Song | Brundisium |
Artist | Augie March |
Album | Strange Bird |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Richards | |
They married, a dandy and a back alley tough, | |
on the foreshore while kids in the needling rough, | |
stayed low, in, and laid till they'd had enough | |
of the somersaulting hot roll of revolting September. | |
By thickets beneath the hot halo above, | |
the plague bodies bathed in their talentless love. | |
It's hot in the town with its back to the sea, | |
O darling don't put your veil over me. | |
From thinking a life was about them when, long, | |
they were the thorn in its side, | |
The hard men got plucked and by measures were gone, | |
at pride it plucked and out, out it pried. | |
Where's the shame in a gentle man? Stand him next to me. | |
It's hot in the town with its back to the sea, | |
O darling don't put your veil over me. | |
Honey we'll go without, honey grow old and thin, | |
I love you like I love my own skin. | |
From thinking a life was about them but stranger, | |
The soft women lowed and came in and were in, | |
to swoon "O welcome hot united sailor", | |
Welcome from unsteady decks and from danger, | |
Did you see a new sun in the sky? | |
The sun is blood and blood is a lie. | |
It's hot in the town with its back to the sea, | |
O darling don't put your veil over me... | |
Honey we'll go without, honey grow old and thin, | |
I love you like I love my own skin, | |
O my bonny lies over the ocean, | |
My bonny grows old and thin, | |
I love her like I love my own skin... |
zuo qu : Richards | |
They married, a dandy and a back alley tough, | |
on the foreshore while kids in the needling rough, | |
stayed low, in, and laid till they' d had enough | |
of the somersaulting hot roll of revolting September. | |
By thickets beneath the hot halo above, | |
the plague bodies bathed in their talentless love. | |
It' s hot in the town with its back to the sea, | |
O darling don' t put your veil over me. | |
From thinking a life was about them when, long, | |
they were the thorn in its side, | |
The hard men got plucked and by measures were gone, | |
at pride it plucked and out, out it pried. | |
Where' s the shame in a gentle man? Stand him next to me. | |
It' s hot in the town with its back to the sea, | |
O darling don' t put your veil over me. | |
Honey we' ll go without, honey grow old and thin, | |
I love you like I love my own skin. | |
From thinking a life was about them but stranger, | |
The soft women lowed and came in and were in, | |
to swoon " O welcome hot united sailor", | |
Welcome from unsteady decks and from danger, | |
Did you see a new sun in the sky? | |
The sun is blood and blood is a lie. | |
It' s hot in the town with its back to the sea, | |
O darling don' t put your veil over me... | |
Honey we' ll go without, honey grow old and thin, | |
I love you like I love my own skin, | |
O my bonny lies over the ocean, | |
My bonny grows old and thin, | |
I love her like I love my own skin... |
zuò qǔ : Richards | |
They married, a dandy and a back alley tough, | |
on the foreshore while kids in the needling rough, | |
stayed low, in, and laid till they' d had enough | |
of the somersaulting hot roll of revolting September. | |
By thickets beneath the hot halo above, | |
the plague bodies bathed in their talentless love. | |
It' s hot in the town with its back to the sea, | |
O darling don' t put your veil over me. | |
From thinking a life was about them when, long, | |
they were the thorn in its side, | |
The hard men got plucked and by measures were gone, | |
at pride it plucked and out, out it pried. | |
Where' s the shame in a gentle man? Stand him next to me. | |
It' s hot in the town with its back to the sea, | |
O darling don' t put your veil over me. | |
Honey we' ll go without, honey grow old and thin, | |
I love you like I love my own skin. | |
From thinking a life was about them but stranger, | |
The soft women lowed and came in and were in, | |
to swoon " O welcome hot united sailor", | |
Welcome from unsteady decks and from danger, | |
Did you see a new sun in the sky? | |
The sun is blood and blood is a lie. | |
It' s hot in the town with its back to the sea, | |
O darling don' t put your veil over me... | |
Honey we' ll go without, honey grow old and thin, | |
I love you like I love my own skin, | |
O my bonny lies over the ocean, | |
My bonny grows old and thin, | |
I love her like I love my own skin... |