| Song | Slow Down Joe |
| Artist | Karl Blau |
| Album | Beneath Waves |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Karl Blau | |
| 作曲 : Karl Blau | |
| Slow down Joe | |
| Though it's a magical way to go | |
| With no brakes to stop this speed | |
| I'd like to think that you know where you're goin' | |
| But I've got to be real | |
| And it's hard to be real | |
| Without you comin' down | |
| For some an anchor would drown them | |
| But it could do us some good | |
| Let's rest in the harbor | |
| With the calmness of the bay | |
| And smell of the driftwood | |
| We could park up on the hill | |
| Let's look down on the town | |
| And turn around | |
| To watch The Sun peak o'er the mountain | |
| Slow down, Joe | |
| Though it's a magical way to go | |
| With no brakes to stop this speed | |
| I'd like to think - I'd like to think | |
| Damn Joe just pull o'er to the side there | |
| Let the bloody repetition of the freeway traffic | |
| Give you some clue | |
| Oh-whoa-Oh Joe! |
| zuo ci : Karl Blau | |
| zuo qu : Karl Blau | |
| Slow down Joe | |
| Though it' s a magical way to go | |
| With no brakes to stop this speed | |
| I' d like to think that you know where you' re goin' | |
| But I' ve got to be real | |
| And it' s hard to be real | |
| Without you comin' down | |
| For some an anchor would drown them | |
| But it could do us some good | |
| Let' s rest in the harbor | |
| With the calmness of the bay | |
| And smell of the driftwood | |
| We could park up on the hill | |
| Let' s look down on the town | |
| And turn around | |
| To watch The Sun peak o' er the mountain | |
| Slow down, Joe | |
| Though it' s a magical way to go | |
| With no brakes to stop this speed | |
| I' d like to think I' d like to think | |
| Damn Joe just pull o' er to the side there | |
| Let the bloody repetition of the freeway traffic | |
| Give you some clue | |
| OhwhoaOh Joe! |
| zuò cí : Karl Blau | |
| zuò qǔ : Karl Blau | |
| Slow down Joe | |
| Though it' s a magical way to go | |
| With no brakes to stop this speed | |
| I' d like to think that you know where you' re goin' | |
| But I' ve got to be real | |
| And it' s hard to be real | |
| Without you comin' down | |
| For some an anchor would drown them | |
| But it could do us some good | |
| Let' s rest in the harbor | |
| With the calmness of the bay | |
| And smell of the driftwood | |
| We could park up on the hill | |
| Let' s look down on the town | |
| And turn around | |
| To watch The Sun peak o' er the mountain | |
| Slow down, Joe | |
| Though it' s a magical way to go | |
| With no brakes to stop this speed | |
| I' d like to think I' d like to think | |
| Damn Joe just pull o' er to the side there | |
| Let the bloody repetition of the freeway traffic | |
| Give you some clue | |
| OhwhoaOh Joe! |