Seabirds Lyrics
| Song | Seabirds |
| Artist | Joan Baez |
| Album | Gulf Winds |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Baez | |
| (Words and Music by Joan Baez) | |
| Don't worry about my politics | |
| They are what they are | |
| I work best when I get some rest | |
| Right now I'm in a bar | |
| Overlooking the whole wide world | |
| It's over the Pacific | |
| I've never written when I was drunk | |
| This could be terrific! | |
| And the seabird struggles in the wind | |
| She topples, balances again | |
| The lady sitting next to me | |
| Is gazing in the eyes | |
| Of the stranger sitting next to her | |
| Who is mouthing truths and lies | |
| He's actually quite nice I guess | |
| He has an honest look | |
| He doesn't know I've lost my mind | |
| Scribbling in this book | |
| And the seabird struggles in the wind | |
| She topples, balances again | |
| Consumed by the evening's masterpiece | |
| Completely introverted | |
| From here I could stare down eternity | |
| leave alone and not feel deserted | |
| I'm tired of interesting faces | |
| And the dull ones make my weep | |
| Don't ask me what my sign is | |
| Instant intimacy runs cheap | |
| The ocean is so bountiful | |
| It spreads from coast to coast | |
| The winds scale off the whitecaps | |
| And the things I love the most | |
| Come wafting up into my lap | |
| In the colors of the great sunrise | |
| Children holding cupcakes | |
| With paradise in their eyes | |
| And the seabird struggles in the wind | |
| She topples, balances again | |
| Four big pelicans just flew by | |
| The room got very still | |
| One of them carried the breath of God | |
| Tucked way back in his bill | |
| I know it was the breath of God | |
| It's the same as the secret of life | |
| He's carrying it off to the Shah of Iran | |
| To trade it for the end of strife | |
| And the seabird struggles in the wind | |
| She topples, balances again | |
| © 1976, 1977 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP) |
| zuo ci : Baez | |
| Words and Music by Joan Baez | |
| Don' t worry about my politics | |
| They are what they are | |
| I work best when I get some rest | |
| Right now I' m in a bar | |
| Overlooking the whole wide world | |
| It' s over the Pacific | |
| I' ve never written when I was drunk | |
| This could be terrific! | |
| And the seabird struggles in the wind | |
| She topples, balances again | |
| The lady sitting next to me | |
| Is gazing in the eyes | |
| Of the stranger sitting next to her | |
| Who is mouthing truths and lies | |
| He' s actually quite nice I guess | |
| He has an honest look | |
| He doesn' t know I' ve lost my mind | |
| Scribbling in this book | |
| And the seabird struggles in the wind | |
| She topples, balances again | |
| Consumed by the evening' s masterpiece | |
| Completely introverted | |
| From here I could stare down eternity | |
| leave alone and not feel deserted | |
| I' m tired of interesting faces | |
| And the dull ones make my weep | |
| Don' t ask me what my sign is | |
| Instant intimacy runs cheap | |
| The ocean is so bountiful | |
| It spreads from coast to coast | |
| The winds scale off the whitecaps | |
| And the things I love the most | |
| Come wafting up into my lap | |
| In the colors of the great sunrise | |
| Children holding cupcakes | |
| With paradise in their eyes | |
| And the seabird struggles in the wind | |
| She topples, balances again | |
| Four big pelicans just flew by | |
| The room got very still | |
| One of them carried the breath of God | |
| Tucked way back in his bill | |
| I know it was the breath of God | |
| It' s the same as the secret of life | |
| He' s carrying it off to the Shah of Iran | |
| To trade it for the end of strife | |
| And the seabird struggles in the wind | |
| She topples, balances again | |
| 1976, 1977 Gabriel Earl Music ASCAP |
| zuò cí : Baez | |
| Words and Music by Joan Baez | |
| Don' t worry about my politics | |
| They are what they are | |
| I work best when I get some rest | |
| Right now I' m in a bar | |
| Overlooking the whole wide world | |
| It' s over the Pacific | |
| I' ve never written when I was drunk | |
| This could be terrific! | |
| And the seabird struggles in the wind | |
| She topples, balances again | |
| The lady sitting next to me | |
| Is gazing in the eyes | |
| Of the stranger sitting next to her | |
| Who is mouthing truths and lies | |
| He' s actually quite nice I guess | |
| He has an honest look | |
| He doesn' t know I' ve lost my mind | |
| Scribbling in this book | |
| And the seabird struggles in the wind | |
| She topples, balances again | |
| Consumed by the evening' s masterpiece | |
| Completely introverted | |
| From here I could stare down eternity | |
| leave alone and not feel deserted | |
| I' m tired of interesting faces | |
| And the dull ones make my weep | |
| Don' t ask me what my sign is | |
| Instant intimacy runs cheap | |
| The ocean is so bountiful | |
| It spreads from coast to coast | |
| The winds scale off the whitecaps | |
| And the things I love the most | |
| Come wafting up into my lap | |
| In the colors of the great sunrise | |
| Children holding cupcakes | |
| With paradise in their eyes | |
| And the seabird struggles in the wind | |
| She topples, balances again | |
| Four big pelicans just flew by | |
| The room got very still | |
| One of them carried the breath of God | |
| Tucked way back in his bill | |
| I know it was the breath of God | |
| It' s the same as the secret of life | |
| He' s carrying it off to the Shah of Iran | |
| To trade it for the end of strife | |
| And the seabird struggles in the wind | |
| She topples, balances again | |
| 1976, 1977 Gabriel Earl Music ASCAP |
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