《Poetry & Jazz》是John Otway演唱的一首英文歌曲。
基本介紹
- 歌曲：Poetry & Jazz
- 語種：英語
- 發行日期：2007年06月12日
- 歌手：John Otway
- 所屬專輯：Premature Adulation
Poetry & Jazz - John Otway
She said
It's hard for me to explain to you,
the brightness of the light.
I can still remember
when my life was like that
A real and painless beauty
I remember as a kid
When I thought that I knew everything
and in a way I did
She was a virgin then,
a child in a million
With deep round hazel
eyes of bazing intuition
She called me over to her side
and said
Will you please listen
I wanna show you something
and it's something I've just written
And I'm calling it Poetry and Jazz
She watched her happy family
turn to a broken home
Her father left with someone else,
her mother on her own
Her fourteenth birthday,
her mother spent in tears
She celebrated on her own,
her adolescent years.
It was hell then,
caught in the crossfire
Of an emotional triangle
she couldn't keep together
I heard her softly as
she sobbed upon my shoulder
Saying
“As you are the closest thing
I've got to a brother
Explain to me why is life so sad“
Sixteen was better 'cause sixteen was boys
Make-up parties alcohol and clothes
And saying to your boyfriend
“Come on get out of bed
Look, its three o clock in the
afternoon and my mother's coming back“
And she smiled then,
her eyes filled with laughter
She didn't know if it was love,
but it didn't really matter
She called me on the phone and said
“Hey get this big brother
I just got rid of one boyfriend
and got myself another
And listen, this one drives a Jag“
She left school and boyfriends
for university
Three years of study for an art degree
Her clothes were outrageous
her hair was many colours
Her work was radical and so were her ideas
She said
“This is brilliant this place is heaven
On a score of one to ten,
I'd give this place eleven
It kicks you up the ass and it
fires you with ambition
I often used to feel as if my
life was just a prison
Now I realise it isn't quite that bad“
I was invited to an exhibition
a little while ago
To an art gallery in Paris
where she has a studio
She looked sophisticated
she was wearing a bronze tan
And she'd sold all her work
for some outrageous sum
And I looked at her
and I started laughing
I said look you're supposed to
be an artist
you're supposed to be suffering
And she just smiled back and
pointed to this painting
Of a young girl around which
she'd written out this poem
She'd shown me once called
Poetry and Jazz
My name is Angela
I am twelve years old
I've given up on working
hard and doing as I'm told
I see a child psychologist
who's spotted in my head
A recipe for delinquency
or something just as bad
But I'll fight for my independence
I see the world in another way
to my teachers and my parents
My priorities are different
and my life is not as aimless
I am not disruptive and
I'm not dangerous
I've rhythm and purpose
like poetry and jazz
She said “It's hard for me
to explain to you,
the brightness of the light.
I can still remember
when my life was like that
A real and painless beauty
I remember as a kid
When I thought that I knew
everything and in a way I did
