Song | Roll Right Stones |
Artist | Traffic |
Album | Shoot Out At The Fantasy Factory |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jim Capaldi & Steve Winwood | |
作词 : Capaldi, Winwood | |
(Winwood/Capaldi) ' | |
Till I found out, where will | |
I go, where will | |
I go I don't know, | |
I don't know, | |
I don't know where | |
The space is between my eyes | |
Open up the heavenly sky | |
Death awaits with pearly gates | |
Those who've been mesmerized | |
Many a year has come and gone | |
Went to see a standing stone | |
Some in circles, some alone | |
Ancient, worn and weather torn | |
They chill me to my very bone | |
Many of these can be seen | |
In quiet places, fields of green | |
Of hedgerow lanes with countless names | |
But the only thing that remains are the roll right stones | |
Space age before my eyes | |
Opening up the skies | |
Death awaits with pearly gates | |
For those who've been mesmerized | |
Many a years has come and gone | |
But progress marches slowly on | |
In nature's paint, she hides the stain ' | |
Cos everybody is going insane | |
The only, the only thing that will sustain are the roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones ' | |
Till I found out, where will | |
I go, where will | |
I go I don't know, | |
I don't know, | |
I don't know where | |
The space is between my eyes | |
Open up the heavenly skies | |
Death awaits with pearly gates | |
Those who've been mesmerized | |
Many a years has come and gone | |
Went to see an ancient mound | |
People buried underground | |
Long ago, we'll never know | |
What it was like to hear their sounds | |
Rock and Roll you can hear | |
You've see the sights of yesteryear | |
You steal the grain of conquered plain | |
But the only thing that remains are the roll right stones | |
Space age before my eyes | |
Opening up the skies | |
Death awaits with pearly gates | |
Those who've been mesmerized | |
Many a years have come and gone | |
But progress marches slowly on | |
In nature's paint, she hides the stain ' | |
Cos everybody is a going insane | |
The only, the only thing that will sustain are the roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones | |
Space age before my eyes | |
Opening up the skies and | |
Death awaits with pearly gates | |
For those who've been mesmerized | |
Many a year has come and gone | |
But progress marches slowly on | |
In nature's paint, she hides the stain ' | |
Cos everybody is going insane | |
The only, the only thing that will sustain are the roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones ------------------------------------------------------------------------ | |
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zuo qu : Jim Capaldi Steve Winwood | |
zuo ci : Capaldi, Winwood | |
Winwood Capaldi ' | |
Till I found out, where will | |
I go, where will | |
I go I don' t know, | |
I don' t know, | |
I don' t know where | |
The space is between my eyes | |
Open up the heavenly sky | |
Death awaits with pearly gates | |
Those who' ve been mesmerized | |
Many a year has come and gone | |
Went to see a standing stone | |
Some in circles, some alone | |
Ancient, worn and weather torn | |
They chill me to my very bone | |
Many of these can be seen | |
In quiet places, fields of green | |
Of hedgerow lanes with countless names | |
But the only thing that remains are the roll right stones | |
Space age before my eyes | |
Opening up the skies | |
Death awaits with pearly gates | |
For those who' ve been mesmerized | |
Many a years has come and gone | |
But progress marches slowly on | |
In nature' s paint, she hides the stain ' | |
Cos everybody is going insane | |
The only, the only thing that will sustain are the roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones ' | |
Till I found out, where will | |
I go, where will | |
I go I don' t know, | |
I don' t know, | |
I don' t know where | |
The space is between my eyes | |
Open up the heavenly skies | |
Death awaits with pearly gates | |
Those who' ve been mesmerized | |
Many a years has come and gone | |
Went to see an ancient mound | |
People buried underground | |
Long ago, we' ll never know | |
What it was like to hear their sounds | |
Rock and Roll you can hear | |
You' ve see the sights of yesteryear | |
You steal the grain of conquered plain | |
But the only thing that remains are the roll right stones | |
Space age before my eyes | |
Opening up the skies | |
Death awaits with pearly gates | |
Those who' ve been mesmerized | |
Many a years have come and gone | |
But progress marches slowly on | |
In nature' s paint, she hides the stain ' | |
Cos everybody is a going insane | |
The only, the only thing that will sustain are the roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones | |
Space age before my eyes | |
Opening up the skies and | |
Death awaits with pearly gates | |
For those who' ve been mesmerized | |
Many a year has come and gone | |
But progress marches slowly on | |
In nature' s paint, she hides the stain ' | |
Cos everybody is going insane | |
The only, the only thing that will sustain are the roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones | |
F. S. Music | |
Ltd PRS | |
Island Music | |
Ltd. PRS | |
All rights on behalf of | |
F. S. Music | |
Ltd. admin by | |
WarnerTamerlane | |
Publishing | |
Corp BMI |
zuò qǔ : Jim Capaldi Steve Winwood | |
zuò cí : Capaldi, Winwood | |
Winwood Capaldi ' | |
Till I found out, where will | |
I go, where will | |
I go I don' t know, | |
I don' t know, | |
I don' t know where | |
The space is between my eyes | |
Open up the heavenly sky | |
Death awaits with pearly gates | |
Those who' ve been mesmerized | |
Many a year has come and gone | |
Went to see a standing stone | |
Some in circles, some alone | |
Ancient, worn and weather torn | |
They chill me to my very bone | |
Many of these can be seen | |
In quiet places, fields of green | |
Of hedgerow lanes with countless names | |
But the only thing that remains are the roll right stones | |
Space age before my eyes | |
Opening up the skies | |
Death awaits with pearly gates | |
For those who' ve been mesmerized | |
Many a years has come and gone | |
But progress marches slowly on | |
In nature' s paint, she hides the stain ' | |
Cos everybody is going insane | |
The only, the only thing that will sustain are the roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones ' | |
Till I found out, where will | |
I go, where will | |
I go I don' t know, | |
I don' t know, | |
I don' t know where | |
The space is between my eyes | |
Open up the heavenly skies | |
Death awaits with pearly gates | |
Those who' ve been mesmerized | |
Many a years has come and gone | |
Went to see an ancient mound | |
People buried underground | |
Long ago, we' ll never know | |
What it was like to hear their sounds | |
Rock and Roll you can hear | |
You' ve see the sights of yesteryear | |
You steal the grain of conquered plain | |
But the only thing that remains are the roll right stones | |
Space age before my eyes | |
Opening up the skies | |
Death awaits with pearly gates | |
Those who' ve been mesmerized | |
Many a years have come and gone | |
But progress marches slowly on | |
In nature' s paint, she hides the stain ' | |
Cos everybody is a going insane | |
The only, the only thing that will sustain are the roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones | |
Space age before my eyes | |
Opening up the skies and | |
Death awaits with pearly gates | |
For those who' ve been mesmerized | |
Many a year has come and gone | |
But progress marches slowly on | |
In nature' s paint, she hides the stain ' | |
Cos everybody is going insane | |
The only, the only thing that will sustain are the roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones roll right stones | |
F. S. Music | |
Ltd PRS | |
Island Music | |
Ltd. PRS | |
All rights on behalf of | |
F. S. Music | |
Ltd. admin by | |
WarnerTamerlane | |
Publishing | |
Corp BMI |