ミュージックビデオ

特集

Trafficの「20th Century Masters - The Millennium Collection: The Best of Traffic」を聴こう。
ALBUM20th Century Masters - The Millennium Collection: The Best of TrafficTraffic
Trafficをフィーチャーした’60s Rock Essentialsを聴こう。
PLAYLIST’60s Rock EssentialsApple Music Classic Rock
Trafficをフィーチャーした’60 Psychedelic Essentialsを聴こう。
PLAYLIST’60 Psychedelic EssentialsApple Music Classic Rock
TrafficをフィーチャーしたSteve Winwood Essentialsを聴こう。
PLAYLISTSteve Winwood EssentialsApple Music Pop
TrafficをフィーチャーしたSummer of Love Essentialsを聴こう。
PLAYLISTSummer of Love EssentialsApple Music Pop
TrafficをフィーチャーしたRock Hits: 1971を聴こう。
PLAYLISTRock Hits: 1971Apple Music Classic Rock
TrafficをフィーチャーしたPsychedelic Pop Essentialsを聴こう。
PLAYLISTPsychedelic Pop EssentialsApple Music Pop
TrafficをフィーチャーしたRock Hits: 1968を聴こう。
PLAYLISTRock Hits: 1968Apple Music Classic Rock
TrafficをフィーチャーしたRock Hits: 1967を聴こう。
PLAYLISTRock Hits: 1967Apple Music Classic Rock
TrafficをフィーチャーしたTraffic Essentialsを聴こう。
PLAYLISTTraffic EssentialsApple Music Classic Rock
TrafficをフィーチャーしたPsychedelic Rock Essentialsを聴こう。
PLAYLISTPsychedelic Rock EssentialsApple Music Classic Rock

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Traffic
Traffic
Performer
Dave Mason
Dave Mason
Sitar
Jim Capaldi
Jim Capaldi
Drums
Steve Winwood
Steve Winwood
Vocals
Chris Wood
Chris Wood
Flute
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jim Capaldi
Jim Capaldi
Songwriter
Steve Winwood
Steve Winwood
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jimmy Miller
Jimmy Miller
Producer
Eddie Kramer
Eddie Kramer
Engineer

歌詞

So you think you're having good times With the boy that you just met (paper sun) Kicking sand from beach to beach Your clothes all soaking wet But if you look around and see A shadow on the run (on the run) Don't be too upset because it's just a paper sun Ahh Paper Sun Ahh Paper Sun In the room where you've been sleeping All your clothes all thrown about (paper sun) Cigarettes burn window sills Your meter's all run out But then again it's nothing You just split when day is done (day is gone) Pitching lips to nowhere, hung up on the paper sun Ahh Paper Sun Ahh Paper Sun Standing in the cool of my room Fresh cut flowers give me sweet perfume (too much sun will burn) Too much sun will burn (too much sun will burn) Too much sun will burn When you're feeling tired and lonely You see people going home (paper sun) You can't make the train fare Or the six pence for the phone And icicles your crying From your cheek have just begun (just begun) Don't be sad, good times are had Beneath the paper sun Ahh Paper Sun Ahh Paper Sun Daylight breaks while you sleep on the sand A seagull is stealing the ring from your hand The boy who had given you so much fun Has left you so cold in the paper sun In the paper sun In the paper sun In the paper sun In the paper sun
Writer(s): Steve Winwood, Jim Capaldi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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