Song | Old Jack's Charm |
Artist | Marc Almond |
Album | Treasure Box |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Almond, McGee | |
It was in the tattoo parlour | |
Where he engraved their names | |
Words a winding round his shoulders | |
Reminders now he's older | |
In the magic of the parlour | |
Down his arm unwinds a story | |
Love and hate and Mum and Dad | |
In flames of hope and glory | |
A mermaid and a schooner | |
Tells us he was once at sea | |
A heart pierced by an arrow | |
Tells us once more in love was he | |
And a dragon spitting fire | |
He's forgotten what that's for | |
But tattooed on his mind | |
Is a reminder of the war | |
He gave up tattooing lovers | |
Where no room for any others | |
A line through every sweetheart | |
With another etched below | |
In every port a stormy girl | |
They loved him and they loved him so | |
Each one for all to see adorned | |
With Cupids and with bows | |
A mermaid and a schooner | |
Tells us he was once at sea | |
A heart pierced by an arrow | |
Tells us once more in love was he | |
and a dragon spitting fire | |
He's forgotten what that's for | |
But tattooed on his mind is a reminder of war | |
In the magic of the parlour | |
Swapping laughter swapping stories | |
Where the words are often hard | |
And the air is always blue | |
He remembers all his mates from then | |
He lost a couple maybe ten | |
Their headstone on his forearm as a crucifix tattoo | |
Now he leans upon the bar | |
With a mysterious air | |
And the ladies gather round | |
To view his decorated arms | |
He'll tell them of each scroll and line | |
And other scars not so fine | |
And they always want to see | |
A little more of Old Jacks Charms | |
A mermaid and a schooner ... |
zuo ci : Almond, McGee | |
It was in the tattoo parlour | |
Where he engraved their names | |
Words a winding round his shoulders | |
Reminders now he' s older | |
In the magic of the parlour | |
Down his arm unwinds a story | |
Love and hate and Mum and Dad | |
In flames of hope and glory | |
A mermaid and a schooner | |
Tells us he was once at sea | |
A heart pierced by an arrow | |
Tells us once more in love was he | |
And a dragon spitting fire | |
He' s forgotten what that' s for | |
But tattooed on his mind | |
Is a reminder of the war | |
He gave up tattooing lovers | |
Where no room for any others | |
A line through every sweetheart | |
With another etched below | |
In every port a stormy girl | |
They loved him and they loved him so | |
Each one for all to see adorned | |
With Cupids and with bows | |
A mermaid and a schooner | |
Tells us he was once at sea | |
A heart pierced by an arrow | |
Tells us once more in love was he | |
and a dragon spitting fire | |
He' s forgotten what that' s for | |
But tattooed on his mind is a reminder of war | |
In the magic of the parlour | |
Swapping laughter swapping stories | |
Where the words are often hard | |
And the air is always blue | |
He remembers all his mates from then | |
He lost a couple maybe ten | |
Their headstone on his forearm as a crucifix tattoo | |
Now he leans upon the bar | |
With a mysterious air | |
And the ladies gather round | |
To view his decorated arms | |
He' ll tell them of each scroll and line | |
And other scars not so fine | |
And they always want to see | |
A little more of Old Jacks Charms | |
A mermaid and a schooner ... |
zuò cí : Almond, McGee | |
It was in the tattoo parlour | |
Where he engraved their names | |
Words a winding round his shoulders | |
Reminders now he' s older | |
In the magic of the parlour | |
Down his arm unwinds a story | |
Love and hate and Mum and Dad | |
In flames of hope and glory | |
A mermaid and a schooner | |
Tells us he was once at sea | |
A heart pierced by an arrow | |
Tells us once more in love was he | |
And a dragon spitting fire | |
He' s forgotten what that' s for | |
But tattooed on his mind | |
Is a reminder of the war | |
He gave up tattooing lovers | |
Where no room for any others | |
A line through every sweetheart | |
With another etched below | |
In every port a stormy girl | |
They loved him and they loved him so | |
Each one for all to see adorned | |
With Cupids and with bows | |
A mermaid and a schooner | |
Tells us he was once at sea | |
A heart pierced by an arrow | |
Tells us once more in love was he | |
and a dragon spitting fire | |
He' s forgotten what that' s for | |
But tattooed on his mind is a reminder of war | |
In the magic of the parlour | |
Swapping laughter swapping stories | |
Where the words are often hard | |
And the air is always blue | |
He remembers all his mates from then | |
He lost a couple maybe ten | |
Their headstone on his forearm as a crucifix tattoo | |
Now he leans upon the bar | |
With a mysterious air | |
And the ladies gather round | |
To view his decorated arms | |
He' ll tell them of each scroll and line | |
And other scars not so fine | |
And they always want to see | |
A little more of Old Jacks Charms | |
A mermaid and a schooner ... |