歌曲 | Quietly Making Noise |
歌手 | Jimmy Buffett |
专辑 | Fruitcakes |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Buffett, Tshudin | |
Written:Jimmy Buffett/Michael Tschudin | |
Oscar Wilde died in bed | |
Several floors above my head | |
Living well beyond his means | |
In that crazy Paris scene | |
Rain falls down in sheets so clear | |
And no one ever calls me hear | |
Travelin' by myself these days | |
I'm into jazz and felt berets | |
Far from that old Eastern shore | |
Searchin' for strange metaphors | |
I don't want to be another victim of fashion | |
No I don't want to see my name in the paper each day | |
Hey you can leave that to the young Turks | |
They're handsome and dashing | |
Posing for paparazzi's down laguna way | |
Now down in the metro I feel the world start to multiply | |
Bastille, rubber wheels, spiked heels | |
Subterranean lullaby | |
Met an African prancer, a hemisphere dancer | |
Spied the ghost of Brassens | |
We smiled at the secret we shared | |
And I hid it like contraband | |
Quietly making noise (quietly making noise) | |
Starts with kindergarten toys | |
Not too soft, not too loud | |
Just enough to draw a crowd | |
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise | |
Followed the beat | |
Hey I found myself in this patois spot | |
Outside a blizzard was blowin' | |
But inside the joint was hot | |
Zouk songs, rubber thongs, sing-a-longs | |
The words flew right by my face | |
You know rhythm and motion's a blamma jamma potion | |
You cannot erase | |
Quietly making noise (quietly making noise) | |
Pissin' off the old kill-joys | |
Glasspacks on an hot Mustang | |
A telecaster with a twang | |
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise | |
Yes | |
Singers and writers and poets | |
Have flocked here for centuries | |
The city of light is built upon mountains of memories | |
Baritone saxophones, monotones | |
Speak with a voice I've heard before | |
It's a lasting impression | |
A gypsy expression you cannot ignore | |
We're quietly making noise (quietly making noise) | |
Starts with kindergarten toys | |
Not too soft, not too loud | |
Just enough to draw a crowd | |
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise | |
Yeah, we're quietly making noise (quietly making noise) | |
Pissin' off the old kill-joys | |
Not too soft, not too loud | |
Just enough to draw a crowd | |
We're quietly, quietly, quietly | |
Quietly, quietly, quietly | |
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise | |
That's right, ooh yeah | |
A whole lot of beautiful noise | |
Spoken: | |
'Oh come on children, play those, play those kindergarten toys. | |
Everybody's a drummer tonight. All right. Let it ring now, let | |
it ring.' |
zuo ci : Buffett, Tshudin | |
Written: Jimmy Buffett Michael Tschudin | |
Oscar Wilde died in bed | |
Several floors above my head | |
Living well beyond his means | |
In that crazy Paris scene | |
Rain falls down in sheets so clear | |
And no one ever calls me hear | |
Travelin' by myself these days | |
I' m into jazz and felt berets | |
Far from that old Eastern shore | |
Searchin' for strange metaphors | |
I don' t want to be another victim of fashion | |
No I don' t want to see my name in the paper each day | |
Hey you can leave that to the young Turks | |
They' re handsome and dashing | |
Posing for paparazzi' s down laguna way | |
Now down in the metro I feel the world start to multiply | |
Bastille, rubber wheels, spiked heels | |
Subterranean lullaby | |
Met an African prancer, a hemisphere dancer | |
Spied the ghost of Brassens | |
We smiled at the secret we shared | |
And I hid it like contraband | |
Quietly making noise quietly making noise | |
Starts with kindergarten toys | |
Not too soft, not too loud | |
Just enough to draw a crowd | |
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise | |
Followed the beat | |
Hey I found myself in this patois spot | |
Outside a blizzard was blowin' | |
But inside the joint was hot | |
Zouk songs, rubber thongs, singalongs | |
The words flew right by my face | |
You know rhythm and motion' s a blamma jamma potion | |
You cannot erase | |
Quietly making noise quietly making noise | |
Pissin' off the old killjoys | |
Glasspacks on an hot Mustang | |
A telecaster with a twang | |
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise | |
Yes | |
Singers and writers and poets | |
Have flocked here for centuries | |
The city of light is built upon mountains of memories | |
Baritone saxophones, monotones | |
Speak with a voice I' ve heard before | |
It' s a lasting impression | |
A gypsy expression you cannot ignore | |
We' re quietly making noise quietly making noise | |
Starts with kindergarten toys | |
Not too soft, not too loud | |
Just enough to draw a crowd | |
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise | |
Yeah, we' re quietly making noise quietly making noise | |
Pissin' off the old killjoys | |
Not too soft, not too loud | |
Just enough to draw a crowd | |
We' re quietly, quietly, quietly | |
Quietly, quietly, quietly | |
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise | |
That' s right, ooh yeah | |
A whole lot of beautiful noise | |
Spoken: | |
' Oh come on children, play those, play those kindergarten toys. | |
Everybody' s a drummer tonight. All right. Let it ring now, let | |
it ring.' |
zuò cí : Buffett, Tshudin | |
Written: Jimmy Buffett Michael Tschudin | |
Oscar Wilde died in bed | |
Several floors above my head | |
Living well beyond his means | |
In that crazy Paris scene | |
Rain falls down in sheets so clear | |
And no one ever calls me hear | |
Travelin' by myself these days | |
I' m into jazz and felt berets | |
Far from that old Eastern shore | |
Searchin' for strange metaphors | |
I don' t want to be another victim of fashion | |
No I don' t want to see my name in the paper each day | |
Hey you can leave that to the young Turks | |
They' re handsome and dashing | |
Posing for paparazzi' s down laguna way | |
Now down in the metro I feel the world start to multiply | |
Bastille, rubber wheels, spiked heels | |
Subterranean lullaby | |
Met an African prancer, a hemisphere dancer | |
Spied the ghost of Brassens | |
We smiled at the secret we shared | |
And I hid it like contraband | |
Quietly making noise quietly making noise | |
Starts with kindergarten toys | |
Not too soft, not too loud | |
Just enough to draw a crowd | |
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise | |
Followed the beat | |
Hey I found myself in this patois spot | |
Outside a blizzard was blowin' | |
But inside the joint was hot | |
Zouk songs, rubber thongs, singalongs | |
The words flew right by my face | |
You know rhythm and motion' s a blamma jamma potion | |
You cannot erase | |
Quietly making noise quietly making noise | |
Pissin' off the old killjoys | |
Glasspacks on an hot Mustang | |
A telecaster with a twang | |
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise | |
Yes | |
Singers and writers and poets | |
Have flocked here for centuries | |
The city of light is built upon mountains of memories | |
Baritone saxophones, monotones | |
Speak with a voice I' ve heard before | |
It' s a lasting impression | |
A gypsy expression you cannot ignore | |
We' re quietly making noise quietly making noise | |
Starts with kindergarten toys | |
Not too soft, not too loud | |
Just enough to draw a crowd | |
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise | |
Yeah, we' re quietly making noise quietly making noise | |
Pissin' off the old killjoys | |
Not too soft, not too loud | |
Just enough to draw a crowd | |
We' re quietly, quietly, quietly | |
Quietly, quietly, quietly | |
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise | |
That' s right, ooh yeah | |
A whole lot of beautiful noise | |
Spoken: | |
' Oh come on children, play those, play those kindergarten toys. | |
Everybody' s a drummer tonight. All right. Let it ring now, let | |
it ring.' |