| Song | Down Street |
| Artist | Steve Hackett |
| Album | Wild Orchids (Re-Issue 2013) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Roger King/Steve Hackett |
| [00:01.00] | 作曲 : Roger King/Steve Hackett |
| [00:06.36] | Dear friend you've come at last |
| [00:09.12] | I wish to impart to you something of a deeply personal nature |
| [00:14.94] | Dare we venture off the map |
| [00:19.17] | And indeed between the cracks |
| [00:20.67] | To a private road of sorts |
| [00:27.30] | I presume you have a strong will |
| [00:31.50] | And the stomach to match the underbelly of our fair city |
| [00:40.14] | You'll need this firm crowbar |
| [00:43.86] | Whilst I implore you to utilise no sense of smell |
| [00:52.59] | And to think people live down there |
| [00:57.12] | A rush of chill air heralds our clattering necropolis railway |
| [01:06.66] | Like a Transylvanian express plunging into rivers of fungi algae and eels |
| [01:16.95] | Ten million rats, one for each one of us |
| [01:20.46] | And to think people live down there |
| [01:24.48] | A race of wild hogs inhabit the sewers of Hampstead |
| [01:34.47] | A cesspool suburb superb supreme |
| [01:35.25] | Catacombs of Kensal Green |
| [01:41.22] | I know you'd like to slime away |
| [01:45.09] | Like those walled up under Whitechapel |
| [01:46.95] | But I've my own kind of Jubilee line out of sight and out of mind |
| [01:53.85] | And to think you'll have to live down there |
| [02:06.66] | Strangled streams, smothered rivers, London always gives me the shivers |
| [03:01.47] | Forty abandoned stations and Churchill's last bolthole |
| [03:07.29] | Impregnable as Hitler's bunker |
| [03:16.65] | Can't you see them dancing on the platform at Down Street |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Roger King Steve Hackett |
| [00:01.00] | zuo qu : Roger King Steve Hackett |
| [00:06.36] | Dear friend you' ve come at last |
| [00:09.12] | I wish to impart to you something of a deeply personal nature |
| [00:14.94] | Dare we venture off the map |
| [00:19.17] | And indeed between the cracks |
| [00:20.67] | To a private road of sorts |
| [00:27.30] | I presume you have a strong will |
| [00:31.50] | And the stomach to match the underbelly of our fair city |
| [00:40.14] | You' ll need this firm crowbar |
| [00:43.86] | Whilst I implore you to utilise no sense of smell |
| [00:52.59] | And to think people live down there |
| [00:57.12] | A rush of chill air heralds our clattering necropolis railway |
| [01:06.66] | Like a Transylvanian express plunging into rivers of fungi algae and eels |
| [01:16.95] | Ten million rats, one for each one of us |
| [01:20.46] | And to think people live down there |
| [01:24.48] | A race of wild hogs inhabit the sewers of Hampstead |
| [01:34.47] | A cesspool suburb superb supreme |
| [01:35.25] | Catacombs of Kensal Green |
| [01:41.22] | I know you' d like to slime away |
| [01:45.09] | Like those walled up under Whitechapel |
| [01:46.95] | But I' ve my own kind of Jubilee line out of sight and out of mind |
| [01:53.85] | And to think you' ll have to live down there |
| [02:06.66] | Strangled streams, smothered rivers, London always gives me the shivers |
| [03:01.47] | Forty abandoned stations and Churchill' s last bolthole |
| [03:07.29] | Impregnable as Hitler' s bunker |
| [03:16.65] | Can' t you see them dancing on the platform at Down Street |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Roger King Steve Hackett |
| [00:01.00] | zuò qǔ : Roger King Steve Hackett |
| [00:06.36] | Dear friend you' ve come at last |
| [00:09.12] | I wish to impart to you something of a deeply personal nature |
| [00:14.94] | Dare we venture off the map |
| [00:19.17] | And indeed between the cracks |
| [00:20.67] | To a private road of sorts |
| [00:27.30] | I presume you have a strong will |
| [00:31.50] | And the stomach to match the underbelly of our fair city |
| [00:40.14] | You' ll need this firm crowbar |
| [00:43.86] | Whilst I implore you to utilise no sense of smell |
| [00:52.59] | And to think people live down there |
| [00:57.12] | A rush of chill air heralds our clattering necropolis railway |
| [01:06.66] | Like a Transylvanian express plunging into rivers of fungi algae and eels |
| [01:16.95] | Ten million rats, one for each one of us |
| [01:20.46] | And to think people live down there |
| [01:24.48] | A race of wild hogs inhabit the sewers of Hampstead |
| [01:34.47] | A cesspool suburb superb supreme |
| [01:35.25] | Catacombs of Kensal Green |
| [01:41.22] | I know you' d like to slime away |
| [01:45.09] | Like those walled up under Whitechapel |
| [01:46.95] | But I' ve my own kind of Jubilee line out of sight and out of mind |
| [01:53.85] | And to think you' ll have to live down there |
| [02:06.66] | Strangled streams, smothered rivers, London always gives me the shivers |
| [03:01.47] | Forty abandoned stations and Churchill' s last bolthole |
| [03:07.29] | Impregnable as Hitler' s bunker |
| [03:16.65] | Can' t you see them dancing on the platform at Down Street |