Song | Move Away Jimmy Blue |
Artist | Del Amitri |
Album | Waking Hours |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Justin Currie & Iain Harvie | |
A struck match faded like a nervous laugh | |
Beyond the halo of a naked bulb | |
Your low voice mingles with your other half's; | |
Schoolfriends in second-hand clothes | |
Eventually your world will shrink within four walls | |
Of neglected debts and stolen stereos. | |
So move away jimmy blue | |
Before your small, small town turns around | |
And swallows you | |
A drunk mother was the cue | |
For the legendary things that you do | |
Behind a carnival tent with mud on your face | |
Behind the old glue factory too. | |
So move away jimmy blue | |
Before your small, small town turns around | |
And swallows you | |
Wet feet visit the same old places | |
Finding nothing new | |
It's a binful of tissues from made-up faces | |
In a townful of nothing to do | |
A love match with the moon | |
In a layby, while insects hum and | |
You got put in the darkness of a woman's womb | |
Jimmy blue. | |
So move away, yeh, | |
Move away jimmy blue | |
Before your small, small town | |
Turns around and swallows you. |
zuo qu : Justin Currie Iain Harvie | |
A struck match faded like a nervous laugh | |
Beyond the halo of a naked bulb | |
Your low voice mingles with your other half' s | |
Schoolfriends in secondhand clothes | |
Eventually your world will shrink within four walls | |
Of neglected debts and stolen stereos. | |
So move away jimmy blue | |
Before your small, small town turns around | |
And swallows you | |
A drunk mother was the cue | |
For the legendary things that you do | |
Behind a carnival tent with mud on your face | |
Behind the old glue factory too. | |
So move away jimmy blue | |
Before your small, small town turns around | |
And swallows you | |
Wet feet visit the same old places | |
Finding nothing new | |
It' s a binful of tissues from madeup faces | |
In a townful of nothing to do | |
A love match with the moon | |
In a layby, while insects hum and | |
You got put in the darkness of a woman' s womb | |
Jimmy blue. | |
So move away, yeh, | |
Move away jimmy blue | |
Before your small, small town | |
Turns around and swallows you. |
zuò qǔ : Justin Currie Iain Harvie | |
A struck match faded like a nervous laugh | |
Beyond the halo of a naked bulb | |
Your low voice mingles with your other half' s | |
Schoolfriends in secondhand clothes | |
Eventually your world will shrink within four walls | |
Of neglected debts and stolen stereos. | |
So move away jimmy blue | |
Before your small, small town turns around | |
And swallows you | |
A drunk mother was the cue | |
For the legendary things that you do | |
Behind a carnival tent with mud on your face | |
Behind the old glue factory too. | |
So move away jimmy blue | |
Before your small, small town turns around | |
And swallows you | |
Wet feet visit the same old places | |
Finding nothing new | |
It' s a binful of tissues from madeup faces | |
In a townful of nothing to do | |
A love match with the moon | |
In a layby, while insects hum and | |
You got put in the darkness of a woman' s womb | |
Jimmy blue. | |
So move away, yeh, | |
Move away jimmy blue | |
Before your small, small town | |
Turns around and swallows you. |