| Song | Lush Life |
| Artist | John Coltrane |
| Artist | Johnny Hartman |
| Album | The Impulse! Albums: Volume Two |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Strayhorn | |
| Lush Life | |
| John Coltrane & Johnny Hartman | |
| John Coltrane & Johnny Hartman | |
| I used to visit all the very gay places | |
| Those come-what-may places | |
| Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life | |
| To get the feel of life from jazz and cocktails | |
| The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces | |
| With distingue traces that used to be there | |
| You could see where they'd been washed away | |
| By too many through the day, twelve o'clock tales | |
| Then you came along with your siren song | |
| To tempt me to madness | |
| I thought for awhile that your poignant smile | |
| Was tinged with the sadness of a great love for me | |
| Ah yes, I was wrong | |
| Again, I was wrong | |
| Life is lonely again and only last year | |
| Everything seemed so sure | |
| Now life is awful again | |
| A trough full of hearts could only be a bore | |
| A week in Paris could ease the bite of it | |
| All I care is to smile in spite of it | |
| I'll forget you, I will while yet you are still | |
| Burning inside my brain romance is mush | |
| Stifling those who strive | |
| I'll live a lush life in some small dive | |
| And there I'll be | |
| While I rot with the rest of those | |
| Whose lives are lonely too | |
| Romance is mush | |
| Stifling those who strive | |
| I'll live a lush life in some small dive | |
| And there I'll be | |
| While I rot with the rest of those | |
| Whose lives are lonely too |
| zuo ci : Strayhorn | |
| Lush Life | |
| John Coltrane Johnny Hartman | |
| John Coltrane Johnny Hartman | |
| I used to visit all the very gay places | |
| Those comewhatmay places | |
| Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life | |
| To get the feel of life from jazz and cocktails | |
| The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces | |
| With distingue traces that used to be there | |
| You could see where they' d been washed away | |
| By too many through the day, twelve o' clock tales | |
| Then you came along with your siren song | |
| To tempt me to madness | |
| I thought for awhile that your poignant smile | |
| Was tinged with the sadness of a great love for me | |
| Ah yes, I was wrong | |
| Again, I was wrong | |
| Life is lonely again and only last year | |
| Everything seemed so sure | |
| Now life is awful again | |
| A trough full of hearts could only be a bore | |
| A week in Paris could ease the bite of it | |
| All I care is to smile in spite of it | |
| I' ll forget you, I will while yet you are still | |
| Burning inside my brain romance is mush | |
| Stifling those who strive | |
| I' ll live a lush life in some small dive | |
| And there I' ll be | |
| While I rot with the rest of those | |
| Whose lives are lonely too | |
| Romance is mush | |
| Stifling those who strive | |
| I' ll live a lush life in some small dive | |
| And there I' ll be | |
| While I rot with the rest of those | |
| Whose lives are lonely too |
| zuò cí : Strayhorn | |
| Lush Life | |
| John Coltrane Johnny Hartman | |
| John Coltrane Johnny Hartman | |
| I used to visit all the very gay places | |
| Those comewhatmay places | |
| Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life | |
| To get the feel of life from jazz and cocktails | |
| The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces | |
| With distingue traces that used to be there | |
| You could see where they' d been washed away | |
| By too many through the day, twelve o' clock tales | |
| Then you came along with your siren song | |
| To tempt me to madness | |
| I thought for awhile that your poignant smile | |
| Was tinged with the sadness of a great love for me | |
| Ah yes, I was wrong | |
| Again, I was wrong | |
| Life is lonely again and only last year | |
| Everything seemed so sure | |
| Now life is awful again | |
| A trough full of hearts could only be a bore | |
| A week in Paris could ease the bite of it | |
| All I care is to smile in spite of it | |
| I' ll forget you, I will while yet you are still | |
| Burning inside my brain romance is mush | |
| Stifling those who strive | |
| I' ll live a lush life in some small dive | |
| And there I' ll be | |
| While I rot with the rest of those | |
| Whose lives are lonely too | |
| Romance is mush | |
| Stifling those who strive | |
| I' ll live a lush life in some small dive | |
| And there I' ll be | |
| While I rot with the rest of those | |
| Whose lives are lonely too |