| Song | Beach House on the Moon |
| Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
| Album | Beach House on the Moon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Buffett | |
| Lyrics:Jimmy Buffett Music:Jimmy Buffett | |
| Cameron's getting logical | |
| a Vulcan in disguise | |
| the mysteries of the night | |
| are putting sparkles in his eyes | |
| he's looking for sound reasoning | |
| but the best that I can do | |
| is this transcendental story | |
| that I'll pass along to you | |
| pass the falls they call Victoria | |
| down the river named the Nile | |
| drifts a tiny little handmade boat | |
| it's shaped just like a smile | |
| and steered by a magician | |
| with the knowledge that he needs | |
| to keep him on his destined course | |
| pass the crocodiles and reeds | |
| he's the admiral of the ocean | |
| the lone eagle in the sky | |
| he gave me my first sextant | |
| and he taught me how to fly | |
| it's been quite a lengthy passage | |
| from the dawn of time til now | |
| he has weathered the infernal storms | |
| in his trusty petite dhow | |
| he has soared above collassal waves, | |
| sailed the endless sea | |
| sometimes he resembles you | |
| sometimes he looks like me | |
| I saw him through my telescope | |
| on a cloudless night in June | |
| as he rested between voyages | |
| at his beach house on the moon | |
| there are windows to the galaxies | |
| and hallways to the past | |
| there are trapdoors to the future | |
| and a splintered ancient mast | |
| There are relics from Apollo trips | |
| when the earth men came to play | |
| and a hammock from a distant star | |
| out in the Milky Way | |
| he's the admiral of the ocean | |
| the lone eagle in the sky | |
| he gave me my first sextant | |
| and he taught me how to fly | |
| I saw him through my telescope | |
| on a cloudless night in June | |
| as he rested between voyages | |
| at his beach house on the moon | |
| a striped bass breaks the surface | |
| as the sunset fades away | |
| and our journey from the sea of storms | |
| takes us home besides the bay | |
| we go fishing in the ocean | |
| we go travelling back in time | |
| like the song says teach your children | |
| to go fishing with their mind | |
| Cameron's contemplating | |
| I'm not sure just what he thinks | |
| is my dad some kind of lunatic | |
| with his stories and high hijinks | |
| then he says when I get old and gray | |
| and feel like I'm marooned | |
| he will take me in his rocketship | |
| to that beach house on the moon |
| zuo ci : Buffett | |
| Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
| Cameron' s getting logical | |
| a Vulcan in disguise | |
| the mysteries of the night | |
| are putting sparkles in his eyes | |
| he' s looking for sound reasoning | |
| but the best that I can do | |
| is this transcendental story | |
| that I' ll pass along to you | |
| pass the falls they call Victoria | |
| down the river named the Nile | |
| drifts a tiny little handmade boat | |
| it' s shaped just like a smile | |
| and steered by a magician | |
| with the knowledge that he needs | |
| to keep him on his destined course | |
| pass the crocodiles and reeds | |
| he' s the admiral of the ocean | |
| the lone eagle in the sky | |
| he gave me my first sextant | |
| and he taught me how to fly | |
| it' s been quite a lengthy passage | |
| from the dawn of time til now | |
| he has weathered the infernal storms | |
| in his trusty petite dhow | |
| he has soared above collassal waves, | |
| sailed the endless sea | |
| sometimes he resembles you | |
| sometimes he looks like me | |
| I saw him through my telescope | |
| on a cloudless night in June | |
| as he rested between voyages | |
| at his beach house on the moon | |
| there are windows to the galaxies | |
| and hallways to the past | |
| there are trapdoors to the future | |
| and a splintered ancient mast | |
| There are relics from Apollo trips | |
| when the earth men came to play | |
| and a hammock from a distant star | |
| out in the Milky Way | |
| he' s the admiral of the ocean | |
| the lone eagle in the sky | |
| he gave me my first sextant | |
| and he taught me how to fly | |
| I saw him through my telescope | |
| on a cloudless night in June | |
| as he rested between voyages | |
| at his beach house on the moon | |
| a striped bass breaks the surface | |
| as the sunset fades away | |
| and our journey from the sea of storms | |
| takes us home besides the bay | |
| we go fishing in the ocean | |
| we go travelling back in time | |
| like the song says teach your children | |
| to go fishing with their mind | |
| Cameron' s contemplating | |
| I' m not sure just what he thinks | |
| is my dad some kind of lunatic | |
| with his stories and high hijinks | |
| then he says when I get old and gray | |
| and feel like I' m marooned | |
| he will take me in his rocketship | |
| to that beach house on the moon |
| zuò cí : Buffett | |
| Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
| Cameron' s getting logical | |
| a Vulcan in disguise | |
| the mysteries of the night | |
| are putting sparkles in his eyes | |
| he' s looking for sound reasoning | |
| but the best that I can do | |
| is this transcendental story | |
| that I' ll pass along to you | |
| pass the falls they call Victoria | |
| down the river named the Nile | |
| drifts a tiny little handmade boat | |
| it' s shaped just like a smile | |
| and steered by a magician | |
| with the knowledge that he needs | |
| to keep him on his destined course | |
| pass the crocodiles and reeds | |
| he' s the admiral of the ocean | |
| the lone eagle in the sky | |
| he gave me my first sextant | |
| and he taught me how to fly | |
| it' s been quite a lengthy passage | |
| from the dawn of time til now | |
| he has weathered the infernal storms | |
| in his trusty petite dhow | |
| he has soared above collassal waves, | |
| sailed the endless sea | |
| sometimes he resembles you | |
| sometimes he looks like me | |
| I saw him through my telescope | |
| on a cloudless night in June | |
| as he rested between voyages | |
| at his beach house on the moon | |
| there are windows to the galaxies | |
| and hallways to the past | |
| there are trapdoors to the future | |
| and a splintered ancient mast | |
| There are relics from Apollo trips | |
| when the earth men came to play | |
| and a hammock from a distant star | |
| out in the Milky Way | |
| he' s the admiral of the ocean | |
| the lone eagle in the sky | |
| he gave me my first sextant | |
| and he taught me how to fly | |
| I saw him through my telescope | |
| on a cloudless night in June | |
| as he rested between voyages | |
| at his beach house on the moon | |
| a striped bass breaks the surface | |
| as the sunset fades away | |
| and our journey from the sea of storms | |
| takes us home besides the bay | |
| we go fishing in the ocean | |
| we go travelling back in time | |
| like the song says teach your children | |
| to go fishing with their mind | |
| Cameron' s contemplating | |
| I' m not sure just what he thinks | |
| is my dad some kind of lunatic | |
| with his stories and high hijinks | |
| then he says when I get old and gray | |
| and feel like I' m marooned | |
| he will take me in his rocketship | |
| to that beach house on the moon |