| Song | Tales Of The Riverbank |
| Artist | The Lightning Seeds |
| Album | Tilt |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Broudie |
| [00:03.23] | |
| [00:44.08] | Fourteen hours of working shifts |
| [00:46.51] | In early morning mersey mists |
| [00:49.22] | Too tired to taste |
| [00:50.66] | The cornflakes on your tongue |
| [00:52.54] | |
| [00:54.86] | As morning hits the docks |
| [00:56.61] | You dream of all the ships there must have been |
| [00:59.66] | |
| [01:00.31] | A river full of everything that it's not |
| [01:03.31] | |
| [01:07.26] | And if your life's not meant to feel like this |
| [01:12.58] | |
| [01:18.13] | Maybe it's time for someone to resist |
| [01:23.60] | |
| [01:27.50] | The riverbank could tell you tales |
| [01:30.34] | Of working lives ship with sails |
| [01:33.11] | Jobs were passed from fathers to their sons |
| [01:36.32] | |
| [01:38.40] | Sometimes it comes down to you |
| [01:41.17] | The many to protect the few |
| [01:43.88] | Unless you cross the line your jobs are gone |
| [01:47.11] | |
| [01:50.71] | If it takes a thousand days we'll never stop |
| [01:56.10] | |
| [02:01.46] | Tell it a thousand ways you'll still be wrong |
| [02:07.03] | |
| [02:12.41] | Not a word in the morning paper |
| [02:16.39] | |
| [02:17.73] | Feels like we've been out for ages |
| [02:22.02] | |
| [02:23.38] | Maybe unions and players won't save us |
| [02:27.23] | |
| [02:28.81] | But there's nothing on earth can break us |
| [02:32.68] | |
| [02:43.87] | The strength to load a thousand ships |
| [02:46.51] | But willing hands can turn to fists |
| [02:49.23] | On picket lines feelings overflow |
| [02:52.61] | |
| [02:54.76] | A decent job for decent pay |
| [02:57.54] | To fight if that's the only way |
| [02:59.64] | |
| [03:00.25] | The union says well tough you're on your own |
| [03:03.39] | |
| [03:07.07] | If it takes a thousand days we'll never stop |
| [03:12.50] | |
| [03:18.04] | Tell it a thousand ways you'll still be wrong |
| [03:23.26] | |
| [03:28.77] | Not a word in the morning papers |
| [03:33.17] | |
| [03:34.09] | Feels like we've been out for ages |
| [03:38.38] | |
| [03:39.70] | The unions and prayers won't save us |
| [03:43.61] | |
| [03:45.38] | There's nothing on earth can break us |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Broudie |
| [00:03.23] | |
| [00:44.08] | Fourteen hours of working shifts |
| [00:46.51] | In early morning mersey mists |
| [00:49.22] | Too tired to taste |
| [00:50.66] | The cornflakes on your tongue |
| [00:52.54] | |
| [00:54.86] | As morning hits the docks |
| [00:56.61] | You dream of all the ships there must have been |
| [00:59.66] | |
| [01:00.31] | A river full of everything that it' s not |
| [01:03.31] | |
| [01:07.26] | And if your life' s not meant to feel like this |
| [01:12.58] | |
| [01:18.13] | Maybe it' s time for someone to resist |
| [01:23.60] | |
| [01:27.50] | The riverbank could tell you tales |
| [01:30.34] | Of working lives ship with sails |
| [01:33.11] | Jobs were passed from fathers to their sons |
| [01:36.32] | |
| [01:38.40] | Sometimes it comes down to you |
| [01:41.17] | The many to protect the few |
| [01:43.88] | Unless you cross the line your jobs are gone |
| [01:47.11] | |
| [01:50.71] | If it takes a thousand days we' ll never stop |
| [01:56.10] | |
| [02:01.46] | Tell it a thousand ways you' ll still be wrong |
| [02:07.03] | |
| [02:12.41] | Not a word in the morning paper |
| [02:16.39] | |
| [02:17.73] | Feels like we' ve been out for ages |
| [02:22.02] | |
| [02:23.38] | Maybe unions and players won' t save us |
| [02:27.23] | |
| [02:28.81] | But there' s nothing on earth can break us |
| [02:32.68] | |
| [02:43.87] | The strength to load a thousand ships |
| [02:46.51] | But willing hands can turn to fists |
| [02:49.23] | On picket lines feelings overflow |
| [02:52.61] | |
| [02:54.76] | A decent job for decent pay |
| [02:57.54] | To fight if that' s the only way |
| [02:59.64] | |
| [03:00.25] | The union says well tough you' re on your own |
| [03:03.39] | |
| [03:07.07] | If it takes a thousand days we' ll never stop |
| [03:12.50] | |
| [03:18.04] | Tell it a thousand ways you' ll still be wrong |
| [03:23.26] | |
| [03:28.77] | Not a word in the morning papers |
| [03:33.17] | |
| [03:34.09] | Feels like we' ve been out for ages |
| [03:38.38] | |
| [03:39.70] | The unions and prayers won' t save us |
| [03:43.61] | |
| [03:45.38] | There' s nothing on earth can break us |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Broudie |
| [00:03.23] | |
| [00:44.08] | Fourteen hours of working shifts |
| [00:46.51] | In early morning mersey mists |
| [00:49.22] | Too tired to taste |
| [00:50.66] | The cornflakes on your tongue |
| [00:52.54] | |
| [00:54.86] | As morning hits the docks |
| [00:56.61] | You dream of all the ships there must have been |
| [00:59.66] | |
| [01:00.31] | A river full of everything that it' s not |
| [01:03.31] | |
| [01:07.26] | And if your life' s not meant to feel like this |
| [01:12.58] | |
| [01:18.13] | Maybe it' s time for someone to resist |
| [01:23.60] | |
| [01:27.50] | The riverbank could tell you tales |
| [01:30.34] | Of working lives ship with sails |
| [01:33.11] | Jobs were passed from fathers to their sons |
| [01:36.32] | |
| [01:38.40] | Sometimes it comes down to you |
| [01:41.17] | The many to protect the few |
| [01:43.88] | Unless you cross the line your jobs are gone |
| [01:47.11] | |
| [01:50.71] | If it takes a thousand days we' ll never stop |
| [01:56.10] | |
| [02:01.46] | Tell it a thousand ways you' ll still be wrong |
| [02:07.03] | |
| [02:12.41] | Not a word in the morning paper |
| [02:16.39] | |
| [02:17.73] | Feels like we' ve been out for ages |
| [02:22.02] | |
| [02:23.38] | Maybe unions and players won' t save us |
| [02:27.23] | |
| [02:28.81] | But there' s nothing on earth can break us |
| [02:32.68] | |
| [02:43.87] | The strength to load a thousand ships |
| [02:46.51] | But willing hands can turn to fists |
| [02:49.23] | On picket lines feelings overflow |
| [02:52.61] | |
| [02:54.76] | A decent job for decent pay |
| [02:57.54] | To fight if that' s the only way |
| [02:59.64] | |
| [03:00.25] | The union says well tough you' re on your own |
| [03:03.39] | |
| [03:07.07] | If it takes a thousand days we' ll never stop |
| [03:12.50] | |
| [03:18.04] | Tell it a thousand ways you' ll still be wrong |
| [03:23.26] | |
| [03:28.77] | Not a word in the morning papers |
| [03:33.17] | |
| [03:34.09] | Feels like we' ve been out for ages |
| [03:38.38] | |
| [03:39.70] | The unions and prayers won' t save us |
| [03:43.61] | |
| [03:45.38] | There' s nothing on earth can break us |