Song | Everything Is Not the Same |
Artist | Zita Swoon |
Album | Big City |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Carlens | |
Everything is not the same at all | |
Everyone is not the same as some | |
Wintertime is every tear | |
It won't do me no good | |
if it lasts too long | |
Everything is not the same as peace | |
Every now and then you get some war and disease | |
Mister Johnny Cash is gonna sing his song | |
He's got a voice like a grave | |
he'll put your mind at ease | |
Everytime is not the same as wrong | |
Just keep on asking the questions | |
until you find out some | |
Pablo Picasso put the springtime on | |
You got to shake your hips | |
until the early morn' | |
Guy Laroche and Yves Saint-Laurent | |
They're both out in the corner | |
drinking beer with a straw | |
John Coltrane is on the saxophone | |
We're moving closer to heaven | |
with the sound of his horn | |
Sputnik rocket baby | |
with a purple shawl | |
She say she's leaving for Mars | |
and won't be back before dawn | |
She off looking for more, | |
she off looking for fun | |
She got Ike & Tina Turner | |
and she's having a ball | |
Sammy the dog and a girl named Joni | |
They're dancing tangled up | |
like a macaroni | |
I guess they're trying to find out | |
what's real or phony | |
Pay attention now | |
if you wanne know me | |
Everything is not the same at all | |
Everyone is not the same as some | |
Summertime is every cheer | |
Sometimes it's short | |
and sometimes it's long. | |
Everything is not the same as peace | |
Every half a second | |
there is a bullet released | |
Coming out of a revolver | |
or coming out of a gun | |
People shooting at each other | |
like it don't matter none | |
Everything is not the same as wrong | |
There are a lot of good men | |
and women unther the sun | |
There's a lot of politicians | |
trying to do what they can | |
There's a lot of folks | |
hoping that the job gets done |
zuo qu : Carlens | |
Everything is not the same at all | |
Everyone is not the same as some | |
Wintertime is every tear | |
It won' t do me no good | |
if it lasts too long | |
Everything is not the same as peace | |
Every now and then you get some war and disease | |
Mister Johnny Cash is gonna sing his song | |
He' s got a voice like a grave | |
he' ll put your mind at ease | |
Everytime is not the same as wrong | |
Just keep on asking the questions | |
until you find out some | |
Pablo Picasso put the springtime on | |
You got to shake your hips | |
until the early morn' | |
Guy Laroche and Yves SaintLaurent | |
They' re both out in the corner | |
drinking beer with a straw | |
John Coltrane is on the saxophone | |
We' re moving closer to heaven | |
with the sound of his horn | |
Sputnik rocket baby | |
with a purple shawl | |
She say she' s leaving for Mars | |
and won' t be back before dawn | |
She off looking for more, | |
she off looking for fun | |
She got Ike Tina Turner | |
and she' s having a ball | |
Sammy the dog and a girl named Joni | |
They' re dancing tangled up | |
like a macaroni | |
I guess they' re trying to find out | |
what' s real or phony | |
Pay attention now | |
if you wanne know me | |
Everything is not the same at all | |
Everyone is not the same as some | |
Summertime is every cheer | |
Sometimes it' s short | |
and sometimes it' s long. | |
Everything is not the same as peace | |
Every half a second | |
there is a bullet released | |
Coming out of a revolver | |
or coming out of a gun | |
People shooting at each other | |
like it don' t matter none | |
Everything is not the same as wrong | |
There are a lot of good men | |
and women unther the sun | |
There' s a lot of politicians | |
trying to do what they can | |
There' s a lot of folks | |
hoping that the job gets done |
zuò qǔ : Carlens | |
Everything is not the same at all | |
Everyone is not the same as some | |
Wintertime is every tear | |
It won' t do me no good | |
if it lasts too long | |
Everything is not the same as peace | |
Every now and then you get some war and disease | |
Mister Johnny Cash is gonna sing his song | |
He' s got a voice like a grave | |
he' ll put your mind at ease | |
Everytime is not the same as wrong | |
Just keep on asking the questions | |
until you find out some | |
Pablo Picasso put the springtime on | |
You got to shake your hips | |
until the early morn' | |
Guy Laroche and Yves SaintLaurent | |
They' re both out in the corner | |
drinking beer with a straw | |
John Coltrane is on the saxophone | |
We' re moving closer to heaven | |
with the sound of his horn | |
Sputnik rocket baby | |
with a purple shawl | |
She say she' s leaving for Mars | |
and won' t be back before dawn | |
She off looking for more, | |
she off looking for fun | |
She got Ike Tina Turner | |
and she' s having a ball | |
Sammy the dog and a girl named Joni | |
They' re dancing tangled up | |
like a macaroni | |
I guess they' re trying to find out | |
what' s real or phony | |
Pay attention now | |
if you wanne know me | |
Everything is not the same at all | |
Everyone is not the same as some | |
Summertime is every cheer | |
Sometimes it' s short | |
and sometimes it' s long. | |
Everything is not the same as peace | |
Every half a second | |
there is a bullet released | |
Coming out of a revolver | |
or coming out of a gun | |
People shooting at each other | |
like it don' t matter none | |
Everything is not the same as wrong | |
There are a lot of good men | |
and women unther the sun | |
There' s a lot of politicians | |
trying to do what they can | |
There' s a lot of folks | |
hoping that the job gets done |