| Song | Quietly Making Noise |
| Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
| Album | Fruitcakes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Buffett, Tshudin | |
| Written:Jimmy Buffett/Michael Tschudin | |
| Oscar Wilde died in bed | |
| Several floors above my head | |
| Living well beyond his means | |
| In that crazy Paris scene | |
| Rain falls down in sheets so clear | |
| And no one ever calls me hear | |
| Travelin' by myself these days | |
| I'm into jazz and felt berets | |
| Far from that old Eastern shore | |
| Searchin' for strange metaphors | |
| I don't want to be another victim of fashion | |
| No I don't want to see my name in the paper each day | |
| Hey you can leave that to the young Turks | |
| They're handsome and dashing | |
| Posing for paparazzi's down laguna way | |
| Now down in the metro I feel the world start to multiply | |
| Bastille, rubber wheels, spiked heels | |
| Subterranean lullaby | |
| Met an African prancer, a hemisphere dancer | |
| Spied the ghost of Brassens | |
| We smiled at the secret we shared | |
| And I hid it like contraband | |
| Quietly making noise (quietly making noise) | |
| Starts with kindergarten toys | |
| Not too soft, not too loud | |
| Just enough to draw a crowd | |
| Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise | |
| Followed the beat | |
| Hey I found myself in this patois spot | |
| Outside a blizzard was blowin' | |
| But inside the joint was hot | |
| Zouk songs, rubber thongs, sing-a-longs | |
| The words flew right by my face | |
| You know rhythm and motion's a blamma jamma potion | |
| You cannot erase | |
| Quietly making noise (quietly making noise) | |
| Pissin' off the old kill-joys | |
| Glasspacks on an hot Mustang | |
| A telecaster with a twang | |
| Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise | |
| Yes | |
| Singers and writers and poets | |
| Have flocked here for centuries | |
| The city of light is built upon mountains of memories | |
| Baritone saxophones, monotones | |
| Speak with a voice I've heard before | |
| It's a lasting impression | |
| A gypsy expression you cannot ignore | |
| We're quietly making noise (quietly making noise) | |
| Starts with kindergarten toys | |
| Not too soft, not too loud | |
| Just enough to draw a crowd | |
| Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise | |
| Yeah, we're quietly making noise (quietly making noise) | |
| Pissin' off the old kill-joys | |
| Not too soft, not too loud | |
| Just enough to draw a crowd | |
| We're quietly, quietly, quietly | |
| Quietly, quietly, quietly | |
| Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise | |
| That's right, ooh yeah | |
| A whole lot of beautiful noise | |
| Spoken: | |
| 'Oh come on children, play those, play those kindergarten toys. | |
| Everybody's a drummer tonight. All right. Let it ring now, let | |
| it ring.' |
| zuo ci : Buffett, Tshudin | |
| Written: Jimmy Buffett Michael Tschudin | |
| Oscar Wilde died in bed | |
| Several floors above my head | |
| Living well beyond his means | |
| In that crazy Paris scene | |
| Rain falls down in sheets so clear | |
| And no one ever calls me hear | |
| Travelin' by myself these days | |
| I' m into jazz and felt berets | |
| Far from that old Eastern shore | |
| Searchin' for strange metaphors | |
| I don' t want to be another victim of fashion | |
| No I don' t want to see my name in the paper each day | |
| Hey you can leave that to the young Turks | |
| They' re handsome and dashing | |
| Posing for paparazzi' s down laguna way | |
| Now down in the metro I feel the world start to multiply | |
| Bastille, rubber wheels, spiked heels | |
| Subterranean lullaby | |
| Met an African prancer, a hemisphere dancer | |
| Spied the ghost of Brassens | |
| We smiled at the secret we shared | |
| And I hid it like contraband | |
| Quietly making noise quietly making noise | |
| Starts with kindergarten toys | |
| Not too soft, not too loud | |
| Just enough to draw a crowd | |
| Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise | |
| Followed the beat | |
| Hey I found myself in this patois spot | |
| Outside a blizzard was blowin' | |
| But inside the joint was hot | |
| Zouk songs, rubber thongs, singalongs | |
| The words flew right by my face | |
| You know rhythm and motion' s a blamma jamma potion | |
| You cannot erase | |
| Quietly making noise quietly making noise | |
| Pissin' off the old killjoys | |
| Glasspacks on an hot Mustang | |
| A telecaster with a twang | |
| Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise | |
| Yes | |
| Singers and writers and poets | |
| Have flocked here for centuries | |
| The city of light is built upon mountains of memories | |
| Baritone saxophones, monotones | |
| Speak with a voice I' ve heard before | |
| It' s a lasting impression | |
| A gypsy expression you cannot ignore | |
| We' re quietly making noise quietly making noise | |
| Starts with kindergarten toys | |
| Not too soft, not too loud | |
| Just enough to draw a crowd | |
| Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise | |
| Yeah, we' re quietly making noise quietly making noise | |
| Pissin' off the old killjoys | |
| Not too soft, not too loud | |
| Just enough to draw a crowd | |
| We' re quietly, quietly, quietly | |
| Quietly, quietly, quietly | |
| Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise | |
| That' s right, ooh yeah | |
| A whole lot of beautiful noise | |
| Spoken: | |
| ' Oh come on children, play those, play those kindergarten toys. | |
| Everybody' s a drummer tonight. All right. Let it ring now, let | |
| it ring.' |
| zuò cí : Buffett, Tshudin | |
| Written: Jimmy Buffett Michael Tschudin | |
| Oscar Wilde died in bed | |
| Several floors above my head | |
| Living well beyond his means | |
| In that crazy Paris scene | |
| Rain falls down in sheets so clear | |
| And no one ever calls me hear | |
| Travelin' by myself these days | |
| I' m into jazz and felt berets | |
| Far from that old Eastern shore | |
| Searchin' for strange metaphors | |
| I don' t want to be another victim of fashion | |
| No I don' t want to see my name in the paper each day | |
| Hey you can leave that to the young Turks | |
| They' re handsome and dashing | |
| Posing for paparazzi' s down laguna way | |
| Now down in the metro I feel the world start to multiply | |
| Bastille, rubber wheels, spiked heels | |
| Subterranean lullaby | |
| Met an African prancer, a hemisphere dancer | |
| Spied the ghost of Brassens | |
| We smiled at the secret we shared | |
| And I hid it like contraband | |
| Quietly making noise quietly making noise | |
| Starts with kindergarten toys | |
| Not too soft, not too loud | |
| Just enough to draw a crowd | |
| Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise | |
| Followed the beat | |
| Hey I found myself in this patois spot | |
| Outside a blizzard was blowin' | |
| But inside the joint was hot | |
| Zouk songs, rubber thongs, singalongs | |
| The words flew right by my face | |
| You know rhythm and motion' s a blamma jamma potion | |
| You cannot erase | |
| Quietly making noise quietly making noise | |
| Pissin' off the old killjoys | |
| Glasspacks on an hot Mustang | |
| A telecaster with a twang | |
| Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise | |
| Yes | |
| Singers and writers and poets | |
| Have flocked here for centuries | |
| The city of light is built upon mountains of memories | |
| Baritone saxophones, monotones | |
| Speak with a voice I' ve heard before | |
| It' s a lasting impression | |
| A gypsy expression you cannot ignore | |
| We' re quietly making noise quietly making noise | |
| Starts with kindergarten toys | |
| Not too soft, not too loud | |
| Just enough to draw a crowd | |
| Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise | |
| Yeah, we' re quietly making noise quietly making noise | |
| Pissin' off the old killjoys | |
| Not too soft, not too loud | |
| Just enough to draw a crowd | |
| We' re quietly, quietly, quietly | |
| Quietly, quietly, quietly | |
| Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise | |
| That' s right, ooh yeah | |
| A whole lot of beautiful noise | |
| Spoken: | |
| ' Oh come on children, play those, play those kindergarten toys. | |
| Everybody' s a drummer tonight. All right. Let it ring now, let | |
| it ring.' |