| Song | No One Came |
| Artist | Deep Purple |
| Album | LIVE AT MONTREUX 1996 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Blackmore, Gillan, Glover ... | |
| Written:Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice | |
| Maybe it's because I'm only starting | |
| That I think it won't take too long | |
| Maybe it's because I can see you laughing | |
| That I think you've got it wrong | |
| Maybe I could be like Robin Hood | |
| Like and outlaw dressed all in green | |
| Someone said what's he gonna turn out like | |
| And someone else said never mind | |
| Well I was big and bold and more than twice as old | |
| As all the cats I'd ever seen | |
| I grew my hair and bought a suit | |
| Of shiny white or was it cream | |
| I shook and shivered danced and quivered | |
| And stood on a mountain top | |
| No one came from miles around and said | |
| Man your music is really hot | |
| Well I knew what they meant because I was a freak | |
| My throat was tired and worn | |
| My pretty face just looked out of place | |
| As they poured on the scorn | |
| I wrote on yellow paper from a man who was the king | |
| He said my boy we'll have some crazy scenes | |
| There weren't any scenes at all like he was talkin' about | |
| He must've been the king of queens | |
| Well I could write a million songs about the things I've done | |
| But I could never sing them so they'd never get sung | |
| There's a law for the rich and one for the poor | |
| and there's another one for singers | |
| It's die young and live much longer | |
| Spend your money and sit and wonder | |
| No-one came for miles around | |
| And said man your music is really funky | |
| I believe that I must tell the truth | |
| And say things as they really are | |
| But if I told the truth and nothing but the truth | |
| Could I ever be a star | |
| Nobody knows who's real and who's fakin' | |
| Everyone's shouting out loud | |
| It's only the glitter and shine that gets thru | |
| Where's my Robin Hood outfit | |
| Well I've come and I've gone before you wink an eye | |
| No-one ever care enough to say goodbye | |
| The money's good and the time you have | |
| Fun and games galore | |
| But you spend your money and lie in bed forgotten | |
| And you wonder what you did it for | |
| No-one came from miles around | |
| And said man who's he? |
| zuo ci : Blackmore, Gillan, Glover ... | |
| Written: Blackmore Gillan Glover Lord Paice | |
| Maybe it' s because I' m only starting | |
| That I think it won' t take too long | |
| Maybe it' s because I can see you laughing | |
| That I think you' ve got it wrong | |
| Maybe I could be like Robin Hood | |
| Like and outlaw dressed all in green | |
| Someone said what' s he gonna turn out like | |
| And someone else said never mind | |
| Well I was big and bold and more than twice as old | |
| As all the cats I' d ever seen | |
| I grew my hair and bought a suit | |
| Of shiny white or was it cream | |
| I shook and shivered danced and quivered | |
| And stood on a mountain top | |
| No one came from miles around and said | |
| Man your music is really hot | |
| Well I knew what they meant because I was a freak | |
| My throat was tired and worn | |
| My pretty face just looked out of place | |
| As they poured on the scorn | |
| I wrote on yellow paper from a man who was the king | |
| He said my boy we' ll have some crazy scenes | |
| There weren' t any scenes at all like he was talkin' about | |
| He must' ve been the king of queens | |
| Well I could write a million songs about the things I' ve done | |
| But I could never sing them so they' d never get sung | |
| There' s a law for the rich and one for the poor | |
| and there' s another one for singers | |
| It' s die young and live much longer | |
| Spend your money and sit and wonder | |
| Noone came for miles around | |
| And said man your music is really funky | |
| I believe that I must tell the truth | |
| And say things as they really are | |
| But if I told the truth and nothing but the truth | |
| Could I ever be a star | |
| Nobody knows who' s real and who' s fakin' | |
| Everyone' s shouting out loud | |
| It' s only the glitter and shine that gets thru | |
| Where' s my Robin Hood outfit | |
| Well I' ve come and I' ve gone before you wink an eye | |
| Noone ever care enough to say goodbye | |
| The money' s good and the time you have | |
| Fun and games galore | |
| But you spend your money and lie in bed forgotten | |
| And you wonder what you did it for | |
| Noone came from miles around | |
| And said man who' s he? |
| zuò cí : Blackmore, Gillan, Glover ... | |
| Written: Blackmore Gillan Glover Lord Paice | |
| Maybe it' s because I' m only starting | |
| That I think it won' t take too long | |
| Maybe it' s because I can see you laughing | |
| That I think you' ve got it wrong | |
| Maybe I could be like Robin Hood | |
| Like and outlaw dressed all in green | |
| Someone said what' s he gonna turn out like | |
| And someone else said never mind | |
| Well I was big and bold and more than twice as old | |
| As all the cats I' d ever seen | |
| I grew my hair and bought a suit | |
| Of shiny white or was it cream | |
| I shook and shivered danced and quivered | |
| And stood on a mountain top | |
| No one came from miles around and said | |
| Man your music is really hot | |
| Well I knew what they meant because I was a freak | |
| My throat was tired and worn | |
| My pretty face just looked out of place | |
| As they poured on the scorn | |
| I wrote on yellow paper from a man who was the king | |
| He said my boy we' ll have some crazy scenes | |
| There weren' t any scenes at all like he was talkin' about | |
| He must' ve been the king of queens | |
| Well I could write a million songs about the things I' ve done | |
| But I could never sing them so they' d never get sung | |
| There' s a law for the rich and one for the poor | |
| and there' s another one for singers | |
| It' s die young and live much longer | |
| Spend your money and sit and wonder | |
| Noone came for miles around | |
| And said man your music is really funky | |
| I believe that I must tell the truth | |
| And say things as they really are | |
| But if I told the truth and nothing but the truth | |
| Could I ever be a star | |
| Nobody knows who' s real and who' s fakin' | |
| Everyone' s shouting out loud | |
| It' s only the glitter and shine that gets thru | |
| Where' s my Robin Hood outfit | |
| Well I' ve come and I' ve gone before you wink an eye | |
| Noone ever care enough to say goodbye | |
| The money' s good and the time you have | |
| Fun and games galore | |
| But you spend your money and lie in bed forgotten | |
| And you wonder what you did it for | |
| Noone came from miles around | |
| And said man who' s he? |