Song | Vagabond |
Artist | Steve Gunn |
Album | The Unseen In Between |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.000] | 作曲 : Steve Gunn |
[00:26.26] | Vacancy in burned-out flesh |
[00:29.80] | Or an empty stare from a vagrant catch or a vagabond |
[00:35.53] | Bag is packed and you move along |
[00:40.99] | Mona came from the sea |
[00:44.64] | Caught that gracefully |
[00:48.71] | The night is cold but you never felt so free |
[00:55.77] | Camped out in a graveyard |
[00:59.21] | Took a job and cleaned some tombstones |
[01:03.15] | Like lovers in a shadow of a crooked dream |
[01:25.56] | it's a long hot day in work |
[01:29.07] | They called you mad for singin' |
[01:32.75] | Oh, do you remember when it blew away? |
[01:40.20] | The wind runs through the trees |
[01:43.67] | it's neither faith nor war |
[01:47.48] | The sun is set when you come to find me there |
[01:56.45] | Frozen in the ditch |
[02:03.46] | Cold, deep stare like a cat |
[02:09.62] | And we'll move along |
[02:20.21] | Show me aching from the road |
[02:24.03] | His artwork remains unsold |
[02:27.52] | He holds such a heavy load, you know it's so far gone |
[02:35.56] | He tells me he can hack it |
[02:39.00] | In his old black leather jacket |
[02:42.52] | Keep a hold onto your strangeness |
[02:45.90] | We're rolling home |
[02:51.83] | When you meet him at the train station |
[02:53.93] | He was dressed to the nines |
[02:57.18] | Things are changin' now, so move along |
[03:16.00] | Vacancy in burned-out flesh |
[03:19.18] | Or an empty stare from a vagrant catch or a vagabond |
[03:25.22] | Suitcase packed and you move along |
[03:30.59] | Oh, move along |
[03:33.90] | Well, move along |
[03:45.12] | Well, move along |
[03:52.66] | Well, move along |
[04:00.74] | Written by: Steve Gunn |
[00:00.000] | zuo qu : Steve Gunn |
[00:26.26] | Vacancy in burnedout flesh |
[00:29.80] | Or an empty stare from a vagrant catch or a vagabond |
[00:35.53] | Bag is packed and you move along |
[00:40.99] | Mona came from the sea |
[00:44.64] | Caught that gracefully |
[00:48.71] | The night is cold but you never felt so free |
[00:55.77] | Camped out in a graveyard |
[00:59.21] | Took a job and cleaned some tombstones |
[01:03.15] | Like lovers in a shadow of a crooked dream |
[01:25.56] | it' s a long hot day in work |
[01:29.07] | They called you mad for singin' |
[01:32.75] | Oh, do you remember when it blew away? |
[01:40.20] | The wind runs through the trees |
[01:43.67] | it' s neither faith nor war |
[01:47.48] | The sun is set when you come to find me there |
[01:56.45] | Frozen in the ditch |
[02:03.46] | Cold, deep stare like a cat |
[02:09.62] | And we' ll move along |
[02:20.21] | Show me aching from the road |
[02:24.03] | His artwork remains unsold |
[02:27.52] | He holds such a heavy load, you know it' s so far gone |
[02:35.56] | He tells me he can hack it |
[02:39.00] | In his old black leather jacket |
[02:42.52] | Keep a hold onto your strangeness |
[02:45.90] | We' re rolling home |
[02:51.83] | When you meet him at the train station |
[02:53.93] | He was dressed to the nines |
[02:57.18] | Things are changin' now, so move along |
[03:16.00] | Vacancy in burnedout flesh |
[03:19.18] | Or an empty stare from a vagrant catch or a vagabond |
[03:25.22] | Suitcase packed and you move along |
[03:30.59] | Oh, move along |
[03:33.90] | Well, move along |
[03:45.12] | Well, move along |
[03:52.66] | Well, move along |
[04:00.74] | Written by: Steve Gunn |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Steve Gunn |
[00:26.26] | Vacancy in burnedout flesh |
[00:29.80] | Or an empty stare from a vagrant catch or a vagabond |
[00:35.53] | Bag is packed and you move along |
[00:40.99] | Mona came from the sea |
[00:44.64] | Caught that gracefully |
[00:48.71] | The night is cold but you never felt so free |
[00:55.77] | Camped out in a graveyard |
[00:59.21] | Took a job and cleaned some tombstones |
[01:03.15] | Like lovers in a shadow of a crooked dream |
[01:25.56] | it' s a long hot day in work |
[01:29.07] | They called you mad for singin' |
[01:32.75] | Oh, do you remember when it blew away? |
[01:40.20] | The wind runs through the trees |
[01:43.67] | it' s neither faith nor war |
[01:47.48] | The sun is set when you come to find me there |
[01:56.45] | Frozen in the ditch |
[02:03.46] | Cold, deep stare like a cat |
[02:09.62] | And we' ll move along |
[02:20.21] | Show me aching from the road |
[02:24.03] | His artwork remains unsold |
[02:27.52] | He holds such a heavy load, you know it' s so far gone |
[02:35.56] | He tells me he can hack it |
[02:39.00] | In his old black leather jacket |
[02:42.52] | Keep a hold onto your strangeness |
[02:45.90] | We' re rolling home |
[02:51.83] | When you meet him at the train station |
[02:53.93] | He was dressed to the nines |
[02:57.18] | Things are changin' now, so move along |
[03:16.00] | Vacancy in burnedout flesh |
[03:19.18] | Or an empty stare from a vagrant catch or a vagabond |
[03:25.22] | Suitcase packed and you move along |
[03:30.59] | Oh, move along |
[03:33.90] | Well, move along |
[03:45.12] | Well, move along |
[03:52.66] | Well, move along |
[04:00.74] | Written by: Steve Gunn |