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Marlene Dietrich - black midi.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Geordie Greep
[00:00.212] 作曲 : Cameron Picton/Geordie Greep/Morgan Simpson
[00:00.425]Under soft lights
[00:02.935]With a taped back face
[00:06.919]Our soft spoken queen
[00:11.529]Takes her place on the stage
[00:15.419]
[00:15.596]As the big curtains open
[00:19.838]The last troops run in quick
[00:24.258]For the one and only
[00:26.556]Marlene Dietrich
[00:29.033]
[00:29.734]She whispers demurely
[00:33.095]“from The Blue Angel”
[00:36.872]The song we all know
[00:40.818]The one that we’ve paid for
[00:44.871]
[00:45.497]Fills the hall tight
[00:49.126]And pulls at our hearts
[00:53.835]And puts in her place
[00:57.610]The girl she once was
[01:01.278]In that suit of ’33
[01:05.525]Soundtracked by disapproving commentary
[01:10.012]
[01:10.214]And my shuddering neighbour
[01:14.129]Turns and roughly rouses me
[01:17.776]He says, “While a kiss on the lips may not make a frog a prince,
[01:26.486]An orgasm renders any queen a witch:
[01:35.601]Metamorphosis exists!”
[01:39.755]
[01:40.599]Damn all us idiots
[01:43.953]Damn us till death
[01:48.051]Relentlessly trying to untie our knots of
[01:52.234]Rivers and roads that defy all sense
[01:56.299]
[01:56.460]But her hands loosen all
[02:00.452]And her voice brings you youth
[02:04.729]Her cheeks cradle the holy breath
[02:09.035]That pumps the lungs of her Mackie Messer
[02:15.234]
[02:16.739]And she beats the heart of her Mackie Messer
[02:25.407]And she walks the stage with her Mackie Messer
[02:33.516]And she makes us smile with her Mackie Messer
文本歌词
作词 : Geordie Greep
作曲 : Cameron Picton/Geordie Greep/Morgan Simpson
Under soft lights
With a taped back face
Our soft spoken queen
Takes her place on the stage
As the big curtains open
The last troops run in quick
For the one and only
Marlene Dietrich
She whispers demurely
“from The Blue Angel”
The song we all know
The one that we’ve paid for
Fills the hall tight
And pulls at our hearts
And puts in her place
The girl she once was
In that suit of ’33
Soundtracked by disapproving commentary
And my shuddering neighbour
Turns and roughly rouses me
He says, “While a kiss on the lips may not make a frog a prince,
An orgasm renders any queen a witch:
Metamorphosis exists!”
Damn all us idiots
Damn us till death
Relentlessly trying to untie our knots of
Rivers and roads that defy all sense
But her hands loosen all
And her voice brings you youth
Her cheeks cradle the holy breath
That pumps the lungs of her Mackie Messer
And she beats the heart of her Mackie Messer
And she walks the stage with her Mackie Messer
And she makes us smile with her Mackie Messer