Picture Postcards From L.A. Lyrics
| Song | Picture Postcards From L.A. |
| Artist | Joshua Kadison |
| Album | Painted Desert Serenade |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Kadison | |
| Lyrics：Joshua Kadison Music：Joshua Kadison | |
| I'm the piano player down at Eddie's bar, | |
| and Rachel she's the waitress who wants to be a star. | |
| She swears she's gonna make it, make it big someday, | |
| and she'll send me picture postcards from L.A. | |
| When it's time for closing, I play while Rachel cleans. | |
| She listens to my music, I listen to her dreams. | |
| She swears she's gonna make it, she's going all the way | |
| and I say, "Send me picture postcards from L.A. | |
| "Send me postcards from L.A. signed with love forevermore. | |
| Picture postcards from L.A. to hang on my refrigerator door. | |
| Rachel, if you find me one, I'd love a picture of the California sun" | |
| When Rachel shares my pillow she always asks me things | |
| like do I really think she's pretty, do I like the way she sings? | |
| I don't know how to answer, so I always smile and say, | |
| I say, "Send me picture postcards from L.A. | |
| "Send me postcards from L.A. signed with love forevermore. | |
| Picture postcards from L.A. to hang on my refrigerator door. | |
| Rachel, if you find me one, I'd love a picture of the California sun" | |
| Sometimes Rachel stands up in the middle of the bar | |
| and does a scene from the late show. | |
| We all clap our hands as she puts her apron on | |
| and says, "Next week, I'm gonna go." | |
| She'll even buy a ticket and pack her things to leave. | |
| Though we all know the story we pretend that we believe. | |
| But something always comes up, something always makes her stay. | |
| And still no picture postcards from L.A. | |
| "Send me postcards from L.A. signed with love forevermore. | |
| Picture postcards from L.A. to hang on my refrigerator door. | |
| Rachel, if you find me one, I'd love a picture of the California sun" | |
| I'm the piano player down at Eddie's bar, | |
| and Rachel she's the waitress who wants to be a star. |
| zuo qu : Kadison | |
| Lyrics: Joshua Kadison Music: Joshua Kadison | |
| I' m the piano player down at Eddie' s bar, | |
| and Rachel she' s the waitress who wants to be a star. | |
| She swears she' s gonna make it, make it big someday, | |
| and she' ll send me picture postcards from L. A. | |
| When it' s time for closing, I play while Rachel cleans. | |
| She listens to my music, I listen to her dreams. | |
| She swears she' s gonna make it, she' s going all the way | |
| and I say, " Send me picture postcards from L. A. | |
| " Send me postcards from L. A. signed with love forevermore. | |
| Picture postcards from L. A. to hang on my refrigerator door. | |
| Rachel, if you find me one, I' d love a picture of the California sun" | |
| When Rachel shares my pillow she always asks me things | |
| like do I really think she' s pretty, do I like the way she sings? | |
| I don' t know how to answer, so I always smile and say, | |
| I say, " Send me picture postcards from L. A. | |
| " Send me postcards from L. A. signed with love forevermore. | |
| Picture postcards from L. A. to hang on my refrigerator door. | |
| Rachel, if you find me one, I' d love a picture of the California sun" | |
| Sometimes Rachel stands up in the middle of the bar | |
| and does a scene from the late show. | |
| We all clap our hands as she puts her apron on | |
| and says, " Next week, I' m gonna go." | |
| She' ll even buy a ticket and pack her things to leave. | |
| Though we all know the story we pretend that we believe. | |
| But something always comes up, something always makes her stay. | |
| And still no picture postcards from L. A. | |
| " Send me postcards from L. A. signed with love forevermore. | |
| Picture postcards from L. A. to hang on my refrigerator door. | |
| Rachel, if you find me one, I' d love a picture of the California sun" | |
| I' m the piano player down at Eddie' s bar, | |
| and Rachel she' s the waitress who wants to be a star. |
| zuò qǔ : Kadison | |
| Lyrics: Joshua Kadison Music: Joshua Kadison | |
| I' m the piano player down at Eddie' s bar, | |
| and Rachel she' s the waitress who wants to be a star. | |
| She swears she' s gonna make it, make it big someday, | |
| and she' ll send me picture postcards from L. A. | |
| When it' s time for closing, I play while Rachel cleans. | |
| She listens to my music, I listen to her dreams. | |
| She swears she' s gonna make it, she' s going all the way | |
| and I say, " Send me picture postcards from L. A. | |
| " Send me postcards from L. A. signed with love forevermore. | |
| Picture postcards from L. A. to hang on my refrigerator door. | |
| Rachel, if you find me one, I' d love a picture of the California sun" | |
| When Rachel shares my pillow she always asks me things | |
| like do I really think she' s pretty, do I like the way she sings? | |
| I don' t know how to answer, so I always smile and say, | |
| I say, " Send me picture postcards from L. A. | |
| " Send me postcards from L. A. signed with love forevermore. | |
| Picture postcards from L. A. to hang on my refrigerator door. | |
| Rachel, if you find me one, I' d love a picture of the California sun" | |
| Sometimes Rachel stands up in the middle of the bar | |
| and does a scene from the late show. | |
| We all clap our hands as she puts her apron on | |
| and says, " Next week, I' m gonna go." | |
| She' ll even buy a ticket and pack her things to leave. | |
| Though we all know the story we pretend that we believe. | |
| But something always comes up, something always makes her stay. | |
| And still no picture postcards from L. A. | |
| " Send me postcards from L. A. signed with love forevermore. | |
| Picture postcards from L. A. to hang on my refrigerator door. | |
| Rachel, if you find me one, I' d love a picture of the California sun" | |
| I' m the piano player down at Eddie' s bar, | |
| and Rachel she' s the waitress who wants to be a star. |
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