Lirik Lagu Drunk On The Striped Table - Rickie Lee Jones
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
In my featherless, sagging, saffron wings,I dance
My Phoenician, waterlogged, orchestrated and forty foot wingsWave in the airI am drunk laying against the striped tablePushing these banners into the airless beachWaving these flags as I murmur the recipes of prayers to the vendorsAnd the pharisees in bikinis pumping iron against the sun
The recipes of semitic vendors, egyptian vendorsShaking their backs against the sunLaughing with the sounds of sheets of metalSplashing the naked phariseesWith wild bikinis and the soft fragranceOf dreamsAnd morning
I walk on the beach looking for a place to sleepMy arms are hidden beneath my sailing skinI am broke and fucked up and I fall in the sandAnd sleeping in the warm cradle of a billion rocks
I dreamed of cherShe came to us in babylonAnd she was rattling fluentlyHer true languageAnd she was dressed in high syrian ragsHer face had white powder on it and there wereLittle brown moons beneath her eyesAnd I saw into herAn arabic women parading around nakedPowerful, irreverent but still after allDoing it the old egyptian wayWith sparkling clothes and force
Now I awake in the afternoonThe arcade is filled with childrenFamilies are walking by staring at mePre-pubescent faces are coming a little too closeI don't even remember if I have on any underwear
I get up and walk awayI never even knew this stuff was hereThe twirling music, the games, the moneyThis commune living sucksThese black panthers suckThese harmonica playersShould all go back to the northCanada, new jersey, where ever they do thatBlowing
[II]
I abandon the old way when I first got to San Diego.I fucked anybody I wanted to.I was, however, gang raped by a blues band in an old school bus.That was prettyHorrible.There were only three of them.I can't remember if I g
My Phoenician, waterlogged, orchestrated and forty foot wingsWave in the airI am drunk laying against the striped tablePushing these banners into the airless beachWaving these flags as I murmur the recipes of prayers to the vendorsAnd the pharisees in bikinis pumping iron against the sun
The recipes of semitic vendors, egyptian vendorsShaking their backs against the sunLaughing with the sounds of sheets of metalSplashing the naked phariseesWith wild bikinis and the soft fragranceOf dreamsAnd morning
I walk on the beach looking for a place to sleepMy arms are hidden beneath my sailing skinI am broke and fucked up and I fall in the sandAnd sleeping in the warm cradle of a billion rocks
I dreamed of cherShe came to us in babylonAnd she was rattling fluentlyHer true languageAnd she was dressed in high syrian ragsHer face had white powder on it and there wereLittle brown moons beneath her eyesAnd I saw into herAn arabic women parading around nakedPowerful, irreverent but still after allDoing it the old egyptian wayWith sparkling clothes and force
Now I awake in the afternoonThe arcade is filled with childrenFamilies are walking by staring at mePre-pubescent faces are coming a little too closeI don't even remember if I have on any underwear
I get up and walk awayI never even knew this stuff was hereThe twirling music, the games, the moneyThis commune living sucksThese black panthers suckThese harmonica playersShould all go back to the northCanada, new jersey, where ever they do thatBlowing
[II]
I abandon the old way when I first got to San Diego.I fucked anybody I wanted to.I was, however, gang raped by a blues band in an old school bus.That was prettyHorrible.There were only three of them.I can't remember if I g
