歌曲：Confetti
歌手：Vonda Shepard
专辑：By 7:30
上传：aball

written by Vonda Shepard
recorded by Vonda Shepard
appears on the albums "By 7:30"
and "Heart and Soul: New Songs From Ally McBeal"
Skinny little brats
Walking down Avenue A
Dangling their cigarettes
Their Independence Day
Tears like filigrees
Wear them on their sleeves
Nobody's main squeeze
It's thirty-five degrees
Poetry of ordinary life
Is what I live for
They just wanna be seen
They just wanna be heard...said
My words are like Confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall onto the ground
I need someone to lift me up
So diaphanous, so ephemeral
And all those bad words
They never learned in school
Groovy like my mamma was
In her black turtle neck
She was so high strung
She was so low tech
Poetry and tattooed dreams
And fourteen caret nose rings
The children of elite
Are trying to be street saying
My words are like confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall onto the ground
I need someone to lift me up
My words are like confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall onto the ground
I need someone to lift me up

Confetti歌词

Vonda Shepard

Vonda Shepard，出生于美国的纽约，是一位出色的流行/摇滚歌手。在她年幼的时候就开始学习钢琴演奏。代表作《Someday We'll Be Together》。

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[00:00.00]written by Vonda Shepard
[00:04.00]recorded by Vonda Shepard
[00:08.00]appears on the albums "By 7:30"
[00:12.00]and "Heart and Soul: New Songs From Ally McBeal"
[00:16.00][00:17.23]Skinny little brats
[00:19.44]Walking down Avenue A
[00:21.37]Dangling their cigarettes
[00:23.45]Their Independence Day
[00:25.46]Tears like filigrees
[00:27.69]Wear them on their sleeves
[00:29.71]Nobody's main squeeze
[00:31.73]It's thirty-five degrees
[02:26.02][00:33.71]Poetry of ordinary life
[02:30.18][00:38.48]Is what I live for
[02:33.58][00:41.36]They just wanna be seen
[02:35.72][00:43.73]They just wanna be heard...said
[02:54.47][02:38.05][00:46.00]My words are like Confetti
[02:58.61][02:41.90][00:50.14]And you never pick them up
[03:02.47][02:45.91][00:53.92]They fall onto the ground
[03:05.73][02:49.29][00:57.49]I need someone to lift me up
[01:09.37]So diaphanous, so ephemeral
[01:13.48]And all those bad words
[01:15.62]They never learned in school
[01:17.63]Groovy like my mamma was
[01:19.64]In her black turtle neck
[01:21.72]She was so high strung
[01:23.79]She was so low tech
[01:25.58]Poetry and tattooed dreams
[01:29.45]And fourteen caret nose rings
[01:33.39]The children of elite
[01:35.75]Are trying to be street saying
[01:37.84]My words are like confetti
[01:41.97]And you never pick them up
[01:45.86]They fall onto the ground
[01:49.13]I need someone to lift me up
[01:54.38]My words are like confetti
[01:58.47]And you never pick them up
[02:02.33]They fall onto the ground
[02:05.53]I need someone to lift me up