歌曲 | Move Away Jimmy Blue |
歌手 | Del Amitri |
专辑 | Hatful Of Rain - The Best Of Del Amitri |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Justin Currie & Iain Harvie | |
A struck match faded like a nervous laugh | |
Beyond the halo of a naked bulb | |
And your low voice mingles with your other half's | |
School friends in second-hand clothes | |
Eventually your world will shrink within 4 walls | |
Of neglected debts and stolen stereos | |
So move away | |
Jimmy Blue | |
Before your small, small town turns around | |
And swallows you | |
A drunk mother was the cue | |
For the legendary things that you do | |
Behind a carnival tent with mud on your face | |
Behind the old glue factory too | |
So move away | |
Jimmy Blue | |
Before your small, small town turns around | |
And swallows you and swallows you | |
Wet feet visit the same old places | |
Yeah finding nothing new | |
It's a bin full of tissues from made-up faces | |
In a town full of nothing to do | |
A love match with the moon | |
In a lay by, while insects hum and | |
You got put in the darkness of a woman's womb | |
Jimmy Blue, | |
Jimmy Blue | |
So move away | |
Turn around and move away yeah | |
Move away | |
Jimmy Blue | |
Before your small, small town | |
Turns around and swallows you |
zuo qu : Justin Currie Iain Harvie | |
A struck match faded like a nervous laugh | |
Beyond the halo of a naked bulb | |
And your low voice mingles with your other half' s | |
School friends in secondhand clothes | |
Eventually your world will shrink within 4 walls | |
Of neglected debts and stolen stereos | |
So move away | |
Jimmy Blue | |
Before your small, small town turns around | |
And swallows you | |
A drunk mother was the cue | |
For the legendary things that you do | |
Behind a carnival tent with mud on your face | |
Behind the old glue factory too | |
So move away | |
Jimmy Blue | |
Before your small, small town turns around | |
And swallows you and swallows you | |
Wet feet visit the same old places | |
Yeah finding nothing new | |
It' s a bin full of tissues from madeup faces | |
In a town full of nothing to do | |
A love match with the moon | |
In a lay by, while insects hum and | |
You got put in the darkness of a woman' s womb | |
Jimmy Blue, | |
Jimmy Blue | |
So move away | |
Turn around and move away yeah | |
Move away | |
Jimmy Blue | |
Before your small, small town | |
Turns around and swallows you |
zuò qǔ : Justin Currie Iain Harvie | |
A struck match faded like a nervous laugh | |
Beyond the halo of a naked bulb | |
And your low voice mingles with your other half' s | |
School friends in secondhand clothes | |
Eventually your world will shrink within 4 walls | |
Of neglected debts and stolen stereos | |
So move away | |
Jimmy Blue | |
Before your small, small town turns around | |
And swallows you | |
A drunk mother was the cue | |
For the legendary things that you do | |
Behind a carnival tent with mud on your face | |
Behind the old glue factory too | |
So move away | |
Jimmy Blue | |
Before your small, small town turns around | |
And swallows you and swallows you | |
Wet feet visit the same old places | |
Yeah finding nothing new | |
It' s a bin full of tissues from madeup faces | |
In a town full of nothing to do | |
A love match with the moon | |
In a lay by, while insects hum and | |
You got put in the darkness of a woman' s womb | |
Jimmy Blue, | |
Jimmy Blue | |
So move away | |
Turn around and move away yeah | |
Move away | |
Jimmy Blue | |
Before your small, small town | |
Turns around and swallows you |