Song | Point Breeze |
Artist | Marah |
Album | Kids In Philly |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bielanko, Bielanko | |
Headlight cars do battle down the boulevard | |
Stoppin' in the corner bars or rollin' to get home | |
Orchestrated stars all laughin' at the weather charts | |
Reflectin' off the moon and Mars | |
Like they were spinnin' in a bowl, baby | |
Well waitress your tips are heads or tails | |
And surely luck would never fail you | |
Hang your apron on a nail | |
If this work doesn't pay | |
As the diners sign the air for checks | |
Sayin', "Put your coat on, she'll come over" | |
Wind their watches like you'd expect | |
They've got tickets for some ballet... | |
Thinkin' I thought I was | |
Beginnin' to see the light | |
I was beginnin' to see the light | |
And now there ain't no doubt about it.... | |
(Baby all right) | |
TV tubes do glow in ghostly white and blue | |
Panning cameras, Action News, your dinner on a tray | |
I got the sound check blues, baby.... | |
Up the bottom, blow the fuse | |
Call for whiskey, tie your shoes | |
Up in Point Breeze there are no trees | |
To shield the moonless sky, you're seen | |
To walk the streets in baggy jeans and never say hello | |
And its half a fifty gallon drum at a | |
Barbecue for everyone...the old folks chat, | |
The sodas flat, and there's not a single white.... |
zuo qu : Bielanko, Bielanko | |
Headlight cars do battle down the boulevard | |
Stoppin' in the corner bars or rollin' to get home | |
Orchestrated stars all laughin' at the weather charts | |
Reflectin' off the moon and Mars | |
Like they were spinnin' in a bowl, baby | |
Well waitress your tips are heads or tails | |
And surely luck would never fail you | |
Hang your apron on a nail | |
If this work doesn' t pay | |
As the diners sign the air for checks | |
Sayin', " Put your coat on, she' ll come over" | |
Wind their watches like you' d expect | |
They' ve got tickets for some ballet... | |
Thinkin' I thought I was | |
Beginnin' to see the light | |
I was beginnin' to see the light | |
And now there ain' t no doubt about it.... | |
Baby all right | |
TV tubes do glow in ghostly white and blue | |
Panning cameras, Action News, your dinner on a tray | |
I got the sound check blues, baby.... | |
Up the bottom, blow the fuse | |
Call for whiskey, tie your shoes | |
Up in Point Breeze there are no trees | |
To shield the moonless sky, you' re seen | |
To walk the streets in baggy jeans and never say hello | |
And its half a fifty gallon drum at a | |
Barbecue for everyone... the old folks chat, | |
The sodas flat, and there' s not a single white.... |
zuò qǔ : Bielanko, Bielanko | |
Headlight cars do battle down the boulevard | |
Stoppin' in the corner bars or rollin' to get home | |
Orchestrated stars all laughin' at the weather charts | |
Reflectin' off the moon and Mars | |
Like they were spinnin' in a bowl, baby | |
Well waitress your tips are heads or tails | |
And surely luck would never fail you | |
Hang your apron on a nail | |
If this work doesn' t pay | |
As the diners sign the air for checks | |
Sayin', " Put your coat on, she' ll come over" | |
Wind their watches like you' d expect | |
They' ve got tickets for some ballet... | |
Thinkin' I thought I was | |
Beginnin' to see the light | |
I was beginnin' to see the light | |
And now there ain' t no doubt about it.... | |
Baby all right | |
TV tubes do glow in ghostly white and blue | |
Panning cameras, Action News, your dinner on a tray | |
I got the sound check blues, baby.... | |
Up the bottom, blow the fuse | |
Call for whiskey, tie your shoes | |
Up in Point Breeze there are no trees | |
To shield the moonless sky, you' re seen | |
To walk the streets in baggy jeans and never say hello | |
And its half a fifty gallon drum at a | |
Barbecue for everyone... the old folks chat, | |
The sodas flat, and there' s not a single white.... |