | |
pass the crocodiles and reeds | |
he' s the admiral of the ocean | |
the lone eagle in the sky | |
he gave me my first sextant | |
and he taught me how to fly | |
it' s been quite a lengthy passage | |
from the dawn of time til now | |
he has weathered the infernal storms | |
in his trusty petite dhow | |
he has soared above collassal waves, | |
sailed the endless sea | |
sometimes he resembles you | |
sometimes he looks like me | |
I saw him through my telescope | |
on a cloudless night in June | |
as he rested between voyages | |
at his beach house on the moon | |
there are windows to the galaxies | |
and hallways to the past | |
there are trapdoors to the future | |
and a splintered ancient mast | |
There are relics from Apollo trips | |
when the earth men came to play | |
and a hammock from a distant star | |
out in the Milky Way | |
he' s the admiral of the ocean | |
the lone eagle in the sky | |
he gave me my first sextant | |
and he taught me how to fly | |
I saw him through my telescope | |
on a cloudless night in June | |
as he rested between voyages | |
at his beach house on the moon | |
a striped bass breaks the surface | |
as the sunset fades away | |
and our journey from the sea of storms | |
takes us home besides the bay | |
we go fishing in the ocean | |
we go travelling back in time | |
like the song says teach your children | |
to go fishing with their mind | |
Cameron' s contemplating | |
I' m not sure just what he thinks | |
is my dad some kind of lunatic | |
with his stories and high hijinks | |
then he says when I get old and gray | |
and feel like I' m marooned | |
he will take me in his rocketship | |
to that beach house on the moon |