The Sacred Scrolls Of Pop

The Sacred Scrolls Of Pop Lyrics

Song The Sacred Scrolls Of Pop
Artist Henry Priestman
Album The Chronicles Of Modern Life
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作曲 : Gilbert, Priestman
Oh I went down to Memphis to see what had become
Of those little works of art that hung out there at the sun
And I hit the Motor City, I was looking for the scene
Of the sound of soul that helped to fuel a million teenage dreams
Oh nobody could help me, they said they were all lost
To the bureaucrats and bean-counters that only count the cost
No-one could save me, they said it was too late
But I'll keep on keeping on until I reach heaven's gate
Oh I'm looking around, but I ain't hit the spot
I need three minutes now that'll make my heart stop
Oh so tell me that it's too late
It's a race against the clock
But I'm still looking around
I'm searching for the sacred scrolls of pop
Gonna keep on looking
So I sail on down the Mersey to fee that beating heart
But I had to wade through heritage before my trip could start
Yet in the highlands and the valleys, in the urban sprawl and smoke
There's a torch held high and shining and while it burns there's still hope
Oh I'm looking around, but I ain't hit the spot
I've done thirty years now, there's no way I can stop
Oh so tell me that it's too late
It's a race against the clock
But I keep looking around
I'm searching for the sacred scrolls of pop
Some say they crashed and burned, they met a sorry end
But I believe they're out there and they will be found again
I hear an old guitar and a battered tambourine
Someone blowing harp and I feel I'm seventeen again
Oh I'm looking around, but I ain't hit the spot
I need three minutes now that'll make my heart stop
Oh so tell me that it's too late
It's a race against the clock
But I keep looking around
Oh I'm looking around, but I ain't hit the spot
I've done thirty years now, there's no way I can stop
Oh so tell me that it's too late
It's a race against the clock
But I keep looking around
I'm searching for the sacred scrolls of pop
I keep on looking
Gonna keep on searching
Gonna keep on looking
zuo qu : Gilbert, Priestman
Oh I went down to Memphis to see what had become
Of those little works of art that hung out there at the sun
And I hit the Motor City, I was looking for the scene
Of the sound of soul that helped to fuel a million teenage dreams
Oh nobody could help me, they said they were all lost
To the bureaucrats and beancounters that only count the cost
Noone could save me, they said it was too late
But I' ll keep on keeping on until I reach heaven' s gate
Oh I' m looking around, but I ain' t hit the spot
I need three minutes now that' ll make my heart stop
Oh so tell me that it' s too late
It' s a race against the clock
But I' m still looking around
I' m searching for the sacred scrolls of pop
Gonna keep on looking
So I sail on down the Mersey to fee that beating heart
But I had to wade through heritage before my trip could start
Yet in the highlands and the valleys, in the urban sprawl and smoke
There' s a torch held high and shining and while it burns there' s still hope
Oh I' m looking around, but I ain' t hit the spot
I' ve done thirty years now, there' s no way I can stop
Oh so tell me that it' s too late
It' s a race against the clock
But I keep looking around
I' m searching for the sacred scrolls of pop
Some say they crashed and burned, they met a sorry end
But I believe they' re out there and they will be found again
I hear an old guitar and a battered tambourine
Someone blowing harp and I feel I' m seventeen again
Oh I' m looking around, but I ain' t hit the spot
I need three minutes now that' ll make my heart stop
Oh so tell me that it' s too late
It' s a race against the clock
But I keep looking around
Oh I' m looking around, but I ain' t hit the spot
I' ve done thirty years now, there' s no way I can stop
Oh so tell me that it' s too late
It' s a race against the clock
But I keep looking around
I' m searching for the sacred scrolls of pop
I keep on looking
Gonna keep on searching
Gonna keep on looking
zuò qǔ : Gilbert, Priestman
Oh I went down to Memphis to see what had become
Of those little works of art that hung out there at the sun
And I hit the Motor City, I was looking for the scene
Of the sound of soul that helped to fuel a million teenage dreams
Oh nobody could help me, they said they were all lost
To the bureaucrats and beancounters that only count the cost
Noone could save me, they said it was too late
But I' ll keep on keeping on until I reach heaven' s gate
Oh I' m looking around, but I ain' t hit the spot
I need three minutes now that' ll make my heart stop
Oh so tell me that it' s too late
It' s a race against the clock
But I' m still looking around
I' m searching for the sacred scrolls of pop
Gonna keep on looking
So I sail on down the Mersey to fee that beating heart
But I had to wade through heritage before my trip could start
Yet in the highlands and the valleys, in the urban sprawl and smoke
There' s a torch held high and shining and while it burns there' s still hope
Oh I' m looking around, but I ain' t hit the spot
I' ve done thirty years now, there' s no way I can stop
Oh so tell me that it' s too late
It' s a race against the clock
But I keep looking around
I' m searching for the sacred scrolls of pop
Some say they crashed and burned, they met a sorry end
But I believe they' re out there and they will be found again
I hear an old guitar and a battered tambourine
Someone blowing harp and I feel I' m seventeen again
Oh I' m looking around, but I ain' t hit the spot
I need three minutes now that' ll make my heart stop
Oh so tell me that it' s too late
It' s a race against the clock
But I keep looking around
Oh I' m looking around, but I ain' t hit the spot
I' ve done thirty years now, there' s no way I can stop
Oh so tell me that it' s too late
It' s a race against the clock
But I keep looking around
I' m searching for the sacred scrolls of pop
I keep on looking
Gonna keep on searching
Gonna keep on looking
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