But I Don’t Wanna Sing About Guitars
But I Don' t Wanna Sing About Guitars Lyrics
| Song | But I Don’t Wanna Sing About Guitars |
| Artist | Danielson Famile |
| Album | Best of Gloucester County |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : SMITH, DANIEL | |
| Downtown at the music place, | |
| Everyone's playing, all on their own, | |
| And all at once, a suspicious lurking ambiance. | |
| (It's gettin' dark) | |
| (Mark Shippy solo) | |
| The audience is losing patience. | |
| You better not be | |
| Lying to us | |
| Or dearly you'll pay | |
| It's not just okay. | |
| Our boiling blood will ruin your day. | |
| As soon as you hear | |
| The sound of the horns, | |
| The harps + the lyres. | |
| The gold smiths are shamed, | |
| The instruments fakes, | |
| They got no breath in their wakes. | |
| (Glen Galaxy solo; Mark, Glen, Mark descending then...Chris Cohen plays the blues! Then the guit orch rocks it hard.) | |
| Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is. | |
| Awake harp + lyre, the dawn is waiting patiently. | |
| Come me + all, celebrate with all our might(y). | |
| Procession coming from the highest place | |
| Mountains move closer to get to hear clear. | |
| We sing a new song on our 10 string lyres. | |
| Charming savage beats + religious spirits. | |
| Exchanging lies for truth...so hear the... | |
| The horn, the flute, the sun + the sky. | |
| The harp + the moon, guitars strumming, | |
| Animals humming, | |
| Celebrate with your might. |
| zuo ci : SMITH, DANIEL | |
| Downtown at the music place, | |
| Everyone' s playing, all on their own, | |
| And all at once, a suspicious lurking ambiance. | |
| It' s gettin' dark | |
| Mark Shippy solo | |
| The audience is losing patience. | |
| You better not be | |
| Lying to us | |
| Or dearly you' ll pay | |
| It' s not just okay. | |
| Our boiling blood will ruin your day. | |
| As soon as you hear | |
| The sound of the horns, | |
| The harps the lyres. | |
| The gold smiths are shamed, | |
| The instruments fakes, | |
| They got no breath in their wakes. | |
| Glen Galaxy solo Mark, Glen, Mark descending then... Chris Cohen plays the blues! Then the guit orch rocks it hard. | |
| Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is. | |
| Awake harp lyre, the dawn is waiting patiently. | |
| Come me all, celebrate with all our might y. | |
| Procession coming from the highest place | |
| Mountains move closer to get to hear clear. | |
| We sing a new song on our 10 string lyres. | |
| Charming savage beats religious spirits. | |
| Exchanging lies for truth... so hear the... | |
| The horn, the flute, the sun the sky. | |
| The harp the moon, guitars strumming, | |
| Animals humming, | |
| Celebrate with your might. |
| zuò cí : SMITH, DANIEL | |
| Downtown at the music place, | |
| Everyone' s playing, all on their own, | |
| And all at once, a suspicious lurking ambiance. | |
| It' s gettin' dark | |
| Mark Shippy solo | |
| The audience is losing patience. | |
| You better not be | |
| Lying to us | |
| Or dearly you' ll pay | |
| It' s not just okay. | |
| Our boiling blood will ruin your day. | |
| As soon as you hear | |
| The sound of the horns, | |
| The harps the lyres. | |
| The gold smiths are shamed, | |
| The instruments fakes, | |
| They got no breath in their wakes. | |
| Glen Galaxy solo Mark, Glen, Mark descending then... Chris Cohen plays the blues! Then the guit orch rocks it hard. | |
| Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is. | |
| Awake harp lyre, the dawn is waiting patiently. | |
| Come me all, celebrate with all our might y. | |
| Procession coming from the highest place | |
| Mountains move closer to get to hear clear. | |
| We sing a new song on our 10 string lyres. | |
| Charming savage beats religious spirits. | |
| Exchanging lies for truth... so hear the... | |
| The horn, the flute, the sun the sky. | |
| The harp the moon, guitars strumming, | |
| Animals humming, | |
| Celebrate with your might. |
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