Notes from Paris歌词
作词 : Allan Taylor
作曲 : Allan Taylor
I can still hear him playing “April in Paris”
Dexter's blowing his horn
It's a used up tune for a faded moon
And played for the memory of something that's gone
He plays like a lover who's holding a dream
When he knows that the dream won't last
He's going down slow but he's scared to let go
And deep down he knows the dreaming has passed
One hit of cocaine, one hit of “horse(*horoin)”
he'll take what's on offer today
It's a loser's refrain to come back again
And a thin line of snow(*cocaine) to blow you away
He says “Buy me vin rouge, buy me a beer”
as he sits in the Blue Note café
He's ending his days in a purple haze
As pink and blue neon drag night into day
The dancers have left the floor
And the last of the late night drinkers are out of the door
The old man's hung up his horn he's playing no more
It's not for the money, it's not for the fame
it's for something that sings through it all
When the music rings true your soul comes through
And that's what you do ‘til you hear the last call
They say we go out the way we came in
it's how we played it that marks the man
But if we can leave a trace of beauty and grace
Then it wasn't for nothing just part of the plan
The dancers have left the floor
And the last of the late night drinkers are out of the door
The old man's hung up his horn he's playing no more
作曲 : Allan Taylor
I can still hear him playing “April in Paris”
Dexter's blowing his horn
It's a used up tune for a faded moon
And played for the memory of something that's gone
He plays like a lover who's holding a dream
When he knows that the dream won't last
He's going down slow but he's scared to let go
And deep down he knows the dreaming has passed
One hit of cocaine, one hit of “horse(*horoin)”
he'll take what's on offer today
It's a loser's refrain to come back again
And a thin line of snow(*cocaine) to blow you away
He says “Buy me vin rouge, buy me a beer”
as he sits in the Blue Note café
He's ending his days in a purple haze
As pink and blue neon drag night into day
The dancers have left the floor
And the last of the late night drinkers are out of the door
The old man's hung up his horn he's playing no more
It's not for the money, it's not for the fame
it's for something that sings through it all
When the music rings true your soul comes through
And that's what you do ‘til you hear the last call
They say we go out the way we came in
it's how we played it that marks the man
But if we can leave a trace of beauty and grace
Then it wasn't for nothing just part of the plan
The dancers have left the floor
And the last of the late night drinkers are out of the door
The old man's hung up his horn he's playing no more
