The Last Time I Saw Richard Lyrics
| Song | The Last Time I Saw Richard |
| Artist | Joni Mitchell |
| Album | Travelogue |
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| 作词 : Mitchell | |
| The last time i saw richard was detroit in '68, | |
| And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday | |
| Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe | |
| You laugh, he said you think you're immune, go look at your eyes | |
| They're full of moon | |
| You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you | |
| All those pretty lies, pretty lies | |
| When you gonna realise they're only pretty lies | |
| Only pretty lies, just pretty lies | |
| He put a quarter in the wurlitzer, and he pushed | |
| Three buttons and the thing began to whirr | |
| And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie | |
| And she said "drink up now it's gettin' on time to close." | |
| "richard, you haven't really changed," i said | |
| It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head | |
| You got tombs in your eyes, but the songs | |
| You punched are dreaming | |
| Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet | |
| When you gonna get yourself back on your feet? | |
| Oh and love can be so sweet, love so sweet | |
| Richard got married to a figure skater | |
| And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator | |
| And he drinks at home now most nights with the tv on | |
| And all the house lights left up bright | |
| I'm gonna blow this damn candle out | |
| I don't want nobody comin' over to my table | |
| I got nothing to talk to anybody about | |
| All good dreamers pass this way some day | |
| Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes | |
| Dark cafes | |
| Only a dark cocoon before i get my gorgeous wings | |
| And fly away | |
| Only a phase, these dark cafe days |
| zuo ci : Mitchell | |
| The last time i saw richard was detroit in ' 68, | |
| And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday | |
| Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe | |
| You laugh, he said you think you' re immune, go look at your eyes | |
| They' re full of moon | |
| You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you | |
| All those pretty lies, pretty lies | |
| When you gonna realise they' re only pretty lies | |
| Only pretty lies, just pretty lies | |
| He put a quarter in the wurlitzer, and he pushed | |
| Three buttons and the thing began to whirr | |
| And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie | |
| And she said " drink up now it' s gettin' on time to close." | |
| " richard, you haven' t really changed," i said | |
| It' s just that now you' re romanticizing some pain that' s in your head | |
| You got tombs in your eyes, but the songs | |
| You punched are dreaming | |
| Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet | |
| When you gonna get yourself back on your feet? | |
| Oh and love can be so sweet, love so sweet | |
| Richard got married to a figure skater | |
| And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator | |
| And he drinks at home now most nights with the tv on | |
| And all the house lights left up bright | |
| I' m gonna blow this damn candle out | |
| I don' t want nobody comin' over to my table | |
| I got nothing to talk to anybody about | |
| All good dreamers pass this way some day | |
| Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes | |
| Dark cafes | |
| Only a dark cocoon before i get my gorgeous wings | |
| And fly away | |
| Only a phase, these dark cafe days |
| zuò cí : Mitchell | |
| The last time i saw richard was detroit in ' 68, | |
| And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday | |
| Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe | |
| You laugh, he said you think you' re immune, go look at your eyes | |
| They' re full of moon | |
| You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you | |
| All those pretty lies, pretty lies | |
| When you gonna realise they' re only pretty lies | |
| Only pretty lies, just pretty lies | |
| He put a quarter in the wurlitzer, and he pushed | |
| Three buttons and the thing began to whirr | |
| And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie | |
| And she said " drink up now it' s gettin' on time to close." | |
| " richard, you haven' t really changed," i said | |
| It' s just that now you' re romanticizing some pain that' s in your head | |
| You got tombs in your eyes, but the songs | |
| You punched are dreaming | |
| Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet | |
| When you gonna get yourself back on your feet? | |
| Oh and love can be so sweet, love so sweet | |
| Richard got married to a figure skater | |
| And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator | |
| And he drinks at home now most nights with the tv on | |
| And all the house lights left up bright | |
| I' m gonna blow this damn candle out | |
| I don' t want nobody comin' over to my table | |
| I got nothing to talk to anybody about | |
| All good dreamers pass this way some day | |
| Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes | |
| Dark cafes | |
| Only a dark cocoon before i get my gorgeous wings | |
| And fly away | |
| Only a phase, these dark cafe days |
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