歌曲：Doc Pomus
歌手：Ben Folds
专辑：Lonely Avenue

Ben Folds - Doc Pomus
LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
@ www.1ting.com @
Man in a wheelchair, lobby of the Forrest
With freighters, hustlers, hard-up millionaires.
Mobsters, cops, whores, pimps and Marxist.
All human life is there.
Man in a wheelchair listens to the chatter,
Writes down all the insane crap he hears.
He can't move around, but it doesn't really matter
In the Forrest all you need is eyes and ears.
And out they pour, the hits and the misses.
Turn Me Loose, Lonely Avenue,
And down in Nashville, they always sing Suspicion.
Pomus/Shuman, 1962.
And he never could be one of those happy cripples,
The kind that smile and tell you life's OK.
He was mad as hell, frightened and bitter.
He found a way to make his feelings pay.
Back at the Forrest, in the steakhouse of the lobby,
The diner gets three bullets in the head.
Doc looks down, eating his linguine,
Thinking up a lyric for the dead.
Fred Neil, Jack Benny, crazy Phil Spector,
Pumpkin Juice and Eydie Gorm
Damon Runyon Jr. and the Duke's orchestra
All superhuman life was there
And he never could be one of those happy cripples
The kind that smile and tell you life's OK
He was mad as hell, frightened and bitter
He found a way to make his isolation pay

Doc Pomus歌词

Ben Folds

[ti:Doc Pomus]
[ar:Ben Folds]
[al:Lonely Avenue]
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[00:00.00]Ben Folds - Doc Pomus
[00:02.00]LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
[00:04.00]@ www.1ting.com @
[03:58.02][03:42.52][03:26.59][03:05.26][02:27.80][02:09.33][01:55.62][01:42.58][01:29.24][01:15.16][00:56.11][00:42.20][00:28.68][00:15.80][00:06.00]
[00:07.20]Man in a wheelchair, lobby of the Forrest
[00:10.58]With freighters, hustlers, hard-up millionaires.
[00:20.71]Mobsters, cops, whores, pimps and Marxist.
[00:24.35]All human life is there.
[00:34.09]Man in a wheelchair listens to the chatter,
[00:37.51]Writes down all the insane crap he hears.
[00:46.85]He can't move around, but it doesn't really matter
[00:50.84]In the Forrest all you need is eyes and ears.
[03:43.17][03:29.86][02:13.21][01:00.50]And out they pour, the hits and the misses.
[03:46.58][03:33.50][02:16.91][01:04.24]Turn Me Loose, Lonely Avenue,
[03:49.64][03:36.76][02:20.19][01:07.55]And down in Nashville, they always sing Suspicion.
[03:53.15][03:40.03][02:23.48][01:10.84]Pomus/Shuman, 1962.
[01:20.51]And he never could be one of those happy cripples,
[01:24.15]The kind that smile and tell you life's OK.
[01:33.59]He was mad as hell, frightened and bitter.
[01:37.28]He found a way to make his feelings pay.
[01:47.01]Back at the Forrest, in the steakhouse of the lobby,
[01:50.61]The diner gets three bullets in the head.
[02:00.54]Doc looks down, eating his linguine,
[02:03.87]Thinking up a lyric for the dead.
[02:39.54]Fred Neil, Jack Benny, crazy Phil Spector,
[02:46.72]Pumpkin Juice and Eydie Gorm
[02:53.31]Damon Runyon Jr. and the Duke's orchestra
[02:59.73]All superhuman life was there
[03:09.51]And he never could be one of those happy cripples
[03:13.24]The kind that smile and tell you life's OK
[03:16.66]He was mad as hell, frightened and bitter
[03:20.11]He found a way to make his isolation pay