Rocking Chairs - Norah Jones

我和你 在清晨的夢裡 (美好的你 和你的傻瓜相機) 南方空氣 海邊的一趟旅行 八釐米裡 你我依舊年輕 (年輕的心 和說不完的話題) 但記憶裡 全都不再清晰 我深愛追逐你的那個自己 But there's no place for a man like me 我深愛擁抱你的那些曾經 但請先讓我離開這裡 如夢初醒 一部早場電影 (就像自己 演的公路電影) 熱帶空氣 仍浮現你的身影 現在巴黎 會是什麼天氣 (今天的你 穿什麼顏色毛衣) 一路向西 往你的方向前進 我深愛追逐你的那個自己 Still there's no place for a man like me 兩顆星會遠離也會有交集 漫長的銀河裡後會有期

多麼美的分割畫面 我拿起兩本詩 你挑了兩張唱片 在同一個時間 當你向前 彎下腰的瞬間 視線對到了我的側臉 hmm 任何預言 都會應驗 當你聽見 心里的樹屋 響起了音樂 因為蝴蝶那晚稍來了消息絕非偶然 那是宇宙扉頁里早已的安排 流浪的夜啊 請收下這把黑色的傘 我們不走啦 讓日光進來吧 一起躺在樹屋的地毯看時光流轉 記得我們相遇那天 你坐我的右邊 我也坐你的右邊 在相鄰的鞦韆 你帶著笑臉 眼睛瞇成了線 手在天空揮了又揮 一定會再見 任何預言 都會應驗 當你聽見 心裡的樹屋想 響起了音樂 因為蝴蝶那晚稍來了消息絕非偶然 那是宇宙扉頁里早已的安排 流浪的夜啊 請收下這把黑色的傘 我們不走啦 讓日光進來吧 一起躺在樹屋的地毯看時光流轉 哇啦啦呼嗚 哇啦啦嗚嗚 哇啦啦呼嗚嗚 因為蝴蝶那晚稍來了消息絕非偶然 那是宇宙扉頁里早已的安排 流浪的夜啊 請收起那張黑色的帆 我們不走啦 讓日光進來吧 一起躺在樹屋的地毯看時光流轉 一起躺在樹屋的地毯看時光流轉 一起躺在樹屋的地毯看時光流轉

嘿我的夥伴 你可以走得更緩慢 背上你的吉他 頭戴白色花瓣 難過的全都拋開 我來 和你作伴 Rolling on to Hare Krishna 清唱著wim-wom-wom-bo 再rollin', rollin' on To Hare Rama 一起唱著wim-wom-wom-bo 再rollin', rollin' on Rolling on 我們的世代 把厭世當一種習慣 或許這個世界 沒什麼值得期待 但那都與我無關 我是 一個飛翔的笨蛋 人生本來 該是一場狂歡 Rolling on to Hare Krishna 清唱著wim-wom-wom-bo 再rollin', rollin' on To Hare Rama 一起唱著wim-wom-wom-bo 再rollin', rollin' on Rolling on Rolling on to Hare Krishna 清唱著wim-wom-wom-bo 再rollin', rollin' on To Hare Rama 一起唱著wim-wom-wom-bo 再rollin', rollin' on Rolling on Rolling on Rolling on Rolling on Rolling on Rolling on Rolling on Rolling on Rolling on Rolling on Rolling on

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)