| Song | Lily White Way - normal |
| Artist | Brian Vander Ark |
| Album | Brian Vander Ark |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : VanderArk | |
| I need inspiration, | |
| I'm so disconnected | |
| I look to the streets, but they're so disinfected | |
| I wish that | |
| I came from an edgier place | |
| With taxis and transients up in my face | |
| Where you write what you know and you know what you write | |
| Will be hailed as the second coming | |
| There's a buzz on the streets where you grew up homeless | |
| And begging for change | |
| Well, I'm begging for change | |
| Cause we're hung up on crosses and obeying bosses | |
| And there's no inspiration, just appreciation for | |
| Seventy and sunny and one for the money | |
| And two for the show on my lily white way | |
| There lives a black man, the seal has been broken | |
| And they marvel at how he's so very well spoken | |
| He must be a doctor or something productive | |
| His body let go, but his color seductive | |
| And all of the women, he's touching their lives | |
| While they're safe at home touching themselves | |
| And the men, they just love that there's something, anything happening at all | |
| Behind bedroom walls | |
| Cause they're hung up on crosses and obeying bosses | |
| And there's no inspiration, just appreciation for | |
| Seventy and sunny and one for the money | |
| And two for the show on my lily white way | |
| There's the sixties throwback who misses the | |
| DeadShe's a liberal at heart but conservative in bed | |
| And she held out on | |
| Starbucks as long as she could | |
| But the mom and pop store in our neighborhood | |
| Well, the workers all look down their noses at her | |
| She'll go broke trying to please them with tips | |
| So she gets to the corporate run coffee shop early | |
| Where the smell of it hits | |
| Before it reaches her lips | |
| She's bearing the crosses of neighborhood losses | |
| And the uninspired and semi-retired | |
| She's seventy and sunny, but it's one for the money | |
| And two for the show on her lily white way | |
| We're hung up on crosses and old | |
| Pagan bosses | |
| And there's no inspiration, just appreciation for | |
| Seventy and sunny and one for the money | |
| And two for the show on my lily white way | |
| A little destruction makes way for construction | |
| The city expansion holds traffic for ransom | |
| And brand new brick buildings, of those | |
| I am certain | |
| Will leave our lives so much more sterile than urban | |
| And welcome the progress or be overrun | |
| Every third house a pool, every second a gun | |
| And on Saturday evenings the doors open wide | |
| It's a neighborhood waltz | |
| That's the neighborhood pride | |
| And dresses disheveled from dances with devils | |
| Once hung up on crosses, now flipping off their bosses | |
| And everything is funny and it's one for the money | |
| And two for the show on their lily white way | |
| One night of living is | |
| Sunday forgiven | |
| All for the show on our lily white way | |
| I need inspiration, | |
| I'm so disconnected | |
| I look to the streets, but they're so disinfected |
| zuo qu : VanderArk | |
| I need inspiration, | |
| I' m so disconnected | |
| I look to the streets, but they' re so disinfected | |
| I wish that | |
| I came from an edgier place | |
| With taxis and transients up in my face | |
| Where you write what you know and you know what you write | |
| Will be hailed as the second coming | |
| There' s a buzz on the streets where you grew up homeless | |
| And begging for change | |
| Well, I' m begging for change | |
| Cause we' re hung up on crosses and obeying bosses | |
| And there' s no inspiration, just appreciation for | |
| Seventy and sunny and one for the money | |
| And two for the show on my lily white way | |
| There lives a black man, the seal has been broken | |
| And they marvel at how he' s so very well spoken | |
| He must be a doctor or something productive | |
| His body let go, but his color seductive | |
| And all of the women, he' s touching their lives | |
| While they' re safe at home touching themselves | |
| And the men, they just love that there' s something, anything happening at all | |
| Behind bedroom walls | |
| Cause they' re hung up on crosses and obeying bosses | |
| And there' s no inspiration, just appreciation for | |
| Seventy and sunny and one for the money | |
| And two for the show on my lily white way | |
| There' s the sixties throwback who misses the | |
| DeadShe' s a liberal at heart but conservative in bed | |
| And she held out on | |
| Starbucks as long as she could | |
| But the mom and pop store in our neighborhood | |
| Well, the workers all look down their noses at her | |
| She' ll go broke trying to please them with tips | |
| So she gets to the corporate run coffee shop early | |
| Where the smell of it hits | |
| Before it reaches her lips | |
| She' s bearing the crosses of neighborhood losses | |
| And the uninspired and semiretired | |
| She' s seventy and sunny, but it' s one for the money | |
| And two for the show on her lily white way | |
| We' re hung up on crosses and old | |
| Pagan bosses | |
| And there' s no inspiration, just appreciation for | |
| Seventy and sunny and one for the money | |
| And two for the show on my lily white way | |
| A little destruction makes way for construction | |
| The city expansion holds traffic for ransom | |
| And brand new brick buildings, of those | |
| I am certain | |
| Will leave our lives so much more sterile than urban | |
| And welcome the progress or be overrun | |
| Every third house a pool, every second a gun | |
| And on Saturday evenings the doors open wide | |
| It' s a neighborhood waltz | |
| That' s the neighborhood pride | |
| And dresses disheveled from dances with devils | |
| Once hung up on crosses, now flipping off their bosses | |
| And everything is funny and it' s one for the money | |
| And two for the show on their lily white way | |
| One night of living is | |
| Sunday forgiven | |
| All for the show on our lily white way | |
| I need inspiration, | |
| I' m so disconnected | |
| I look to the streets, but they' re so disinfected |
| zuò qǔ : VanderArk | |
| I need inspiration, | |
| I' m so disconnected | |
| I look to the streets, but they' re so disinfected | |
| I wish that | |
| I came from an edgier place | |
| With taxis and transients up in my face | |
| Where you write what you know and you know what you write | |
| Will be hailed as the second coming | |
| There' s a buzz on the streets where you grew up homeless | |
| And begging for change | |
| Well, I' m begging for change | |
| Cause we' re hung up on crosses and obeying bosses | |
| And there' s no inspiration, just appreciation for | |
| Seventy and sunny and one for the money | |
| And two for the show on my lily white way | |
| There lives a black man, the seal has been broken | |
| And they marvel at how he' s so very well spoken | |
| He must be a doctor or something productive | |
| His body let go, but his color seductive | |
| And all of the women, he' s touching their lives | |
| While they' re safe at home touching themselves | |
| And the men, they just love that there' s something, anything happening at all | |
| Behind bedroom walls | |
| Cause they' re hung up on crosses and obeying bosses | |
| And there' s no inspiration, just appreciation for | |
| Seventy and sunny and one for the money | |
| And two for the show on my lily white way | |
| There' s the sixties throwback who misses the | |
| DeadShe' s a liberal at heart but conservative in bed | |
| And she held out on | |
| Starbucks as long as she could | |
| But the mom and pop store in our neighborhood | |
| Well, the workers all look down their noses at her | |
| She' ll go broke trying to please them with tips | |
| So she gets to the corporate run coffee shop early | |
| Where the smell of it hits | |
| Before it reaches her lips | |
| She' s bearing the crosses of neighborhood losses | |
| And the uninspired and semiretired | |
| She' s seventy and sunny, but it' s one for the money | |
| And two for the show on her lily white way | |
| We' re hung up on crosses and old | |
| Pagan bosses | |
| And there' s no inspiration, just appreciation for | |
| Seventy and sunny and one for the money | |
| And two for the show on my lily white way | |
| A little destruction makes way for construction | |
| The city expansion holds traffic for ransom | |
| And brand new brick buildings, of those | |
| I am certain | |
| Will leave our lives so much more sterile than urban | |
| And welcome the progress or be overrun | |
| Every third house a pool, every second a gun | |
| And on Saturday evenings the doors open wide | |
| It' s a neighborhood waltz | |
| That' s the neighborhood pride | |
| And dresses disheveled from dances with devils | |
| Once hung up on crosses, now flipping off their bosses | |
| And everything is funny and it' s one for the money | |
| And two for the show on their lily white way | |
| One night of living is | |
| Sunday forgiven | |
| All for the show on our lily white way | |
| I need inspiration, | |
| I' m so disconnected | |
| I look to the streets, but they' re so disinfected |