| Song | Night Flanger |
| Artist | Yello |
| Album | Solid Pleasure |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Boris Blank & Dieter Meier | |
| 作词 : Blank, Meier | |
| I wake up in the evening | |
| The sun is still around | |
| The street seems to be busy | |
| I hear the traffic sounds | |
| Last night's been lousy | |
| I had a lot to drink | |
| Too many dry martinis | |
| And cans of beer to sink | |
| Another day, already night | |
| Blue neon light | |
| Blue neon light | |
| I could call my | |
| Rhianna Ask her to meet me now | |
| I think I lost her number | |
| It's too late anyhow | |
| I could turn on the | |
| TV Or I could stay in bed | |
| These Asians drive me crazy | |
| These Asians drive me mad | |
| Another day, already night | |
| Blue neon light | |
| Blue neon light | |
| Night is near | |
| I'm still in bed | |
| Red curtain | |
| Soft wind | |
| Sunlight And | |
| I was red | |
| On the papers | |
| On the floor | |
| We did watch possessed | |
| People, push and pull it | |
| Moss turf, and other lads | |
| My head's still full of poison | |
| What I do is insane | |
| I should, perhaps, move out of here | |
| Or take a plane to | |
| Spain Refrigerator's noise | |
| I'll get out, the only choice | |
| Should I get up right now | |
| Wait for me somehow | |
| Don't wanna know what for | |
| To get out of this door | |
| Should I phone | |
| Debbie Meier? | |
| Is this the one desire? | |
| I look into the mirror | |
| My eyes can't be in error | |
| The sun's now really gone | |
| Perhaps I am the one | |
| Nothing can creep in sight | |
| I'm turning on the lights | |
| Turning on the lights | |
| I'm turning on the lights (5x) | |
| The sun's now really gone | |
| Perhaps I am the one |
| zuo qu : Boris Blank Dieter Meier | |
| zuo ci : Blank, Meier | |
| I wake up in the evening | |
| The sun is still around | |
| The street seems to be busy | |
| I hear the traffic sounds | |
| Last night' s been lousy | |
| I had a lot to drink | |
| Too many dry martinis | |
| And cans of beer to sink | |
| Another day, already night | |
| Blue neon light | |
| Blue neon light | |
| I could call my | |
| Rhianna Ask her to meet me now | |
| I think I lost her number | |
| It' s too late anyhow | |
| I could turn on the | |
| TV Or I could stay in bed | |
| These Asians drive me crazy | |
| These Asians drive me mad | |
| Another day, already night | |
| Blue neon light | |
| Blue neon light | |
| Night is near | |
| I' m still in bed | |
| Red curtain | |
| Soft wind | |
| Sunlight And | |
| I was red | |
| On the papers | |
| On the floor | |
| We did watch possessed | |
| People, push and pull it | |
| Moss turf, and other lads | |
| My head' s still full of poison | |
| What I do is insane | |
| I should, perhaps, move out of here | |
| Or take a plane to | |
| Spain Refrigerator' s noise | |
| I' ll get out, the only choice | |
| Should I get up right now | |
| Wait for me somehow | |
| Don' t wanna know what for | |
| To get out of this door | |
| Should I phone | |
| Debbie Meier? | |
| Is this the one desire? | |
| I look into the mirror | |
| My eyes can' t be in error | |
| The sun' s now really gone | |
| Perhaps I am the one | |
| Nothing can creep in sight | |
| I' m turning on the lights | |
| Turning on the lights | |
| I' m turning on the lights 5x | |
| The sun' s now really gone | |
| Perhaps I am the one |
| zuò qǔ : Boris Blank Dieter Meier | |
| zuò cí : Blank, Meier | |
| I wake up in the evening | |
| The sun is still around | |
| The street seems to be busy | |
| I hear the traffic sounds | |
| Last night' s been lousy | |
| I had a lot to drink | |
| Too many dry martinis | |
| And cans of beer to sink | |
| Another day, already night | |
| Blue neon light | |
| Blue neon light | |
| I could call my | |
| Rhianna Ask her to meet me now | |
| I think I lost her number | |
| It' s too late anyhow | |
| I could turn on the | |
| TV Or I could stay in bed | |
| These Asians drive me crazy | |
| These Asians drive me mad | |
| Another day, already night | |
| Blue neon light | |
| Blue neon light | |
| Night is near | |
| I' m still in bed | |
| Red curtain | |
| Soft wind | |
| Sunlight And | |
| I was red | |
| On the papers | |
| On the floor | |
| We did watch possessed | |
| People, push and pull it | |
| Moss turf, and other lads | |
| My head' s still full of poison | |
| What I do is insane | |
| I should, perhaps, move out of here | |
| Or take a plane to | |
| Spain Refrigerator' s noise | |
| I' ll get out, the only choice | |
| Should I get up right now | |
| Wait for me somehow | |
| Don' t wanna know what for | |
| To get out of this door | |
| Should I phone | |
| Debbie Meier? | |
| Is this the one desire? | |
| I look into the mirror | |
| My eyes can' t be in error | |
| The sun' s now really gone | |
| Perhaps I am the one | |
| Nothing can creep in sight | |
| I' m turning on the lights | |
| Turning on the lights | |
| I' m turning on the lights 5x | |
| The sun' s now really gone | |
| Perhaps I am the one |