| Song | Notting Hill Blues |
| Artist | Aztec Camera |
| Album | Stray |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Frame | |
| Words and music by | |
| Roddy Frame | |
| All the madness in the mirror, | |
| The tremblin' and the tears. | |
| It takes a long time comin' out, | |
| It's comin' out of here. | |
| I've been wandering your | |
| London town, | |
| And it's wearin' out my shoes. | |
| It's a long road comin' down, | |
| Comin' down with the blues. | |
| But when you hold me and really make love to me, | |
| I know that love is true forgiveness. | |
| Time on my mind is time spent with you, | |
| But it's time that | |
| I can't find, | |
| With the Notting | |
| Hill blues. | |
| Lovers pass me on the gate, | |
| Like distant cousings, removed, | |
| Holding hands, it seems like an act of fate, | |
| And I'm almost moved. | |
| But love has left me standing still, | |
| With no directions and no clues, | |
| No speech to let my feelings loose. | |
| A celebration of the blues. | |
| But when you hold me and really make love to me, | |
| I know that love is true forgiveness. | |
| Out on the road | |
| I was down with the crew, | |
| Now I'm all alone, on the run, | |
| With the Notting | |
| Hill blues. | |
| And it's a lonely, lonely time, | |
| Sadness preys upon my mind, | |
| A telephone and a bottle of booze, | |
| But who do you call? when your tongue tied, | |
| Up all night. |
| zuo ci : Frame | |
| Words and music by | |
| Roddy Frame | |
| All the madness in the mirror, | |
| The tremblin' and the tears. | |
| It takes a long time comin' out, | |
| It' s comin' out of here. | |
| I' ve been wandering your | |
| London town, | |
| And it' s wearin' out my shoes. | |
| It' s a long road comin' down, | |
| Comin' down with the blues. | |
| But when you hold me and really make love to me, | |
| I know that love is true forgiveness. | |
| Time on my mind is time spent with you, | |
| But it' s time that | |
| I can' t find, | |
| With the Notting | |
| Hill blues. | |
| Lovers pass me on the gate, | |
| Like distant cousings, removed, | |
| Holding hands, it seems like an act of fate, | |
| And I' m almost moved. | |
| But love has left me standing still, | |
| With no directions and no clues, | |
| No speech to let my feelings loose. | |
| A celebration of the blues. | |
| But when you hold me and really make love to me, | |
| I know that love is true forgiveness. | |
| Out on the road | |
| I was down with the crew, | |
| Now I' m all alone, on the run, | |
| With the Notting | |
| Hill blues. | |
| And it' s a lonely, lonely time, | |
| Sadness preys upon my mind, | |
| A telephone and a bottle of booze, | |
| But who do you call? when your tongue tied, | |
| Up all night. |
| zuò cí : Frame | |
| Words and music by | |
| Roddy Frame | |
| All the madness in the mirror, | |
| The tremblin' and the tears. | |
| It takes a long time comin' out, | |
| It' s comin' out of here. | |
| I' ve been wandering your | |
| London town, | |
| And it' s wearin' out my shoes. | |
| It' s a long road comin' down, | |
| Comin' down with the blues. | |
| But when you hold me and really make love to me, | |
| I know that love is true forgiveness. | |
| Time on my mind is time spent with you, | |
| But it' s time that | |
| I can' t find, | |
| With the Notting | |
| Hill blues. | |
| Lovers pass me on the gate, | |
| Like distant cousings, removed, | |
| Holding hands, it seems like an act of fate, | |
| And I' m almost moved. | |
| But love has left me standing still, | |
| With no directions and no clues, | |
| No speech to let my feelings loose. | |
| A celebration of the blues. | |
| But when you hold me and really make love to me, | |
| I know that love is true forgiveness. | |
| Out on the road | |
| I was down with the crew, | |
| Now I' m all alone, on the run, | |
| With the Notting | |
| Hill blues. | |
| And it' s a lonely, lonely time, | |
| Sadness preys upon my mind, | |
| A telephone and a bottle of booze, | |
| But who do you call? when your tongue tied, | |
| Up all night. |