[00:00.00] 作词 : Phillips
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Grant-Lee Phillips
[00:18.81]Are we still on the phone
[00:19.26]With the lady anna clarke and her trumpet solo
[00:23.94]Whose ghost sings for pay
[00:29.04]In the blue billiard room of the monterey
[00:34.14]For room and for board
[00:39.09]And the backdoor key is a 19th century civil war sword
[00:44.19]Once owned by john booth
[00:49.32]Who misplaced his script wen he caught his leather boot
[00:54.81]This could be the shining hour
[01:00.06]Based on all those mad beliefs
[01:04.95]In the money oil and angel powder
[01:10.86]In the new age magazine
[01:26.67]There's a hole in the wall
[01:32.52]Behind the photograph of al capone he's a sittin' down at city hall
[01:37.17]The police they peek thru here
[01:42.30]And they watch you get dressed in the two-way mirror
[01:47.52]But it's all in good spirits
[01:52.65]And if you close your eyes ya can't help help but to hear 'em move
[01:58.26]This could be the shining hour
[02:03.51]Based on all those mad beliefs
[02:08.37]In the money oil and angel powder
[02:14.31]In the new age magazine
[02:41.61]I propose a toast
[02:45.57]To the memory of the horse who carried king tut and his gold
[02:51.57]Into the sun
[02:55.86]He collapsed last summer from the heat stroke somewhere in the east village oh
[03:01.11]It kills me to think
[03:02.49]That i'm no longer living just looking for excuses to drink
[03:11.25]So lift up your glass
[03:16.98]And you ouija board 'cause i'm fading fading fading fast
[03:21.72]This could be the shining hour
[03:27.06]Based on all those mad beliefs
[03:32.16]In the money oil and angel powder
[03:37.92]In the new age magazine

作词 : Phillips
作曲 : Grant-Lee Phillips
Are we still on the phone
With the lady anna clarke and her trumpet solo
Whose ghost sings for pay
In the blue billiard room of the monterey
For room and for board
And the backdoor key is a 19th century civil war sword
Once owned by john booth
Who misplaced his script wen he caught his leather boot
This could be the shining hour
Based on all those mad beliefs
In the money oil and angel powder
In the new age magazine
There's a hole in the wall
Behind the photograph of al capone he's a sittin' down at city hall
The police they peek thru here
And they watch you get dressed in the two-way mirror
But it's all in good spirits
And if you close your eyes ya can't help help but to hear 'em move
This could be the shining hour
Based on all those mad beliefs
In the money oil and angel powder
In the new age magazine
I propose a toast
To the memory of the horse who carried king tut and his gold
Into the sun
He collapsed last summer from the heat stroke somewhere in the east village oh
It kills me to think
That i'm no longer living just looking for excuses to drink
So lift up your glass
And you ouija board 'cause i'm fading fading fading fast
This could be the shining hour
Based on all those mad beliefs
In the money oil and angel powder
In the new age magazine