surrealist Invented this 4th of July Night ride home Hula girls And caterpillar tractors in the sand The ukulele man The fireworks This 4th of July Night ride home
the rails And when the train went by We were jumpin' 'round like fools Goin', "Look, no heads or tails" Goin', "Look, my lucky prize" She runs home
night like this Like some surrealist Invented this 4th of July Night ride home Night ride home Night ride home On a night ride home On a night ride
Back in 1957 we had to dance a foot apart And they hawk eyed us from the sidelines Holding their rulers, without a heart And so with just a touch of our
nothing can be done Don't start my heart is a smoking gun Oh, and nothing can be done Nothing can be done I heard you leaving, oh, late last night I
We'd be the only joy around (Botticelli black boy) The only joy in town (Botticelli black boy) He's the only joy I've found all day At night these
Hey Tomorrow is Sunday Now there's only one day left to go Till you walk by Below my window The weekends drive me mad Holidays are, oh too sad 'Cause
译文: 米切尔，乔尼. 晚上回家.
the rails And when the train went by We were jumpin' round like fools Goin' "Look no heads or tails" Goin' "Look my lucky prize" She runs home to her
: Magdalene is trembling Like a washing on a line Trembling and gleaming Never before was a man so kind Never so redeeming Enter the multitudes In Exxon
: Back in 1957 We had to dance a foot apart And they hawk-eyed us from the sidelines Holding their rulers without a heart And so with just a touch of
: (Based on a poem by W.B. Yeats) Turning and turning Within the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer Things fall apart The center cannot
And be the only joy around We'd be the only joy around The only joy in town He's the only joy I've found All day At night these streets are empty Where
decimal in his class Last night's kisses won't erase Zero I just can't keep the numbers in their place Ray's Dad's Cadillac Last night we had Ray's
: Tomorrow is Sunday Now there's only one day left to go Till you walk by Below my window The weekends drive me mad Holidays are oh too sad 'Cause you
: (Music by Larry Klein, words by Joni Mitchell) Must I forgive you Each time And say you don't know what your're doing There are no victimless crimes
