Song | Charlie Freak |
Artist | Steely Dan |
Album | Pretzel Logic |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Becker, Fagen |
[00:08.25] | Charlie freak had but one thing to call his own |
[00:15.49] | Three weight ounce pure golden ring no precious stone |
[00:23.23] | Five nights without a bite |
[00:25.66] | No place to lay his head |
[00:29.53] | And if nobody takes him in |
[00:33.27] | Hell soon be dead |
[00:44.63] | On the street he spied my face I heard him hail |
[00:51.99] | In our plot of frozen space he told his tale |
[00:59.67] | Poor man, he showed his hand |
[01:02.29] | So righteous was his need |
[01:06.03] | And me so wise I bought his prize |
[01:09.84] | For chicken feed |
[01:15.14] | |
[01:21.35] | Newfound cash soon begs to smash a state of mind |
[01:28.27] | Close inspection fast revealed his favorite kind |
[01:36.20] | Poor kid, he overdid |
[01:38.70] | Embraced the spreading haze |
[01:42.50] | And while he sighed his body died |
[01:46.12] | In fifteen ways |
[02:04.78] | When I heard I grabbed a cab to where he lay |
[02:12.02] | round his arm the plastic tag read d.o.a. |
[02:19.75] | Yes jack, I gave it back |
[02:22.37] | The ring I could not own |
[02:26.18] | Now come my friend Ill take your hand |
[02:29.74] | And lead you home |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Becker, Fagen |
[00:08.25] | Charlie freak had but one thing to call his own |
[00:15.49] | Three weight ounce pure golden ring no precious stone |
[00:23.23] | Five nights without a bite |
[00:25.66] | No place to lay his head |
[00:29.53] | And if nobody takes him in |
[00:33.27] | Hell soon be dead |
[00:44.63] | On the street he spied my face I heard him hail |
[00:51.99] | In our plot of frozen space he told his tale |
[00:59.67] | Poor man, he showed his hand |
[01:02.29] | So righteous was his need |
[01:06.03] | And me so wise I bought his prize |
[01:09.84] | For chicken feed |
[01:15.14] | |
[01:21.35] | Newfound cash soon begs to smash a state of mind |
[01:28.27] | Close inspection fast revealed his favorite kind |
[01:36.20] | Poor kid, he overdid |
[01:38.70] | Embraced the spreading haze |
[01:42.50] | And while he sighed his body died |
[01:46.12] | In fifteen ways |
[02:04.78] | When I heard I grabbed a cab to where he lay |
[02:12.02] | round his arm the plastic tag read d. o. a. |
[02:19.75] | Yes jack, I gave it back |
[02:22.37] | The ring I could not own |
[02:26.18] | Now come my friend Ill take your hand |
[02:29.74] | And lead you home |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Becker, Fagen |
[00:08.25] | Charlie freak had but one thing to call his own |
[00:15.49] | Three weight ounce pure golden ring no precious stone |
[00:23.23] | Five nights without a bite |
[00:25.66] | No place to lay his head |
[00:29.53] | And if nobody takes him in |
[00:33.27] | Hell soon be dead |
[00:44.63] | On the street he spied my face I heard him hail |
[00:51.99] | In our plot of frozen space he told his tale |
[00:59.67] | Poor man, he showed his hand |
[01:02.29] | So righteous was his need |
[01:06.03] | And me so wise I bought his prize |
[01:09.84] | For chicken feed |
[01:15.14] | |
[01:21.35] | Newfound cash soon begs to smash a state of mind |
[01:28.27] | Close inspection fast revealed his favorite kind |
[01:36.20] | Poor kid, he overdid |
[01:38.70] | Embraced the spreading haze |
[01:42.50] | And while he sighed his body died |
[01:46.12] | In fifteen ways |
[02:04.78] | When I heard I grabbed a cab to where he lay |
[02:12.02] | round his arm the plastic tag read d. o. a. |
[02:19.75] | Yes jack, I gave it back |
[02:22.37] | The ring I could not own |
[02:26.18] | Now come my friend Ill take your hand |
[02:29.74] | And lead you home |