Editing Floor Blues Lyrics
| Song | Editing Floor Blues |
| Artist | Cat Stevens |
| Album | Tell 'Em I'm Gone |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Yusuf / Cat Stevens |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Yusuf / Cat Stevens |
| [00:20.229] | I was born in the West-End |
| [00:23.413] | In the summer of ’48 |
| [00:26.885] | Above a small Cafe |
| [00:29.817] | Some people liked to come there and call it night |
| [00:32.483] | But for me it was all day |
| [00:35.958] | Oh! Now the dogs keep a-growlin’ |
| [00:43.413] | Round my front door |
| [00:48.761] | And the Truth howled out from the editing floor |
| [00:56.215] | |
| [00:58.338] | Years went by |
| [01:01.278] | Quarrymen came along |
| [01:04.209] | This boy became a star |
| [01:07.913] | Then he dropped – but got up again |
| [01:10.306] | With a Black Everly guitar |
| [01:13.516] | Then he searched along the road |
| [01:16.439] | A good song he was looking for |
| [01:26.022] | And the Truth sang out from the editing floor |
| [01:33.541] | |
| [01:48.448] | Big brother took a trip |
| [01:51.668] | As bold as he could be |
| [01:54.627] | To the place, he heard, |
| [01:57.831] | Where the good Prophets used to walk |
| [02:00.765] | High above this dark world |
| [02:03.701] | Then the Word came down |
| [02:09.279] | And the little brother saw |
| [02:16.489] | How the Truth was buried on the editing floor |
| [02:23.171] | |
| [02:35.431] | One day the papers rang us up, |
| [02:38.616] | T’check if I said this? |
| [02:41.796] | I said, “Oh boy! |
| [02:44.745] | I’d never say that!” |
| [02:47.658] | Then we got down to the truth of it |
| [02:50.584] | But they never printed that! |
| [02:54.036] | Just like Socrates, the man from Greece |
| [03:08.966] | Fell down on his knees |
| [03:15.104] | Said, Lord! Forgive them please |
| [03:20.432] | Forgive them please |
| [03:24.428] | And he spoke no more |
| [03:32.680] | And the cup spilled out on the editing floor |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Yusuf Cat Stevens |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : Yusuf Cat Stevens |
| [00:20.229] | I was born in the WestEnd |
| [00:23.413] | In the summer of ' 48 |
| [00:26.885] | Above a small Cafe |
| [00:29.817] | Some people liked to come there and call it night |
| [00:32.483] | But for me it was all day |
| [00:35.958] | Oh! Now the dogs keep agrowlin' |
| [00:43.413] | Round my front door |
| [00:48.761] | And the Truth howled out from the editing floor |
| [00:56.215] | |
| [00:58.338] | Years went by |
| [01:01.278] | Quarrymen came along |
| [01:04.209] | This boy became a star |
| [01:07.913] | Then he dropped but got up again |
| [01:10.306] | With a Black Everly guitar |
| [01:13.516] | Then he searched along the road |
| [01:16.439] | A good song he was looking for |
| [01:26.022] | And the Truth sang out from the editing floor |
| [01:33.541] | |
| [01:48.448] | Big brother took a trip |
| [01:51.668] | As bold as he could be |
| [01:54.627] | To the place, he heard, |
| [01:57.831] | Where the good Prophets used to walk |
| [02:00.765] | High above this dark world |
| [02:03.701] | Then the Word came down |
| [02:09.279] | And the little brother saw |
| [02:16.489] | How the Truth was buried on the editing floor |
| [02:23.171] | |
| [02:35.431] | One day the papers rang us up, |
| [02:38.616] | T' check if I said this? |
| [02:41.796] | I said, " Oh boy! |
| [02:44.745] | I' d never say that!" |
| [02:47.658] | Then we got down to the truth of it |
| [02:50.584] | But they never printed that! |
| [02:54.036] | Just like Socrates, the man from Greece |
| [03:08.966] | Fell down on his knees |
| [03:15.104] | Said, Lord! Forgive them please |
| [03:20.432] | Forgive them please |
| [03:24.428] | And he spoke no more |
| [03:32.680] | And the cup spilled out on the editing floor |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Yusuf Cat Stevens |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Yusuf Cat Stevens |
| [00:20.229] | I was born in the WestEnd |
| [00:23.413] | In the summer of ' 48 |
| [00:26.885] | Above a small Cafe |
| [00:29.817] | Some people liked to come there and call it night |
| [00:32.483] | But for me it was all day |
| [00:35.958] | Oh! Now the dogs keep agrowlin' |
| [00:43.413] | Round my front door |
| [00:48.761] | And the Truth howled out from the editing floor |
| [00:56.215] | |
| [00:58.338] | Years went by |
| [01:01.278] | Quarrymen came along |
| [01:04.209] | This boy became a star |
| [01:07.913] | Then he dropped but got up again |
| [01:10.306] | With a Black Everly guitar |
| [01:13.516] | Then he searched along the road |
| [01:16.439] | A good song he was looking for |
| [01:26.022] | And the Truth sang out from the editing floor |
| [01:33.541] | |
| [01:48.448] | Big brother took a trip |
| [01:51.668] | As bold as he could be |
| [01:54.627] | To the place, he heard, |
| [01:57.831] | Where the good Prophets used to walk |
| [02:00.765] | High above this dark world |
| [02:03.701] | Then the Word came down |
| [02:09.279] | And the little brother saw |
| [02:16.489] | How the Truth was buried on the editing floor |
| [02:23.171] | |
| [02:35.431] | One day the papers rang us up, |
| [02:38.616] | T' check if I said this? |
| [02:41.796] | I said, " Oh boy! |
| [02:44.745] | I' d never say that!" |
| [02:47.658] | Then we got down to the truth of it |
| [02:50.584] | But they never printed that! |
| [02:54.036] | Just like Socrates, the man from Greece |
| [03:08.966] | Fell down on his knees |
| [03:15.104] | Said, Lord! Forgive them please |
| [03:20.432] | Forgive them please |
| [03:24.428] | And he spoke no more |
| [03:32.680] | And the cup spilled out on the editing floor |
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