The Night That the Band Got the Wine Lyrics

Song	The Night That the Band Got the Wine
Artist	Al Stewart
Album	Down in the Cellar
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	作词 : Stewart
	The earthquake hit at 6:19 with a jolt
	People went running for the doorway
	And for the next half minute it shook
	Up on the 17th floor the sommelier was opening the wine
	He knew the great hotel was solidly built
	Still it must have been a miracle that nothing got spilt.
	Terry O'Shea got up from the Chippendale chair
	Talking on the telephone
	Looking perplexed, waving a hand in the air
	In the great room all alone
	Fifty years old today, a microdot billionaire
	Putting on a party like a Hollywood guy
	With all the food and wine that his money could buy
	The band came in arguing as usual
	About nothing in particular
	It always seemed to be that way
	Tuning up and putting out set lists
	Of all the stupid songs musicians hate to play
	Still it could be better then usual
	The food looked great, it was money not glory
	So when the clock struck eight
	They began the theme tune from "Love Story".
	Time went by with no one arriving at all
	It was just Terry and the pictures
	Of dead people frowning from the wall,
	They didn't look very pleased
	It was completely clear nobody was coming
	They were all staying home with their earthquake kits
	Waiting for the aftershocks to hit
	The Night That the Band Got the Wine
	Thirty decanters of wine sat ready to pour
	1961 Margaux and Petrus and Chateau Latour
	Swaying in unison
	Lobster and cavier, shrimp and salmon
	They were all laid out with artistic flair
	The waiters were already eyeing their share
	Terry got up and he said "Enough"
	And told the band to stop playing that dreadful stuff
	He made them all come over to the table
	And he gave them wine they never had dreamt of
	So they worked their way through the burgundy and port
	And started to relax
	They discovered they had more in common then they thought
	And so they went back
	Over to the stand and started playing again
	But this time differently
	It got louder and louder and fairly insane
	People heard it down in the street
	It felt so good, they were smiling at each other
	The waiters all ran out covering their ears
	There was plaster from the ceiling on the crystal chandeliers
	Terry was dancing like a madman and waving his hands
	At anything and everything
	Kicking up the dust from the carpet and doing handstands
	Cackling and yodeling
	This was a birthday bash he hadn't anticipated
	Spinning like a top in the middle of the room
	While the hotel shook to a sonic boom.
	After a while he passed out cold on the floor
	And dreamed revealing things
	Then he didn't have computers anymore,
	Or fawning underlings
	He was running through the trees on a tropical isle
	No more feeling tense
	In a flower patterned shirt of questionable style
	It all made sense
	The band went back to their homes in the Hollywood hills
	Better than they'd ever felt
	Waking up their sleep-addled wives with rambling tales
	It didn't go down very well
	But as a legacy, they called a band meeting
	And decided they were going to give up playing covers
	From that day on they got along with one another
	Terry woke up and strange as the story may seem.
	Though he felt terrible
	He found with the dawn he could still remember his dream
	So he just fell away
	Nobody's seem him since
	But I like to think of him
	Sitting on a beach like Gaugin wearing a smile
	Waiting for a brown eyed girl, she'll be there in a while
	Maybe thinking back to a long ago time
	The Night That the Band Got the Wine
	The Night That the Band Got the Wine

	zuo ci : Stewart
	The earthquake hit at 6: 19 with a jolt
	People went running for the doorway
	And for the next half minute it shook
	Up on the 17th floor the sommelier was opening the wine
	He knew the great hotel was solidly built
	Still it must have been a miracle that nothing got spilt.
	Terry O' Shea got up from the Chippendale chair
	Talking on the telephone
	Looking perplexed, waving a hand in the air
	In the great room all alone
	Fifty years old today, a microdot billionaire
	Putting on a party like a Hollywood guy
	With all the food and wine that his money could buy
	The band came in arguing as usual
	About nothing in particular
	It always seemed to be that way
	Tuning up and putting out set lists
	Of all the stupid songs musicians hate to play
	Still it could be better then usual
	The food looked great, it was money not glory
	So when the clock struck eight
	They began the theme tune from " Love Story".
	Time went by with no one arriving at all
	It was just Terry and the pictures
	Of dead people frowning from the wall,
	They didn' t look very pleased
	It was completely clear nobody was coming
	They were all staying home with their earthquake kits
	Waiting for the aftershocks to hit
	The Night That the Band Got the Wine
	Thirty decanters of wine sat ready to pour
	1961 Margaux and Petrus and Chateau Latour
	Swaying in unison
	Lobster and cavier, shrimp and salmon
	They were all laid out with artistic flair
	The waiters were already eyeing their share
	Terry got up and he said " Enough"
	And told the band to stop playing that dreadful stuff
	He made them all come over to the table
	And he gave them wine they never had dreamt of
	So they worked their way through the burgundy and port
	And started to relax
	They discovered they had more in common then they thought
	And so they went back
	Over to the stand and started playing again
	But this time differently
	It got louder and louder and fairly insane
	People heard it down in the street
	It felt so good, they were smiling at each other
	The waiters all ran out covering their ears
	There was plaster from the ceiling on the crystal chandeliers
	Terry was dancing like a madman and waving his hands
	At anything and everything
	Kicking up the dust from the carpet and doing handstands
	Cackling and yodeling
	This was a birthday bash he hadn' t anticipated
	Spinning like a top in the middle of the room
	While the hotel shook to a sonic boom.
	After a while he passed out cold on the floor
	And dreamed revealing things
	Then he didn' t have computers anymore,
	Or fawning underlings
	He was running through the trees on a tropical isle
	No more feeling tense
	In a flower patterned shirt of questionable style
	It all made sense
	The band went back to their homes in the Hollywood hills
	Better than they' d ever felt
	Waking up their sleepaddled wives with rambling tales
	It didn' t go down very well
	But as a legacy, they called a band meeting
	And decided they were going to give up playing covers
	From that day on they got along with one another
	Terry woke up and strange as the story may seem.
	Though he felt terrible
	He found with the dawn he could still remember his dream
	So he just fell away
	Nobody' s seem him since
	But I like to think of him
	Sitting on a beach like Gaugin wearing a smile
	Waiting for a brown eyed girl, she' ll be there in a while
	Maybe thinking back to a long ago time
	The Night That the Band Got the Wine
	The Night That the Band Got the Wine

	zuò cí : Stewart
	The earthquake hit at 6: 19 with a jolt
	People went running for the doorway
	And for the next half minute it shook
	Up on the 17th floor the sommelier was opening the wine
	He knew the great hotel was solidly built
	Still it must have been a miracle that nothing got spilt.
	Terry O' Shea got up from the Chippendale chair
	Talking on the telephone
	Looking perplexed, waving a hand in the air
	In the great room all alone
	Fifty years old today, a microdot billionaire
	Putting on a party like a Hollywood guy
	With all the food and wine that his money could buy
	The band came in arguing as usual
	About nothing in particular
	It always seemed to be that way
	Tuning up and putting out set lists
	Of all the stupid songs musicians hate to play
	Still it could be better then usual
	The food looked great, it was money not glory
	So when the clock struck eight
	They began the theme tune from " Love Story".
	Time went by with no one arriving at all
	It was just Terry and the pictures
	Of dead people frowning from the wall,
	They didn' t look very pleased
	It was completely clear nobody was coming
	They were all staying home with their earthquake kits
	Waiting for the aftershocks to hit
	The Night That the Band Got the Wine
	Thirty decanters of wine sat ready to pour
	1961 Margaux and Petrus and Chateau Latour
	Swaying in unison
	Lobster and cavier, shrimp and salmon
	They were all laid out with artistic flair
	The waiters were already eyeing their share
	Terry got up and he said " Enough"
	And told the band to stop playing that dreadful stuff
	He made them all come over to the table
	And he gave them wine they never had dreamt of
	So they worked their way through the burgundy and port
	And started to relax
	They discovered they had more in common then they thought
	And so they went back
	Over to the stand and started playing again
	But this time differently
	It got louder and louder and fairly insane
	People heard it down in the street
	It felt so good, they were smiling at each other
	The waiters all ran out covering their ears
	There was plaster from the ceiling on the crystal chandeliers
	Terry was dancing like a madman and waving his hands
	At anything and everything
	Kicking up the dust from the carpet and doing handstands
	Cackling and yodeling
	This was a birthday bash he hadn' t anticipated
	Spinning like a top in the middle of the room
	While the hotel shook to a sonic boom.
	After a while he passed out cold on the floor
	And dreamed revealing things
	Then he didn' t have computers anymore,
	Or fawning underlings
	He was running through the trees on a tropical isle
	No more feeling tense
	In a flower patterned shirt of questionable style
	It all made sense
	The band went back to their homes in the Hollywood hills
	Better than they' d ever felt
	Waking up their sleepaddled wives with rambling tales
	It didn' t go down very well
	But as a legacy, they called a band meeting
	And decided they were going to give up playing covers
	From that day on they got along with one another
	Terry woke up and strange as the story may seem.
	Though he felt terrible
	He found with the dawn he could still remember his dream
	So he just fell away
	Nobody' s seem him since
	But I like to think of him
	Sitting on a beach like Gaugin wearing a smile
	Waiting for a brown eyed girl, she' ll be there in a while
	Maybe thinking back to a long ago time
	The Night That the Band Got the Wine
	The Night That the Band Got the Wine

The Night That the Band Got the Wine Lyrics

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