Song | Dollar Matinee |
Artist | Nanci Griffith |
Album | There's a Light Beyond These Woods |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Taylor | |
Ronnie stood beneath the movie marquee | |
His memories all curled up inside | |
He was trying to remember | |
was it August or September | |
He'd seen her for the last time | |
He'd heard that she'd become an actress | |
Lord, she always had the prettiest face | |
And he stood with his hands | |
in his pockets and waited | |
For the dollar matinee | |
Lord, she's bigger than life on the screen | |
There's a laugh from the balcony, good Lord | |
And the sun will burn you and blind you | |
When you step back into the street | |
The theater, she smelled so familiar | |
She was a smokey old velvet delight | |
Yes, and he sat down front | |
just like he'd always done | |
With his feet hanging out in the aisles | |
And he watched her with eyes disbelieving | |
Felt something like time on his brain | |
And he told himself | |
don't you remember it's only | |
Just a part that she's playing | |
Lord, she's bigger than life on the screen | |
There's a laugh from the balcony, good Lord | |
And the sun will burn you and blind you | |
When you step back into the street | |
She stood by some window in Paris | |
While the captions translated the scene | |
Oh, and Ronnie stared back | |
at her body and breathed | |
"Christ, that's the first time I've seen it!" | |
Behind him the people were leaving | |
Well, the busses, they were humming outside | |
But old Ronnie never went | |
to the movies unless | |
He could stay and see it twice | |
Lord, she's bigger than life on the screen | |
There's a laugh from the balcony, good Lord | |
And the sun will burn you and blind you | |
When you step back into the street |
zuo ci : Taylor | |
Ronnie stood beneath the movie marquee | |
His memories all curled up inside | |
He was trying to remember | |
was it August or September | |
He' d seen her for the last time | |
He' d heard that she' d become an actress | |
Lord, she always had the prettiest face | |
And he stood with his hands | |
in his pockets and waited | |
For the dollar matinee | |
Lord, she' s bigger than life on the screen | |
There' s a laugh from the balcony, good Lord | |
And the sun will burn you and blind you | |
When you step back into the street | |
The theater, she smelled so familiar | |
She was a smokey old velvet delight | |
Yes, and he sat down front | |
just like he' d always done | |
With his feet hanging out in the aisles | |
And he watched her with eyes disbelieving | |
Felt something like time on his brain | |
And he told himself | |
don' t you remember it' s only | |
Just a part that she' s playing | |
Lord, she' s bigger than life on the screen | |
There' s a laugh from the balcony, good Lord | |
And the sun will burn you and blind you | |
When you step back into the street | |
She stood by some window in Paris | |
While the captions translated the scene | |
Oh, and Ronnie stared back | |
at her body and breathed | |
" Christ, that' s the first time I' ve seen it!" | |
Behind him the people were leaving | |
Well, the busses, they were humming outside | |
But old Ronnie never went | |
to the movies unless | |
He could stay and see it twice | |
Lord, she' s bigger than life on the screen | |
There' s a laugh from the balcony, good Lord | |
And the sun will burn you and blind you | |
When you step back into the street |
zuò cí : Taylor | |
Ronnie stood beneath the movie marquee | |
His memories all curled up inside | |
He was trying to remember | |
was it August or September | |
He' d seen her for the last time | |
He' d heard that she' d become an actress | |
Lord, she always had the prettiest face | |
And he stood with his hands | |
in his pockets and waited | |
For the dollar matinee | |
Lord, she' s bigger than life on the screen | |
There' s a laugh from the balcony, good Lord | |
And the sun will burn you and blind you | |
When you step back into the street | |
The theater, she smelled so familiar | |
She was a smokey old velvet delight | |
Yes, and he sat down front | |
just like he' d always done | |
With his feet hanging out in the aisles | |
And he watched her with eyes disbelieving | |
Felt something like time on his brain | |
And he told himself | |
don' t you remember it' s only | |
Just a part that she' s playing | |
Lord, she' s bigger than life on the screen | |
There' s a laugh from the balcony, good Lord | |
And the sun will burn you and blind you | |
When you step back into the street | |
She stood by some window in Paris | |
While the captions translated the scene | |
Oh, and Ronnie stared back | |
at her body and breathed | |
" Christ, that' s the first time I' ve seen it!" | |
Behind him the people were leaving | |
Well, the busses, they were humming outside | |
But old Ronnie never went | |
to the movies unless | |
He could stay and see it twice | |
Lord, she' s bigger than life on the screen | |
There' s a laugh from the balcony, good Lord | |
And the sun will burn you and blind you | |
When you step back into the street |