Song | Music is lethal |
Artist | Mick Ronson |
Album | Main Man |
作词 : Battisti, Bowie | |
My friend myself, boredom's hero, prince of the alleys | |
Stumble falling to a winsome table, in search of wine | |
Mulatto hookers, cocaine bookers, troubled husbands | |
Stolen freedoms that only evening unfolds to shine. | |
Through the twisting inn of screaming pleasure, two wet lips of infant leisure smiled | |
Could I grasp at the stars as they play your night blue hair? | |
Sable eyes, ebony thighs, she shines forever | |
Dancer be, dancing free, she shines for me. | |
So a masked man should mourn the passing of night time | |
The long metal dirge, we were prisoners no more | |
Of the near fallen angels, she will shine on for me | |
Let the panting begin though the music is lethal | |
Let the night take me in, you know the daybreak shall win | |
She will shine on forever, he will shine on for me. | |
While jeering waiters grope at your shoulders, I drink your kisses | |
Exquisite room, my charming tomb, I see the man | |
With marble hands, your smooth pimp, piranha, cradles my swimming head | |
Cracks his glass into my face, I'm thrown away. | |
And then I'm tossed a-bleeding out on the street and ask me, John do I have to drag you away? | |
And I curse where I lay, have made me bow with thanks some day. | |
Ten thousand engines skid unwielding puncture my skin | |
Bait and taunt for me to run, back to my rooms. | |
Though the bad taste of sleep clutching my pillow | |
In anger I weep, she will cry on my chest | |
She will shine on forever, she will shine on for me | |
Let the tempting begin though the music is lethal | |
Let the night take me in though the daybreak shall win | |
She will shine on forever, she will shine on for me | |
Ah, yeah | |
Oh, ohhhhh. |
zuò cí : Battisti, Bowie | |
My friend myself, boredom' s hero, prince of the alleys | |
Stumble falling to a winsome table, in search of wine | |
Mulatto hookers, cocaine bookers, troubled husbands | |
Stolen freedoms that only evening unfolds to shine. | |
Through the twisting inn of screaming pleasure, two wet lips of infant leisure smiled | |
Could I grasp at the stars as they play your night blue hair? | |
Sable eyes, ebony thighs, she shines forever | |
Dancer be, dancing free, she shines for me. | |
So a masked man should mourn the passing of night time | |
The long metal dirge, we were prisoners no more | |
Of the near fallen angels, she will shine on for me | |
Let the panting begin though the music is lethal | |
Let the night take me in, you know the daybreak shall win | |
She will shine on forever, he will shine on for me. | |
While jeering waiters grope at your shoulders, I drink your kisses | |
Exquisite room, my charming tomb, I see the man | |
With marble hands, your smooth pimp, piranha, cradles my swimming head | |
Cracks his glass into my face, I' m thrown away. | |
And then I' m tossed ableeding out on the street and ask me, John do I have to drag you away? | |
And I curse where I lay, have made me bow with thanks some day. | |
Ten thousand engines skid unwielding puncture my skin | |
Bait and taunt for me to run, back to my rooms. | |
Though the bad taste of sleep clutching my pillow | |
In anger I weep, she will cry on my chest | |
She will shine on forever, she will shine on for me | |
Let the tempting begin though the music is lethal | |
Let the night take me in though the daybreak shall win | |
She will shine on forever, she will shine on for me | |
Ah, yeah | |
Oh, ohhhhh. |