Ian Broudie

[ti:]Song For No One [ar:]Ian Broudie [al:] [00:00.00]編輯:二亩田 [00:10.71]From night skies dressed in clouds [00:15.55]Morning came, your taste in my mouth [00:20.62]I like the way that your hair falls down in your eyes [00:29.17]And you blush when you

You're no friend of mine You've wasted all my time You're no friend of mine You're dancing in my garden Dancing in my garden There's no New Year's Party So don't come dancing in my garden Always knocking at my door Please go away Knocking at my door

Home From Home - Ian Broudie From high fives in vacant lots To lowlives in highrise blocks Through warm bars, easy action Cold hearts, never passions Oh father, It seems a long way home Oh further than I was meaning to go The future just went past us

Got No Plans - Ian Broudie Taking what you like That selfish love will only make you cry You say it's in the blood As you lose your mind and curse the stars above Hide it all you like The ghost of her won't let you pass on by You're not the losing ki

Well I don't need no one Except when I do And that's when that no one Is someone like you Nothing seems shaped to fit I remember the times we'd sit Doing nothing 'cept watch TV And that seemed alright to me But I don't want no one Except when I'm blu

Lipstick -Ian Broudie How and why trace strange designs in my mind? Bridges burned and lost and never ever far behind Of perfume and lipstick and wine I wish I told you That was the time And now all the moments are gone I wish I told you You were the

In between awake and sleep He closed his eyes and took the leap The afternoons where mothers weep For frozen lakes and fallen leaves Safe inside his tree house dreams Forsakes his plans Forgets his schemes The wicked whisper from the sea Time is pass

Tales Told - Ian Broudie Here I am Receiving gifts that autumn brings Time's a thief, a gasp Who's sprinter comes on frozen wings Now I know That time for telling tales is gone Far from home Still a brother, once a son Little one You're the hope they

Song For No One - Ian Broudie From night skies dressed in clouds Morning came, your taste in my mouth I like the way that your hair falls down in your eyes And you blush when you smile When sleep combs your side then far away flies I love the way tha

Smoke Rings -Ian Broudie He's not a man of many words He's wrapped up deep inside Seldom seen and barely heard The secrets of his life Life looking through smoke rings Circles of friends who have gone Gone In another time, another place Things he cou