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Blues Beach
album cover
Blues Beach wurde am 3. Juni 2003 von Reprise als Teil des Albums Everything Must Go veröffentlicht
3. Juni 2003
LabelReprise
SpracheEnglish
BPM121
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Songtexte

[Verse 1]
I was scrapin' bottom
Gropin' in the dark
It takes a crusty punk to really beat
The mean streets of Medicine Park
So I shifted left for out of town
Then I clicked my heels and I doubled down to
[Chorus]
Blues Beach
I'm frying
Sizzlin' in the merciful rays
And it's the long, sad Sunday
Of the early resigned
[Verse 2]
I went to Central Station
To catch that early bus
They were gassed and runnin' every which way
But unhappily, not for us
Here come Trina, the child bride
I said, "Hey, pretty girl, can I cop a ride to
[Chorus]
Blues Beach"
It's rainin'
I'm chillin' at the Manatee Bar
Well, it's a stone soul picnic
For the early resigned
[Bridge]
We could rent a paranymphic glider
My hypothetical friend
And we could sail
Sail away
Till the bending end
Till the bending end
[Verse 3]
Grab Big Dog a blanket
Warm it up, Big Dog
Angel of my heart
Things may get a whole lot worse
Before suddenly falling apart
Give your roommate Yvonne a ring
'Cause if she still wants in I gotta pull some strings
[Chorus]
On Blues Beach
I'm dying
Freezin' in the merciful rays
And it's the long, sad Sunday
Of the early resigned
[Outro]
Talkin' 'bout the Blues
Blues Beach
'Bout the Blues, Blues
Blues Beach
Another dimension
Blues Beach
Chillin'
No slack in the tension
Blues Beach
Chillin' at the Manatee Bar
Everyone's tall and tan
Cruisin' in the park, gropin' in the dark
Blues Beach
Chillin'
And yes, I wanna be on the sand
Blues Beach
Chillin' at the Manatee Bar
Way sweeter, America
Tank full of gas, baby, not for us
Blues Beach
Chillin'
Catchin' some rays
Oh, Blues Beach
Chillin' at the Manatee Bar
The corn grows tall
Had a lot of days chillin' in the rays
Blues Beach
Chillin'
Have ourselves a ball
Blues Beach
Chillin' at the Manatee Bar
I'll get a big tropical cooler
Cruisin' in the park, gropin' in the dark
Written by: Donald Fagen, Walter Becker
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