Song | No One Came |
Artist | Deep Purple |
Album | LIVE AT MONTREUX 1996 |
作词 : Blackmore, Gillan, Glover ... | |
Written:Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice | |
Maybe it's because I'm only starting | |
That I think it won't take too long | |
Maybe it's because I can see you laughing | |
That I think you've got it wrong | |
Maybe I could be like Robin Hood | |
Like and outlaw dressed all in green | |
Someone said what's he gonna turn out like | |
And someone else said never mind | |
Well I was big and bold and more than twice as old | |
As all the cats I'd ever seen | |
I grew my hair and bought a suit | |
Of shiny white or was it cream | |
I shook and shivered danced and quivered | |
And stood on a mountain top | |
No one came from miles around and said | |
Man your music is really hot | |
Well I knew what they meant because I was a freak | |
My throat was tired and worn | |
My pretty face just looked out of place | |
As they poured on the scorn | |
I wrote on yellow paper from a man who was the king | |
He said my boy we'll have some crazy scenes | |
There weren't any scenes at all like he was talkin' about | |
He must've been the king of queens | |
Well I could write a million songs about the things I've done | |
But I could never sing them so they'd never get sung | |
There's a law for the rich and one for the poor | |
and there's another one for singers | |
It's die young and live much longer | |
Spend your money and sit and wonder | |
No-one came for miles around | |
And said man your music is really funky | |
I believe that I must tell the truth | |
And say things as they really are | |
But if I told the truth and nothing but the truth | |
Could I ever be a star | |
Nobody knows who's real and who's fakin' | |
Everyone's shouting out loud | |
It's only the glitter and shine that gets thru | |
Where's my Robin Hood outfit | |
Well I've come and I've gone before you wink an eye | |
No-one ever care enough to say goodbye | |
The money's good and the time you have | |
Fun and games galore | |
But you spend your money and lie in bed forgotten | |
And you wonder what you did it for | |
No-one came from miles around | |
And said man who's he? |
zuò cí : Blackmore, Gillan, Glover ... | |
Written: Blackmore Gillan Glover Lord Paice | |
Maybe it' s because I' m only starting | |
That I think it won' t take too long | |
Maybe it' s because I can see you laughing | |
That I think you' ve got it wrong | |
Maybe I could be like Robin Hood | |
Like and outlaw dressed all in green | |
Someone said what' s he gonna turn out like | |
And someone else said never mind | |
Well I was big and bold and more than twice as old | |
As all the cats I' d ever seen | |
I grew my hair and bought a suit | |
Of shiny white or was it cream | |
I shook and shivered danced and quivered | |
And stood on a mountain top | |
No one came from miles around and said | |
Man your music is really hot | |
Well I knew what they meant because I was a freak | |
My throat was tired and worn | |
My pretty face just looked out of place | |
As they poured on the scorn | |
I wrote on yellow paper from a man who was the king | |
He said my boy we' ll have some crazy scenes | |
There weren' t any scenes at all like he was talkin' about | |
He must' ve been the king of queens | |
Well I could write a million songs about the things I' ve done | |
But I could never sing them so they' d never get sung | |
There' s a law for the rich and one for the poor | |
and there' s another one for singers | |
It' s die young and live much longer | |
Spend your money and sit and wonder | |
Noone came for miles around | |
And said man your music is really funky | |
I believe that I must tell the truth | |
And say things as they really are | |
But if I told the truth and nothing but the truth | |
Could I ever be a star | |
Nobody knows who' s real and who' s fakin' | |
Everyone' s shouting out loud | |
It' s only the glitter and shine that gets thru | |
Where' s my Robin Hood outfit | |
Well I' ve come and I' ve gone before you wink an eye | |
Noone ever care enough to say goodbye | |
The money' s good and the time you have | |
Fun and games galore | |
But you spend your money and lie in bed forgotten | |
And you wonder what you did it for | |
Noone came from miles around | |
And said man who' s he? |