Song | Every Fucking City |
Artist | Paul Kelly |
Album | Songs From The South Vol 1 & Vol 2 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Paul Kelly | |
作词 : Paul Kelly | |
We argued on the channel train to Paris | |
The vin rouge helped us make it sweet again | |
But by the time that we got down to Lyon | |
Everything I said was wrong and you cursed me in the rain | |
We split up for a while in Barcelona | |
We met up six days later in Madrid | |
I was hoping that the break would make things go a little better for us | |
And for a little while it almost did | |
Now I'm in a bar in Copenhagen | |
And i'm trying hard to forget your name | |
And I'm staring at the label on a bottle of cerveza | |
And every fucking city feels the same | |
You said to call you when I got to London | |
A French girl told me that you'd left a note | |
I said to her "I like your accent" and she thought I sounded funny | |
So we ended up drinking in Soho | |
Foolishly I followed you to Dublin | |
Like a ghost I walked the streets of Temple Bar | |
And all the bright young things were throwing up their Guinness in the gutters | |
And once I thought I saw you from afar | |
Now I'm in a nightclub in Helsinki | |
And they're playing La Vida Loca once again | |
And I can't believe I'm dancing to this crap but I'm a chance here | |
And every fucking city sounds the same | |
At a cafe in the port of Amsterdam | |
An E-mail from you said you'd gone to Rome | |
For a minute I thought maybe but my funds were running low | |
And anyway it sounded like you weren't alone | |
So I headed north until I got to Hamburg | |
A chilly city suits a troubled soul | |
And on the Reeperbahn I paid a woman far too much | |
To kick me out before I'd even reached my goal | |
Now I'm in a restaurant in Stockholm | |
And the waiter here wants me to know his name | |
And I can order sandwiches in seven different languages | |
But every fucking city looks the same | |
Arriverderci, au revoir, aufwiedersen, hasta la vista baby | |
Yeah, every fucking city's just the same |
zuo qu : Paul Kelly | |
zuo ci : Paul Kelly | |
We argued on the channel train to Paris | |
The vin rouge helped us make it sweet again | |
But by the time that we got down to Lyon | |
Everything I said was wrong and you cursed me in the rain | |
We split up for a while in Barcelona | |
We met up six days later in Madrid | |
I was hoping that the break would make things go a little better for us | |
And for a little while it almost did | |
Now I' m in a bar in Copenhagen | |
And i' m trying hard to forget your name | |
And I' m staring at the label on a bottle of cerveza | |
And every fucking city feels the same | |
You said to call you when I got to London | |
A French girl told me that you' d left a note | |
I said to her " I like your accent" and she thought I sounded funny | |
So we ended up drinking in Soho | |
Foolishly I followed you to Dublin | |
Like a ghost I walked the streets of Temple Bar | |
And all the bright young things were throwing up their Guinness in the gutters | |
And once I thought I saw you from afar | |
Now I' m in a nightclub in Helsinki | |
And they' re playing La Vida Loca once again | |
And I can' t believe I' m dancing to this crap but I' m a chance here | |
And every fucking city sounds the same | |
At a cafe in the port of Amsterdam | |
An Email from you said you' d gone to Rome | |
For a minute I thought maybe but my funds were running low | |
And anyway it sounded like you weren' t alone | |
So I headed north until I got to Hamburg | |
A chilly city suits a troubled soul | |
And on the Reeperbahn I paid a woman far too much | |
To kick me out before I' d even reached my goal | |
Now I' m in a restaurant in Stockholm | |
And the waiter here wants me to know his name | |
And I can order sandwiches in seven different languages | |
But every fucking city looks the same | |
Arriverderci, au revoir, aufwiedersen, hasta la vista baby | |
Yeah, every fucking city' s just the same |
zuò qǔ : Paul Kelly | |
zuò cí : Paul Kelly | |
We argued on the channel train to Paris | |
The vin rouge helped us make it sweet again | |
But by the time that we got down to Lyon | |
Everything I said was wrong and you cursed me in the rain | |
We split up for a while in Barcelona | |
We met up six days later in Madrid | |
I was hoping that the break would make things go a little better for us | |
And for a little while it almost did | |
Now I' m in a bar in Copenhagen | |
And i' m trying hard to forget your name | |
And I' m staring at the label on a bottle of cerveza | |
And every fucking city feels the same | |
You said to call you when I got to London | |
A French girl told me that you' d left a note | |
I said to her " I like your accent" and she thought I sounded funny | |
So we ended up drinking in Soho | |
Foolishly I followed you to Dublin | |
Like a ghost I walked the streets of Temple Bar | |
And all the bright young things were throwing up their Guinness in the gutters | |
And once I thought I saw you from afar | |
Now I' m in a nightclub in Helsinki | |
And they' re playing La Vida Loca once again | |
And I can' t believe I' m dancing to this crap but I' m a chance here | |
And every fucking city sounds the same | |
At a cafe in the port of Amsterdam | |
An Email from you said you' d gone to Rome | |
For a minute I thought maybe but my funds were running low | |
And anyway it sounded like you weren' t alone | |
So I headed north until I got to Hamburg | |
A chilly city suits a troubled soul | |
And on the Reeperbahn I paid a woman far too much | |
To kick me out before I' d even reached my goal | |
Now I' m in a restaurant in Stockholm | |
And the waiter here wants me to know his name | |
And I can order sandwiches in seven different languages | |
But every fucking city looks the same | |
Arriverderci, au revoir, aufwiedersen, hasta la vista baby | |
Yeah, every fucking city' s just the same |