Song | Snapshot Memories |
Artist | Just Jack |
Album | The Outer Marker |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Allsopp | |
[Part I]Well | |
I'm a secret lemonade drinker a free thinker | |
I stay focused but not blinkered | |
And these snapshot memories in my mind | |
Legacies from another time | |
And I find | |
That as the days pass the colours fade | |
But the images remain[Part II] | |
Grazed knees, page three's | |
BMX, Atari's | |
Dayglo, Velcro | |
Yoyo's, Beano's | |
Hip hop, don't stop | |
Starwars figures, football stickers | |
Cola bottles, | |
Jerry Cottles | |
Fat laces, dirty faces | |
Kiss chases, | |
Wacky Races | |
Herbie Hancock, | |
Kurtis Blow | |
Roxanne Shanté, | |
UFOHip hop | |
Don't stop[Part III] | |
Everything's in slow motion | |
Hands in the air | |
Sweat flying everywhere | |
But we don't care | |
Well you could try to fight the feeling | |
But I can't see the use | |
There's so much love in this room | |
And yes its all drug induced | |
Can't remember who | |
I amOr what | |
I'm doing here | |
But at the same time | |
In my mind | |
Everything is clear | |
No fear and no drama | |
It's all good karma | |
And I never can forget | |
The night before the morning after[CHORUS] | |
Sun up to sun down | |
Come up to come down | |
Just waiting for | |
Friday to come around | |
Sun rise to sun set | |
How high can we get | |
Monday morning and none of us have slept yet | |
Well there's more to life than this | |
Of that I'm fully aware | |
But there's nothing more intense | |
Than crazy nights we shared | |
We got bass for the body | |
Chemicals for the head | |
Every day lives | |
Were like a skin we shed | |
Well you could try to fight the feeling | |
But I can't see the use | |
There's so much love in this room | |
Of that we're living proof | |
You could try to fight the feeling | |
But I can't see the use | |
It's a shame that in the end | |
It was all drug induced[CHORUS x2][Part IV] | |
Even as I watch you | |
All the rest seems to disappear | |
You pull me in with your tractor beams | |
And wrap me up in your wicked schemes | |
My Sunday morning eyes observe | |
Your Cadbury's skin uncurve | |
And in tronic patterned | |
Venetian light | |
You moonwalk to the bathroom | |
Well you move across my space without friction | |
You're so unbelievable you must be fiction | |
Or perhaps a premonition | |
But as I listen | |
I hear your footfall softly | |
And all my troubles fall away from me | |
So easilyBut so slowly[Part V] | |
All these memories in my mind | |
I'm still a secret lemonade drinker |
zuo qu : Allsopp | |
Part I Well | |
I' m a secret lemonade drinker a free thinker | |
I stay focused but not blinkered | |
And these snapshot memories in my mind | |
Legacies from another time | |
And I find | |
That as the days pass the colours fade | |
But the images remain Part II | |
Grazed knees, page three' s | |
BMX, Atari' s | |
Dayglo, Velcro | |
Yoyo' s, Beano' s | |
Hip hop, don' t stop | |
Starwars figures, football stickers | |
Cola bottles, | |
Jerry Cottles | |
Fat laces, dirty faces | |
Kiss chases, | |
Wacky Races | |
Herbie Hancock, | |
Kurtis Blow | |
Roxanne Shante, | |
UFOHip hop | |
Don' t stop Part III | |
Everything' s in slow motion | |
Hands in the air | |
Sweat flying everywhere | |
But we don' t care | |
Well you could try to fight the feeling | |
But I can' t see the use | |
There' s so much love in this room | |
And yes its all drug induced | |
Can' t remember who | |
I amOr what | |
I' m doing here | |
But at the same time | |
In my mind | |
Everything is clear | |
No fear and no drama | |
It' s all good karma | |
And I never can forget | |
The night before the morning after CHORUS | |
Sun up to sun down | |
Come up to come down | |
Just waiting for | |
Friday to come around | |
Sun rise to sun set | |
How high can we get | |
Monday morning and none of us have slept yet | |
Well there' s more to life than this | |
Of that I' m fully aware | |
But there' s nothing more intense | |
Than crazy nights we shared | |
We got bass for the body | |
Chemicals for the head | |
Every day lives | |
Were like a skin we shed | |
Well you could try to fight the feeling | |
But I can' t see the use | |
There' s so much love in this room | |
Of that we' re living proof | |
You could try to fight the feeling | |
But I can' t see the use | |
It' s a shame that in the end | |
It was all drug induced CHORUS x2 Part IV | |
Even as I watch you | |
All the rest seems to disappear | |
You pull me in with your tractor beams | |
And wrap me up in your wicked schemes | |
My Sunday morning eyes observe | |
Your Cadbury' s skin uncurve | |
And in tronic patterned | |
Venetian light | |
You moonwalk to the bathroom | |
Well you move across my space without friction | |
You' re so unbelievable you must be fiction | |
Or perhaps a premonition | |
But as I listen | |
I hear your footfall softly | |
And all my troubles fall away from me | |
So easilyBut so slowly Part V | |
All these memories in my mind | |
I' m still a secret lemonade drinker |
zuò qǔ : Allsopp | |
Part I Well | |
I' m a secret lemonade drinker a free thinker | |
I stay focused but not blinkered | |
And these snapshot memories in my mind | |
Legacies from another time | |
And I find | |
That as the days pass the colours fade | |
But the images remain Part II | |
Grazed knees, page three' s | |
BMX, Atari' s | |
Dayglo, Velcro | |
Yoyo' s, Beano' s | |
Hip hop, don' t stop | |
Starwars figures, football stickers | |
Cola bottles, | |
Jerry Cottles | |
Fat laces, dirty faces | |
Kiss chases, | |
Wacky Races | |
Herbie Hancock, | |
Kurtis Blow | |
Roxanne Shanté, | |
UFOHip hop | |
Don' t stop Part III | |
Everything' s in slow motion | |
Hands in the air | |
Sweat flying everywhere | |
But we don' t care | |
Well you could try to fight the feeling | |
But I can' t see the use | |
There' s so much love in this room | |
And yes its all drug induced | |
Can' t remember who | |
I amOr what | |
I' m doing here | |
But at the same time | |
In my mind | |
Everything is clear | |
No fear and no drama | |
It' s all good karma | |
And I never can forget | |
The night before the morning after CHORUS | |
Sun up to sun down | |
Come up to come down | |
Just waiting for | |
Friday to come around | |
Sun rise to sun set | |
How high can we get | |
Monday morning and none of us have slept yet | |
Well there' s more to life than this | |
Of that I' m fully aware | |
But there' s nothing more intense | |
Than crazy nights we shared | |
We got bass for the body | |
Chemicals for the head | |
Every day lives | |
Were like a skin we shed | |
Well you could try to fight the feeling | |
But I can' t see the use | |
There' s so much love in this room | |
Of that we' re living proof | |
You could try to fight the feeling | |
But I can' t see the use | |
It' s a shame that in the end | |
It was all drug induced CHORUS x2 Part IV | |
Even as I watch you | |
All the rest seems to disappear | |
You pull me in with your tractor beams | |
And wrap me up in your wicked schemes | |
My Sunday morning eyes observe | |
Your Cadbury' s skin uncurve | |
And in tronic patterned | |
Venetian light | |
You moonwalk to the bathroom | |
Well you move across my space without friction | |
You' re so unbelievable you must be fiction | |
Or perhaps a premonition | |
But as I listen | |
I hear your footfall softly | |
And all my troubles fall away from me | |
So easilyBut so slowly Part V | |
All these memories in my mind | |
I' m still a secret lemonade drinker |