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Al Stewart( Alastair Ian Stewart )
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Apple Cider Re-Constitution
作詞:Alistair Ian Stewart
When we came to the station, all the trains were rusty The doors were open and the windows broken in There was grass in all the cracks and the air hung musty The travel posters were flappin' in the wind
So, we moved through the dust and gloom Playin' waiting games in the waiting room Lay our sleepin' bags out on the floor
And on Sunday mornin', easy rider comes to me With apple cider, leave me here without a place to go
If I followed the coast road, I'd be home by evenin' The harbor lights still cut across the bay From the slot machine arcade the lights go streamin' To the bikes outside the rock 'n roll cafe
Ah, but you know those small town blues Are really too much to lose There's nothin' really there to go back for
And on Sunday mornin', easy rider comes to me With apple cider, leaves me here without a place to go
Any railway station would be just fine, fine, fine To settle down and wash the cobwebs from your head Oh, if your situation's runnin' dry, dry, dry Find a waiting room beneath the stars to make your bed
もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com You know London can make your brain stall The streets get cold and empty on a rainy night, so you duck Into the subway station, you can hear the trains call, they wanna Take you to the Earl's Court Road but it don't seem right
'Cause there's na na na noowah on the jukebox Singin' in the burger bar, see the people's faces In the passin' cars don't want to know
And on Sunday mornin', easy rider comes to me With apple cider, leaves me here without a place to go
You have the most appealing surface I have seen Bring it over here, lay it down by me Don't mean to make you nervous, I just mean To make you see, this is the place to be
When we came to the station, all the trains were rusty The air was empty and the platforms overgrown There were old tin cans and cats and the doors were crusted With mud and leaves and names carved long ago
And the rails go on forever in a silver trail To the setting sun, you can follow them Anywhere you want to go
And on Sunday mornin', easy rider comes to me With apple cider, leaves me here without a need to know
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