Cooksferry Queen Lyrics
| Song | Cooksferry Queen |
| Artist | Richard Thompson |
| Album | Mock Tudor |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Thompson | |
| Well, there's a house in an alley | |
| In the squats and low-rise | |
| Of a town with no future | |
| But that's where my future lies | |
| It's a secret, but no secret | |
| It's a rule, but no rule | |
| Where you find the darkest avenue | |
| There you'll find the brightest jewel | |
| Now my name, it is | |
| MulvaneyAnd | |
| I'm known quite famously | |
| People speak my name in whispers | |
| What higher praise can there be | |
| But I'd trade my fine mohair | |
| For tied-dyes and faded jeans | |
| If she wanted me some other way | |
| She's my Cooksferry | |
| QueenShe gave me one pill to get bigger | |
| She gave me one pill to get small | |
| I saw snakes dancing all around her feet | |
| And dead men coming through the wall | |
| Well, I'm the prince of this parish | |
| I've been ruthless and | |
| I've been mean | |
| But she blew my mind as she opened my eyes | |
| She's my Cooksferry | |
| Queen, yeah | |
| Well, she's got every rare perfection | |
| All her looks beyond compare | |
| She's got dresses that seem to float in the wind | |
| Pre-raphaelite curls in her hair | |
| She could get the lame to walking | |
| She could get the blind to see | |
| She could make wine out of | |
| Thames river water | |
| She could make a believer out of me | |
| Yes, I'd trade it all tomorrow | |
| All the wicked things | |
| I've beenShe's my bright jewel of the alley | |
| She's my Cooksferry | |
| QueenYes, | |
| I'd trade it all tomorrow | |
| All the wicked things | |
| I've beenShe's my bright jewel of the alley | |
| She's my Cooksferry | |
| Queen |
| zuo qu : Thompson | |
| Well, there' s a house in an alley | |
| In the squats and lowrise | |
| Of a town with no future | |
| But that' s where my future lies | |
| It' s a secret, but no secret | |
| It' s a rule, but no rule | |
| Where you find the darkest avenue | |
| There you' ll find the brightest jewel | |
| Now my name, it is | |
| MulvaneyAnd | |
| I' m known quite famously | |
| People speak my name in whispers | |
| What higher praise can there be | |
| But I' d trade my fine mohair | |
| For tieddyes and faded jeans | |
| If she wanted me some other way | |
| She' s my Cooksferry | |
| QueenShe gave me one pill to get bigger | |
| She gave me one pill to get small | |
| I saw snakes dancing all around her feet | |
| And dead men coming through the wall | |
| Well, I' m the prince of this parish | |
| I' ve been ruthless and | |
| I' ve been mean | |
| But she blew my mind as she opened my eyes | |
| She' s my Cooksferry | |
| Queen, yeah | |
| Well, she' s got every rare perfection | |
| All her looks beyond compare | |
| She' s got dresses that seem to float in the wind | |
| Preraphaelite curls in her hair | |
| She could get the lame to walking | |
| She could get the blind to see | |
| She could make wine out of | |
| Thames river water | |
| She could make a believer out of me | |
| Yes, I' d trade it all tomorrow | |
| All the wicked things | |
| I' ve beenShe' s my bright jewel of the alley | |
| She' s my Cooksferry | |
| QueenYes, | |
| I' d trade it all tomorrow | |
| All the wicked things | |
| I' ve beenShe' s my bright jewel of the alley | |
| She' s my Cooksferry | |
| Queen |
| zuò qǔ : Thompson | |
| Well, there' s a house in an alley | |
| In the squats and lowrise | |
| Of a town with no future | |
| But that' s where my future lies | |
| It' s a secret, but no secret | |
| It' s a rule, but no rule | |
| Where you find the darkest avenue | |
| There you' ll find the brightest jewel | |
| Now my name, it is | |
| MulvaneyAnd | |
| I' m known quite famously | |
| People speak my name in whispers | |
| What higher praise can there be | |
| But I' d trade my fine mohair | |
| For tieddyes and faded jeans | |
| If she wanted me some other way | |
| She' s my Cooksferry | |
| QueenShe gave me one pill to get bigger | |
| She gave me one pill to get small | |
| I saw snakes dancing all around her feet | |
| And dead men coming through the wall | |
| Well, I' m the prince of this parish | |
| I' ve been ruthless and | |
| I' ve been mean | |
| But she blew my mind as she opened my eyes | |
| She' s my Cooksferry | |
| Queen, yeah | |
| Well, she' s got every rare perfection | |
| All her looks beyond compare | |
| She' s got dresses that seem to float in the wind | |
| Preraphaelite curls in her hair | |
| She could get the lame to walking | |
| She could get the blind to see | |
| She could make wine out of | |
| Thames river water | |
| She could make a believer out of me | |
| Yes, I' d trade it all tomorrow | |
| All the wicked things | |
| I' ve beenShe' s my bright jewel of the alley | |
| She' s my Cooksferry | |
| QueenYes, | |
| I' d trade it all tomorrow | |
| All the wicked things | |
| I' ve beenShe' s my bright jewel of the alley | |
| She' s my Cooksferry | |
| Queen |
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