歌曲 | Out of Pawn |
歌手 | Anaïs Mitchell |
专辑 | The Brightness |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Mitchell | |
hey uncle louie, I wrote you a song | |
I'm glad you got your heart out of pawn | |
I'm glad you got your king out of check | |
at least that's how things stood when I saw you last | |
it was New Orleans before the flood | |
you had just met a girl! you were falling in love! | |
she lived on the levee and knew the blues | |
and played harmonica better than you | |
in a neighborhood bar | |
in the middle of summer | |
shoulder-to-shoulder | |
setting like sister and brother | |
all of the sorrows you told each other | |
rose like smoke from the room | |
the heat and the bourbon was in your head | |
you were talking in tongues! you were back from the dead! | |
and the girl and the city were one and the same | |
and last call never came | |
and I can see you swimming out into the street | |
I can hear you singing, "when I die, don't cry for me" | |
hey uncle louie, the city is spinning | |
she sure is pretty. you sure are grinning | |
she's leading you home from the heat of the bar | |
to lie on the levee and look at the stars | |
you can hold her hand | |
you can kiss her face | |
go slow if you can | |
cause the world is a very sad place | |
and when she leaves she'll leave no trace | |
and the world will still be there | |
the sky is colored in purple and yellow | |
you lie on the levee with stones for pillows | |
and you and the girl and the city make love | |
with the harlequin sky up above |
zuo qu : Mitchell | |
hey uncle louie, I wrote you a song | |
I' m glad you got your heart out of pawn | |
I' m glad you got your king out of check | |
at least that' s how things stood when I saw you last | |
it was New Orleans before the flood | |
you had just met a girl! you were falling in love! | |
she lived on the levee and knew the blues | |
and played harmonica better than you | |
in a neighborhood bar | |
in the middle of summer | |
shouldertoshoulder | |
setting like sister and brother | |
all of the sorrows you told each other | |
rose like smoke from the room | |
the heat and the bourbon was in your head | |
you were talking in tongues! you were back from the dead! | |
and the girl and the city were one and the same | |
and last call never came | |
and I can see you swimming out into the street | |
I can hear you singing, " when I die, don' t cry for me" | |
hey uncle louie, the city is spinning | |
she sure is pretty. you sure are grinning | |
she' s leading you home from the heat of the bar | |
to lie on the levee and look at the stars | |
you can hold her hand | |
you can kiss her face | |
go slow if you can | |
cause the world is a very sad place | |
and when she leaves she' ll leave no trace | |
and the world will still be there | |
the sky is colored in purple and yellow | |
you lie on the levee with stones for pillows | |
and you and the girl and the city make love | |
with the harlequin sky up above |
zuò qǔ : Mitchell | |
hey uncle louie, I wrote you a song | |
I' m glad you got your heart out of pawn | |
I' m glad you got your king out of check | |
at least that' s how things stood when I saw you last | |
it was New Orleans before the flood | |
you had just met a girl! you were falling in love! | |
she lived on the levee and knew the blues | |
and played harmonica better than you | |
in a neighborhood bar | |
in the middle of summer | |
shouldertoshoulder | |
setting like sister and brother | |
all of the sorrows you told each other | |
rose like smoke from the room | |
the heat and the bourbon was in your head | |
you were talking in tongues! you were back from the dead! | |
and the girl and the city were one and the same | |
and last call never came | |
and I can see you swimming out into the street | |
I can hear you singing, " when I die, don' t cry for me" | |
hey uncle louie, the city is spinning | |
she sure is pretty. you sure are grinning | |
she' s leading you home from the heat of the bar | |
to lie on the levee and look at the stars | |
you can hold her hand | |
you can kiss her face | |
go slow if you can | |
cause the world is a very sad place | |
and when she leaves she' ll leave no trace | |
and the world will still be there | |
the sky is colored in purple and yellow | |
you lie on the levee with stones for pillows | |
and you and the girl and the city make love | |
with the harlequin sky up above |