Song | Support Your Local Emperor |
Artist | Blues Traveler |
Album | Live on the Rocks |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Kinchla, Popper, Sheehan | |
Music: Bobby | |
Sheehan & | |
Chan Kinchla | |
Lyrics: John | |
Popper Support your local emperor | |
Pay him tribute every time | |
Let it be known he holds your fate | |
From his fingertips shall flow the wine | |
Tell him when he speaks the air is sweet | |
Wherever he walks rosebeds be laid | |
So that he may always feel secure | |
In the vast empire that he's made | |
But could you tell me what he's ever done for you? | |
I'm not the one that needed an army | |
I'm not the one that needed respect | |
I'm not the one that hopes they'll remember | |
I'm not the one they'll likely forget | |
It seems one's going to walk | |
Where he's willing to walk | |
And with the ears of a bat | |
And the eyes of a hawk | |
You can see in the end | |
It's just a little bit of talk | |
But a rodent's always looking | |
For some cat he can stalk | |
To meow for him, to meow for him... | |
Remember once when you were young | |
It really was not all that long ago | |
You reached out your hand and it was met | |
If you let your heart will tell you so | |
So bow your head don't meet his eyes | |
When royalty speaks you then reply | |
Someday he may find his throne is cold | |
Someday he may chance to wonder why | |
But could you tell me what he's ever done for you? | |
I'm not the one that needed an army | |
I'm not the one that needed respect | |
I'm not the one that hopes they'll remember | |
I'm not the one they'll likely forget | |
It seems one's going to walk | |
Where he's willing to walk | |
And with the ears of a bat | |
And the eyes of a hawk | |
You can see in the end | |
It's just a little bit of talk | |
But a rodent's always looking | |
For some cat he can stalk | |
To meow for him, to meow for him... | |
Support your local emperor | |
Pay him tribute every time | |
Let it be known he holds your fate | |
From his fingertips shall flow the wine | |
Tell him when he speaks the air is sweet | |
Wherever he walks rosebeds be laid | |
Someday he may find his throne is cold | |
In the vast empire that he's made | |
That he's made... |
zuo ci : Kinchla, Popper, Sheehan | |
Music: Bobby | |
Sheehan | |
Chan Kinchla | |
Lyrics: John | |
Popper Support your local emperor | |
Pay him tribute every time | |
Let it be known he holds your fate | |
From his fingertips shall flow the wine | |
Tell him when he speaks the air is sweet | |
Wherever he walks rosebeds be laid | |
So that he may always feel secure | |
In the vast empire that he' s made | |
But could you tell me what he' s ever done for you? | |
I' m not the one that needed an army | |
I' m not the one that needed respect | |
I' m not the one that hopes they' ll remember | |
I' m not the one they' ll likely forget | |
It seems one' s going to walk | |
Where he' s willing to walk | |
And with the ears of a bat | |
And the eyes of a hawk | |
You can see in the end | |
It' s just a little bit of talk | |
But a rodent' s always looking | |
For some cat he can stalk | |
To meow for him, to meow for him... | |
Remember once when you were young | |
It really was not all that long ago | |
You reached out your hand and it was met | |
If you let your heart will tell you so | |
So bow your head don' t meet his eyes | |
When royalty speaks you then reply | |
Someday he may find his throne is cold | |
Someday he may chance to wonder why | |
But could you tell me what he' s ever done for you? | |
I' m not the one that needed an army | |
I' m not the one that needed respect | |
I' m not the one that hopes they' ll remember | |
I' m not the one they' ll likely forget | |
It seems one' s going to walk | |
Where he' s willing to walk | |
And with the ears of a bat | |
And the eyes of a hawk | |
You can see in the end | |
It' s just a little bit of talk | |
But a rodent' s always looking | |
For some cat he can stalk | |
To meow for him, to meow for him... | |
Support your local emperor | |
Pay him tribute every time | |
Let it be known he holds your fate | |
From his fingertips shall flow the wine | |
Tell him when he speaks the air is sweet | |
Wherever he walks rosebeds be laid | |
Someday he may find his throne is cold | |
In the vast empire that he' s made | |
That he' s made... |
zuò cí : Kinchla, Popper, Sheehan | |
Music: Bobby | |
Sheehan | |
Chan Kinchla | |
Lyrics: John | |
Popper Support your local emperor | |
Pay him tribute every time | |
Let it be known he holds your fate | |
From his fingertips shall flow the wine | |
Tell him when he speaks the air is sweet | |
Wherever he walks rosebeds be laid | |
So that he may always feel secure | |
In the vast empire that he' s made | |
But could you tell me what he' s ever done for you? | |
I' m not the one that needed an army | |
I' m not the one that needed respect | |
I' m not the one that hopes they' ll remember | |
I' m not the one they' ll likely forget | |
It seems one' s going to walk | |
Where he' s willing to walk | |
And with the ears of a bat | |
And the eyes of a hawk | |
You can see in the end | |
It' s just a little bit of talk | |
But a rodent' s always looking | |
For some cat he can stalk | |
To meow for him, to meow for him... | |
Remember once when you were young | |
It really was not all that long ago | |
You reached out your hand and it was met | |
If you let your heart will tell you so | |
So bow your head don' t meet his eyes | |
When royalty speaks you then reply | |
Someday he may find his throne is cold | |
Someday he may chance to wonder why | |
But could you tell me what he' s ever done for you? | |
I' m not the one that needed an army | |
I' m not the one that needed respect | |
I' m not the one that hopes they' ll remember | |
I' m not the one they' ll likely forget | |
It seems one' s going to walk | |
Where he' s willing to walk | |
And with the ears of a bat | |
And the eyes of a hawk | |
You can see in the end | |
It' s just a little bit of talk | |
But a rodent' s always looking | |
For some cat he can stalk | |
To meow for him, to meow for him... | |
Support your local emperor | |
Pay him tribute every time | |
Let it be known he holds your fate | |
From his fingertips shall flow the wine | |
Tell him when he speaks the air is sweet | |
Wherever he walks rosebeds be laid | |
Someday he may find his throne is cold | |
In the vast empire that he' s made | |
That he' s made... |