Song | Notting Hill Blues |
Artist | Aztec Camera |
Album | Stray |
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. |
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. |