Song | Stella Blue |
Artist | Grateful Dead |
Album | Dick's Picks, Vol. 1 [live] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Garcia, Hunter | |
All the years combine, they melt into a dream, | |
A broken angel sings from a guitar. | |
In the end there's just a song comes cryin' up the night | |
Thru all the broken dreams and vanished years. | |
Stella blue. stella blue. | |
When all the cards are down, there's nothing left to see, | |
There's just the pavement left and broken dreams. | |
In the end there's still that song comes cryin' like the wind. | |
Down every lonely street that's ever been | |
Stella blue. stella blue. | |
I've stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel, can't win for trying. | |
Dust off those rusty strings just one more time, | |
Gonna make them shine, shine | |
It all rolls into one and nothing comes for free, | |
There's nothing you can hold, for very long. | |
And when you hear that song come crying like the wind, | |
It seems like all this life was just a dream. | |
Stella blue. stella blue. |
zuo ci : Garcia, Hunter | |
All the years combine, they melt into a dream, | |
A broken angel sings from a guitar. | |
In the end there' s just a song comes cryin' up the night | |
Thru all the broken dreams and vanished years. | |
Stella blue. stella blue. | |
When all the cards are down, there' s nothing left to see, | |
There' s just the pavement left and broken dreams. | |
In the end there' s still that song comes cryin' like the wind. | |
Down every lonely street that' s ever been | |
Stella blue. stella blue. | |
I' ve stayed in every bluelight cheap hotel, can' t win for trying. | |
Dust off those rusty strings just one more time, | |
Gonna make them shine, shine | |
It all rolls into one and nothing comes for free, | |
There' s nothing you can hold, for very long. | |
And when you hear that song come crying like the wind, | |
It seems like all this life was just a dream. | |
Stella blue. stella blue. |
zuò cí : Garcia, Hunter | |
All the years combine, they melt into a dream, | |
A broken angel sings from a guitar. | |
In the end there' s just a song comes cryin' up the night | |
Thru all the broken dreams and vanished years. | |
Stella blue. stella blue. | |
When all the cards are down, there' s nothing left to see, | |
There' s just the pavement left and broken dreams. | |
In the end there' s still that song comes cryin' like the wind. | |
Down every lonely street that' s ever been | |
Stella blue. stella blue. | |
I' ve stayed in every bluelight cheap hotel, can' t win for trying. | |
Dust off those rusty strings just one more time, | |
Gonna make them shine, shine | |
It all rolls into one and nothing comes for free, | |
There' s nothing you can hold, for very long. | |
And when you hear that song come crying like the wind, | |
It seems like all this life was just a dream. | |
Stella blue. stella blue. |