Song | Lage Nom Ai |
Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
Album | Barometer Soup |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Buffett, Guth, Kunkel, Mayer ... | |
Written:Buffett/R.Kunkel/Jay Oliver/R.Guth/P.Mayer | |
Nordstrom was a simple man | |
Who had some non-conformist plan | |
To save his ass | |
Every night he danced alone | |
And blotted out the monotone | |
That was his past | |
He packs his bag of mysteries | |
And leaves the lonely memories | |
Where they belong | |
They came and went so easily | |
This rising tide identity | |
Sings like a song | |
Let's sing | |
Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai | |
When you know that life is just a game | |
Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai (Oh!) | |
He's the man who gave up his own name | |
In the roll of the cosmic dice | |
You win one heart and lose it twice | |
Before you know | |
Love is fine until you taste | |
This melancholy bouillabaisse | |
Called letting go | |
Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai | |
When you know that life is just a game | |
Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai (Hey!) | |
He's the man who gave up his own name | |
He moved on up to old Beantown | |
And summered on the Vineyard Sound | |
To pass the day (day ay ay oh) | |
Island hopping Crab Key bound | |
Tendin' bar he thinks he's found | |
A better way (ay ay ay oh) | |
Now we're back where we belong | |
Without a clue and still without | |
A master plan (ay ay ay oh) | |
Incident or accident | |
It all depends on if you're meant | |
To understand (ay ay ay oh) | |
Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai | |
When you know that life is just a game | |
Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai | |
He's the man who gave up his own name | |
He's the man who gave up his own name | |
Spoken: | |
eah, 'ol Nordstrom's gone. Checked out. Readin' | |
the wrong kind of books...listenin' to that wild | |
Carribbean music. He wiped himself out of his own computer. | |
He's the man who gave up his own name. He's gone. | |
[NOTE: Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai is island patois which loosely translates: | |
'The man who gave up his own name.'] |
zuo ci : Buffett, Guth, Kunkel, Mayer ... | |
Written: Buffett R. Kunkel Jay Oliver R. Guth P. Mayer | |
Nordstrom was a simple man | |
Who had some nonconformist plan | |
To save his ass | |
Every night he danced alone | |
And blotted out the monotone | |
That was his past | |
He packs his bag of mysteries | |
And leaves the lonely memories | |
Where they belong | |
They came and went so easily | |
This rising tide identity | |
Sings like a song | |
Let' s sing | |
Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai | |
When you know that life is just a game | |
Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai Oh! | |
He' s the man who gave up his own name | |
In the roll of the cosmic dice | |
You win one heart and lose it twice | |
Before you know | |
Love is fine until you taste | |
This melancholy bouillabaisse | |
Called letting go | |
Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai | |
When you know that life is just a game | |
Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai Hey! | |
He' s the man who gave up his own name | |
He moved on up to old Beantown | |
And summered on the Vineyard Sound | |
To pass the day day ay ay oh | |
Island hopping Crab Key bound | |
Tendin' bar he thinks he' s found | |
A better way ay ay ay oh | |
Now we' re back where we belong | |
Without a clue and still without | |
A master plan ay ay ay oh | |
Incident or accident | |
It all depends on if you' re meant | |
To understand ay ay ay oh | |
Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai | |
When you know that life is just a game | |
Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai | |
He' s the man who gave up his own name | |
He' s the man who gave up his own name | |
Spoken: | |
eah, ' ol Nordstrom' s gone. Checked out. Readin' | |
the wrong kind of books... listenin' to that wild | |
Carribbean music. He wiped himself out of his own computer. | |
He' s the man who gave up his own name. He' s gone. | |
NOTE: Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai is island patois which loosely translates: | |
' The man who gave up his own name.' |
zuò cí : Buffett, Guth, Kunkel, Mayer ... | |
Written: Buffett R. Kunkel Jay Oliver R. Guth P. Mayer | |
Nordstrom was a simple man | |
Who had some nonconformist plan | |
To save his ass | |
Every night he danced alone | |
And blotted out the monotone | |
That was his past | |
He packs his bag of mysteries | |
And leaves the lonely memories | |
Where they belong | |
They came and went so easily | |
This rising tide identity | |
Sings like a song | |
Let' s sing | |
Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai | |
When you know that life is just a game | |
Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai Oh! | |
He' s the man who gave up his own name | |
In the roll of the cosmic dice | |
You win one heart and lose it twice | |
Before you know | |
Love is fine until you taste | |
This melancholy bouillabaisse | |
Called letting go | |
Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai | |
When you know that life is just a game | |
Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai Hey! | |
He' s the man who gave up his own name | |
He moved on up to old Beantown | |
And summered on the Vineyard Sound | |
To pass the day day ay ay oh | |
Island hopping Crab Key bound | |
Tendin' bar he thinks he' s found | |
A better way ay ay ay oh | |
Now we' re back where we belong | |
Without a clue and still without | |
A master plan ay ay ay oh | |
Incident or accident | |
It all depends on if you' re meant | |
To understand ay ay ay oh | |
Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai | |
When you know that life is just a game | |
Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai | |
He' s the man who gave up his own name | |
He' s the man who gave up his own name | |
Spoken: | |
eah, ' ol Nordstrom' s gone. Checked out. Readin' | |
the wrong kind of books... listenin' to that wild | |
Carribbean music. He wiped himself out of his own computer. | |
He' s the man who gave up his own name. He' s gone. | |
NOTE: Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai is island patois which loosely translates: | |
' The man who gave up his own name.' |