Post World War Two Blues Lyrics
| Song | Post World War Two Blues |
| Artist | Al Stewart |
| Album | Past, Present and Future |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Stewart | |
| I was a post-war baby in a small | |
| Scots town | |
| I was three years old when we moved down south | |
| Hard times written in my mother's looks | |
| With her widow's pension and her ration books | |
| Aneurin Bevan took the miners' cause | |
| The the House of | |
| Commons in his coal dust voice | |
| We were locked up safe and warm from the snow | |
| With "Life with the Lyons" on the radio | |
| And Churchill said to | |
| Louis Mountbatten "I just can't stand to see you today How could you have gone and given India away?" | |
| Mountbatten just frowned, said "What can I say? Some of these things slip through your hands And there's no good talking or making plans" | |
| But Churchill he just flapped his wings | |
| Said "I don't really care to discuss these things, but Oh, every time I look at you I feel so low I don't know what to do Well every day just seems to bring bad news Leaves me here with the Post World War Two Blues" 1959 was a very strange time | |
| A bad year for | |
| Labour and a good year for wine | |
| Uncle Ike was our | |
| American pal | |
| And nobody talked about the | |
| Suez Canal | |
| I can still remember the last time | |
| I cried The day that | |
| Buddy Holly died | |
| I never met him, so it may seem strange | |
| Don't some people just affect you that way | |
| And all in all it was good | |
| The even seemed to be in an optimistic mood | |
| While TW3 sat and laughed at it all | |
| Till some began to see the cracks in the walls | |
| And one day | |
| Macmillan was coming downstairs | |
| A voice in the dark caught him unawares | |
| It was Christine | |
| Keeler blowing him a kiss | |
| He said "I never believed it could happen like this But oh, every time I look at you I feel so low I don't know what to do Well every day just seems to bring bad news Leaves me here with the post World War Two Blues" | |
| I came up to | |
| London when | |
| I was nineteen | |
| With a corduroy jacket and a head full of dreams | |
| In coffee bars | |
| I spent my nights | |
| Reading Allen | |
| Ginsberg, talking civil rights | |
| The day Robert | |
| Kennedy got shot down | |
| The world was wearing a deeper frown | |
| And though | |
| I knew that we'd lost a friend | |
| I always believed we would win in the end ' | |
| Cause music was the scenery | |
| Jimi Hendrix played loud and free | |
| Sergeant Pepper was real to me | |
| Songs and poems were all you needed | |
| Which way did the sixties go? | |
| Now Ramona's in | |
| Desolation | |
| Row And where | |
| I'm going | |
| I hardly know | |
| It surely wasn't like this before but | |
| Oh, every time | |
| I look around | |
| I feel so low my head seems underground | |
| Well every day just seems to bring bad news | |
| Leaves me here with the | |
| Post World | |
| War Two Blues | |
| Oh, every time | |
| I look at you | |
| I feel so low | |
| I don't know what to do | |
| Well every day just seems to bring bad news | |
| Leaves me here with the post | |
| World War | |
| Two Blues |
| zuo ci : Stewart | |
| I was a postwar baby in a small | |
| Scots town | |
| I was three years old when we moved down south | |
| Hard times written in my mother' s looks | |
| With her widow' s pension and her ration books | |
| Aneurin Bevan took the miners' cause | |
| The the House of | |
| Commons in his coal dust voice | |
| We were locked up safe and warm from the snow | |
| With " Life with the Lyons" on the radio | |
| And Churchill said to | |
| Louis Mountbatten " I just can' t stand to see you today How could you have gone and given India away?" | |
| Mountbatten just frowned, said " What can I say? Some of these things slip through your hands And there' s no good talking or making plans" | |
| But Churchill he just flapped his wings | |
| Said " I don' t really care to discuss these things, but Oh, every time I look at you I feel so low I don' t know what to do Well every day just seems to bring bad news Leaves me here with the Post World War Two Blues" 1959 was a very strange time | |
| A bad year for | |
| Labour and a good year for wine | |
| Uncle Ike was our | |
| American pal | |
| And nobody talked about the | |
| Suez Canal | |
| I can still remember the last time | |
| I cried The day that | |
| Buddy Holly died | |
| I never met him, so it may seem strange | |
| Don' t some people just affect you that way | |
| And all in all it was good | |
| The even seemed to be in an optimistic mood | |
| While TW3 sat and laughed at it all | |
| Till some began to see the cracks in the walls | |
| And one day | |
| Macmillan was coming downstairs | |
| A voice in the dark caught him unawares | |
| It was Christine | |
| Keeler blowing him a kiss | |
| He said " I never believed it could happen like this But oh, every time I look at you I feel so low I don' t know what to do Well every day just seems to bring bad news Leaves me here with the post World War Two Blues" | |
| I came up to | |
| London when | |
| I was nineteen | |
| With a corduroy jacket and a head full of dreams | |
| In coffee bars | |
| I spent my nights | |
| Reading Allen | |
| Ginsberg, talking civil rights | |
| The day Robert | |
| Kennedy got shot down | |
| The world was wearing a deeper frown | |
| And though | |
| I knew that we' d lost a friend | |
| I always believed we would win in the end ' | |
| Cause music was the scenery | |
| Jimi Hendrix played loud and free | |
| Sergeant Pepper was real to me | |
| Songs and poems were all you needed | |
| Which way did the sixties go? | |
| Now Ramona' s in | |
| Desolation | |
| Row And where | |
| I' m going | |
| I hardly know | |
| It surely wasn' t like this before but | |
| Oh, every time | |
| I look around | |
| I feel so low my head seems underground | |
| Well every day just seems to bring bad news | |
| Leaves me here with the | |
| Post World | |
| War Two Blues | |
| Oh, every time | |
| I look at you | |
| I feel so low | |
| I don' t know what to do | |
| Well every day just seems to bring bad news | |
| Leaves me here with the post | |
| World War | |
| Two Blues |
| zuò cí : Stewart | |
| I was a postwar baby in a small | |
| Scots town | |
| I was three years old when we moved down south | |
| Hard times written in my mother' s looks | |
| With her widow' s pension and her ration books | |
| Aneurin Bevan took the miners' cause | |
| The the House of | |
| Commons in his coal dust voice | |
| We were locked up safe and warm from the snow | |
| With " Life with the Lyons" on the radio | |
| And Churchill said to | |
| Louis Mountbatten " I just can' t stand to see you today How could you have gone and given India away?" | |
| Mountbatten just frowned, said " What can I say? Some of these things slip through your hands And there' s no good talking or making plans" | |
| But Churchill he just flapped his wings | |
| Said " I don' t really care to discuss these things, but Oh, every time I look at you I feel so low I don' t know what to do Well every day just seems to bring bad news Leaves me here with the Post World War Two Blues" 1959 was a very strange time | |
| A bad year for | |
| Labour and a good year for wine | |
| Uncle Ike was our | |
| American pal | |
| And nobody talked about the | |
| Suez Canal | |
| I can still remember the last time | |
| I cried The day that | |
| Buddy Holly died | |
| I never met him, so it may seem strange | |
| Don' t some people just affect you that way | |
| And all in all it was good | |
| The even seemed to be in an optimistic mood | |
| While TW3 sat and laughed at it all | |
| Till some began to see the cracks in the walls | |
| And one day | |
| Macmillan was coming downstairs | |
| A voice in the dark caught him unawares | |
| It was Christine | |
| Keeler blowing him a kiss | |
| He said " I never believed it could happen like this But oh, every time I look at you I feel so low I don' t know what to do Well every day just seems to bring bad news Leaves me here with the post World War Two Blues" | |
| I came up to | |
| London when | |
| I was nineteen | |
| With a corduroy jacket and a head full of dreams | |
| In coffee bars | |
| I spent my nights | |
| Reading Allen | |
| Ginsberg, talking civil rights | |
| The day Robert | |
| Kennedy got shot down | |
| The world was wearing a deeper frown | |
| And though | |
| I knew that we' d lost a friend | |
| I always believed we would win in the end ' | |
| Cause music was the scenery | |
| Jimi Hendrix played loud and free | |
| Sergeant Pepper was real to me | |
| Songs and poems were all you needed | |
| Which way did the sixties go? | |
| Now Ramona' s in | |
| Desolation | |
| Row And where | |
| I' m going | |
| I hardly know | |
| It surely wasn' t like this before but | |
| Oh, every time | |
| I look around | |
| I feel so low my head seems underground | |
| Well every day just seems to bring bad news | |
| Leaves me here with the | |
| Post World | |
| War Two Blues | |
| Oh, every time | |
| I look at you | |
| I feel so low | |
| I don' t know what to do | |
| Well every day just seems to bring bad news | |
| Leaves me here with the post | |
| World War | |
| Two Blues |
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