Song | Class Of '58 |
Artist | Al Stewart |
Album | A Beach Full Of Shells |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Stewart | |
Old jazz guys being interviewed | |
Thirty years beyond their prime | |
With memories of road shows | |
From the Golden | |
Age of Swingtime | |
The piano player strikes a chord | |
Leans forward on his stool | |
And through they've all seen better days | |
They've got that air of faded cool | |
It's an entree of another world | |
One of tailcoats and victrolas | |
And one day they'll make | |
TV showsOn aging rock-and-rollers | |
On aging rock-and-rollers | |
Then came the kid with the red | |
ColoramaAnd the | |
Watkins copycat echo chamber and the toothy grin | |
With one hand glued to the tremolo arm | |
While the singer moves around like an | |
Elvis clone | |
They really packed them in | |
And every song was short and sweet, and every beat was fast | |
And every paper in the land said rock-and-roll won't last | |
You know it just won't last, it's such a rapid burn | |
And it's a hard, hard, hard lesson to learn | |
It's a hard, hard, hard lesson to learn | |
Well what are you going to do when it's all over? | |
What are you going to do right now? | |
What are you going to to when it's all over? | |
Will you get along somehow? | |
I just don't know | |
Feeling like | |
I do right now | |
Ask me tomorrow | |
Red guitar, red guitar | |
You know I really miss that red guitar | |
Red guitar, red guitar | |
You know I reallly miss that red guitar | |
And you can write this on my tombstone | |
That'll be my fate | |
I'm a gradute of rock-and-roll | |
Class of '58'58, '58, | |
I'm a graduate of the class of '58 | |
Red guitar, '58, | |
I'm a graduate of the class of '58 | |
And there's no use analyzing these anthems that were sung | |
Rock-and-roll's not good or bad | |
It's just the sound of being young | |
And it's a long long way from pompadours | |
And doo-wop and payola | |
And one day they'll make | |
TV shows on aging rock-and-rollers | |
One day they'llmake | |
TV shows on aging rock-and-rollers. |
zuo ci : Stewart | |
Old jazz guys being interviewed | |
Thirty years beyond their prime | |
With memories of road shows | |
From the Golden | |
Age of Swingtime | |
The piano player strikes a chord | |
Leans forward on his stool | |
And through they' ve all seen better days | |
They' ve got that air of faded cool | |
It' s an entree of another world | |
One of tailcoats and victrolas | |
And one day they' ll make | |
TV showsOn aging rockandrollers | |
On aging rockandrollers | |
Then came the kid with the red | |
ColoramaAnd the | |
Watkins copycat echo chamber and the toothy grin | |
With one hand glued to the tremolo arm | |
While the singer moves around like an | |
Elvis clone | |
They really packed them in | |
And every song was short and sweet, and every beat was fast | |
And every paper in the land said rockandroll won' t last | |
You know it just won' t last, it' s such a rapid burn | |
And it' s a hard, hard, hard lesson to learn | |
It' s a hard, hard, hard lesson to learn | |
Well what are you going to do when it' s all over? | |
What are you going to do right now? | |
What are you going to to when it' s all over? | |
Will you get along somehow? | |
I just don' t know | |
Feeling like | |
I do right now | |
Ask me tomorrow | |
Red guitar, red guitar | |
You know I really miss that red guitar | |
Red guitar, red guitar | |
You know I reallly miss that red guitar | |
And you can write this on my tombstone | |
That' ll be my fate | |
I' m a gradute of rockandroll | |
Class of ' 58' 58, ' 58, | |
I' m a graduate of the class of ' 58 | |
Red guitar, ' 58, | |
I' m a graduate of the class of ' 58 | |
And there' s no use analyzing these anthems that were sung | |
Rockandroll' s not good or bad | |
It' s just the sound of being young | |
And it' s a long long way from pompadours | |
And doowop and payola | |
And one day they' ll make | |
TV shows on aging rockandrollers | |
One day they' llmake | |
TV shows on aging rockandrollers. |
zuò cí : Stewart | |
Old jazz guys being interviewed | |
Thirty years beyond their prime | |
With memories of road shows | |
From the Golden | |
Age of Swingtime | |
The piano player strikes a chord | |
Leans forward on his stool | |
And through they' ve all seen better days | |
They' ve got that air of faded cool | |
It' s an entree of another world | |
One of tailcoats and victrolas | |
And one day they' ll make | |
TV showsOn aging rockandrollers | |
On aging rockandrollers | |
Then came the kid with the red | |
ColoramaAnd the | |
Watkins copycat echo chamber and the toothy grin | |
With one hand glued to the tremolo arm | |
While the singer moves around like an | |
Elvis clone | |
They really packed them in | |
And every song was short and sweet, and every beat was fast | |
And every paper in the land said rockandroll won' t last | |
You know it just won' t last, it' s such a rapid burn | |
And it' s a hard, hard, hard lesson to learn | |
It' s a hard, hard, hard lesson to learn | |
Well what are you going to do when it' s all over? | |
What are you going to do right now? | |
What are you going to to when it' s all over? | |
Will you get along somehow? | |
I just don' t know | |
Feeling like | |
I do right now | |
Ask me tomorrow | |
Red guitar, red guitar | |
You know I really miss that red guitar | |
Red guitar, red guitar | |
You know I reallly miss that red guitar | |
And you can write this on my tombstone | |
That' ll be my fate | |
I' m a gradute of rockandroll | |
Class of ' 58' 58, ' 58, | |
I' m a graduate of the class of ' 58 | |
Red guitar, ' 58, | |
I' m a graduate of the class of ' 58 | |
And there' s no use analyzing these anthems that were sung | |
Rockandroll' s not good or bad | |
It' s just the sound of being young | |
And it' s a long long way from pompadours | |
And doowop and payola | |
And one day they' ll make | |
TV shows on aging rockandrollers | |
One day they' llmake | |
TV shows on aging rockandrollers. |