Song | The Barricades of Heaven |
Artist | Jackson Browne |
Album | Solo Acoustic, Vol. 1 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Browne, Conte, Goldenberg ... | |
Running down around the towns along the shore | |
When i was sixteen and on my own | |
No, i couldn't tell you what the hell those brakes were for | |
I was just trying to hear my song | |
Jimmy found his own sweet sound and won that free guitar | |
We'd all get in the van and play | |
Life became the paradox, the bear, the rouge et noir | |
And the stretch of road running to l.a. | |
Pages turning | |
Pages we were years from learning | |
Straight into the night our hearts were flung | |
Better bring your own redemption when you come | |
To the barricades of heaven where i'm from | |
All the world was shining from those hills | |
The stars above and the lights below | |
Among those there to test their fortunes and their wills | |
I lost track of the score long ago | |
Pages turning | |
Pages we were years from learning | |
Straight into the night our hearts were flung | |
Better bring your own redemption when you come | |
To the barricades of heaven where i'm from | |
Childhood comes for me at night | |
Voices of my friends | |
Your face bathing me in light | |
Hope that never ends | |
Pages turning | |
Pages torn and pages burning | |
Faded pages, open in the sun | |
Better bring your own redemption when you come | |
To the barricades of heaven where i'm from. | |
Better bring your own redemption when you come | |
To the barricades of heaven where i'm from. |
zuo ci : Browne, Conte, Goldenberg ... | |
Running down around the towns along the shore | |
When i was sixteen and on my own | |
No, i couldn' t tell you what the hell those brakes were for | |
I was just trying to hear my song | |
Jimmy found his own sweet sound and won that free guitar | |
We' d all get in the van and play | |
Life became the paradox, the bear, the rouge et noir | |
And the stretch of road running to l. a. | |
Pages turning | |
Pages we were years from learning | |
Straight into the night our hearts were flung | |
Better bring your own redemption when you come | |
To the barricades of heaven where i' m from | |
All the world was shining from those hills | |
The stars above and the lights below | |
Among those there to test their fortunes and their wills | |
I lost track of the score long ago | |
Pages turning | |
Pages we were years from learning | |
Straight into the night our hearts were flung | |
Better bring your own redemption when you come | |
To the barricades of heaven where i' m from | |
Childhood comes for me at night | |
Voices of my friends | |
Your face bathing me in light | |
Hope that never ends | |
Pages turning | |
Pages torn and pages burning | |
Faded pages, open in the sun | |
Better bring your own redemption when you come | |
To the barricades of heaven where i' m from. | |
Better bring your own redemption when you come | |
To the barricades of heaven where i' m from. |
zuò cí : Browne, Conte, Goldenberg ... | |
Running down around the towns along the shore | |
When i was sixteen and on my own | |
No, i couldn' t tell you what the hell those brakes were for | |
I was just trying to hear my song | |
Jimmy found his own sweet sound and won that free guitar | |
We' d all get in the van and play | |
Life became the paradox, the bear, the rouge et noir | |
And the stretch of road running to l. a. | |
Pages turning | |
Pages we were years from learning | |
Straight into the night our hearts were flung | |
Better bring your own redemption when you come | |
To the barricades of heaven where i' m from | |
All the world was shining from those hills | |
The stars above and the lights below | |
Among those there to test their fortunes and their wills | |
I lost track of the score long ago | |
Pages turning | |
Pages we were years from learning | |
Straight into the night our hearts were flung | |
Better bring your own redemption when you come | |
To the barricades of heaven where i' m from | |
Childhood comes for me at night | |
Voices of my friends | |
Your face bathing me in light | |
Hope that never ends | |
Pages turning | |
Pages torn and pages burning | |
Faded pages, open in the sun | |
Better bring your own redemption when you come | |
To the barricades of heaven where i' m from. | |
Better bring your own redemption when you come | |
To the barricades of heaven where i' m from. |