Song | The Amorous Humphrey Plugg |
Artist | Scott Walker |
Album | Scott 2 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Walker | |
Hello Mr. Big Shot | |
Say, you're looking smart | |
I've had a tiring day | |
I took the kids along to the park | |
You've become a stranger | |
Every night with the boys | |
Got a new suit | |
That old smile's come back | |
And I kiss the children good night | |
And I slip away on the newly waxed floor | |
I've become a giant | |
I fill every street | |
I dwarf the rooftops | |
I hunchback the moon | |
Stars dance at my feet | |
Leave it all behind me | |
Screaming kids on my knee | |
And the telly swallowing me | |
And the neighbor shouting next door | |
And the subway trembling the roller-skate floor | |
I seek the buildings blazing with moonlight | |
In Channing Way | |
Their very eyes seem to suck you in with their laughter | |
They seem to say | |
You're all right now | |
So stop a while behind our smile | |
In Channing Way | |
Oh to die of kisses | |
Ecstasies and charms | |
Pavements of poets will write that I died | |
In nine angel's arms | |
And they all were smiling | |
Still seductive as sin in their eyes | |
The man I had been | |
No more hard luck stories to wear | |
Nothing left to give | |
Why the hell should I care | |
Ann owns my smile and Mary's my shadow | |
In Channing Way | |
And with her cellophane sighs | |
Celina the candle | |
Begs me to stay | |
You're all right now | |
So stop a while behind our smile | |
In Channing Way |
zuo ci : Walker | |
Hello Mr. Big Shot | |
Say, you' re looking smart | |
I' ve had a tiring day | |
I took the kids along to the park | |
You' ve become a stranger | |
Every night with the boys | |
Got a new suit | |
That old smile' s come back | |
And I kiss the children good night | |
And I slip away on the newly waxed floor | |
I' ve become a giant | |
I fill every street | |
I dwarf the rooftops | |
I hunchback the moon | |
Stars dance at my feet | |
Leave it all behind me | |
Screaming kids on my knee | |
And the telly swallowing me | |
And the neighbor shouting next door | |
And the subway trembling the rollerskate floor | |
I seek the buildings blazing with moonlight | |
In Channing Way | |
Their very eyes seem to suck you in with their laughter | |
They seem to say | |
You' re all right now | |
So stop a while behind our smile | |
In Channing Way | |
Oh to die of kisses | |
Ecstasies and charms | |
Pavements of poets will write that I died | |
In nine angel' s arms | |
And they all were smiling | |
Still seductive as sin in their eyes | |
The man I had been | |
No more hard luck stories to wear | |
Nothing left to give | |
Why the hell should I care | |
Ann owns my smile and Mary' s my shadow | |
In Channing Way | |
And with her cellophane sighs | |
Celina the candle | |
Begs me to stay | |
You' re all right now | |
So stop a while behind our smile | |
In Channing Way |
zuò cí : Walker | |
Hello Mr. Big Shot | |
Say, you' re looking smart | |
I' ve had a tiring day | |
I took the kids along to the park | |
You' ve become a stranger | |
Every night with the boys | |
Got a new suit | |
That old smile' s come back | |
And I kiss the children good night | |
And I slip away on the newly waxed floor | |
I' ve become a giant | |
I fill every street | |
I dwarf the rooftops | |
I hunchback the moon | |
Stars dance at my feet | |
Leave it all behind me | |
Screaming kids on my knee | |
And the telly swallowing me | |
And the neighbor shouting next door | |
And the subway trembling the rollerskate floor | |
I seek the buildings blazing with moonlight | |
In Channing Way | |
Their very eyes seem to suck you in with their laughter | |
They seem to say | |
You' re all right now | |
So stop a while behind our smile | |
In Channing Way | |
Oh to die of kisses | |
Ecstasies and charms | |
Pavements of poets will write that I died | |
In nine angel' s arms | |
And they all were smiling | |
Still seductive as sin in their eyes | |
The man I had been | |
No more hard luck stories to wear | |
Nothing left to give | |
Why the hell should I care | |
Ann owns my smile and Mary' s my shadow | |
In Channing Way | |
And with her cellophane sighs | |
Celina the candle | |
Begs me to stay | |
You' re all right now | |
So stop a while behind our smile | |
In Channing Way |