paroles de chanson One Long Day - Live At Bombay Rock - Cold Chisel

City life was closing in on me
The way things go, thirty years
Bus timetable, be my elegy

Up at seven every working day
Pay goes in, pay goes out, yeah
It's a week-by-week charade

General panic in the marketplace
Boss found hung in office
Could not stand the pace, oh no

And as the peak-hour traffic jams below
Somebody get the story, somebody spread the rumour
Yeah those people, always come and go

And it means one thing
You gotta move
You gotta go
You got to be somebody
Eh you got to roll
You gotta stop
You gotta change
You gotta make a little money
And be a little strange

Oh I wandered down along that river last night, well
You can call me romantic, I say I couldn't sleep
'Til the first-light struck me down

Padding homeward on the inside lane
Early morning freeway cool and quiet
And I'm dodging rubber stains

People talking in a seaside bar
But I, I ain't sentimental, but Lord
Sometimes I get that gypsy urge to travel far, ooh yeah

You know I'll disappear some long weekend
Well I'm gonna find a mangrove landscape
Stretch out along some busted jetty
Forget who I am, ooh yeah, I get away, and I may insist

You gotta move
You gotta go
You got to be somebody
And you got to roll
You gotta stop
You gotta change, yeah
You gotta make a little money
And be a little strange

One long day
Is all it takes to steal her heart away
And one long night
It's all right, you've done it again
And soft, low words
And slender ladies, beneath the cafe fans
One long day

Layed by dreams
And cotton dresses, a Spanish border town
And dreams so far
From the subways, the crowds heading home
And close each day
A technicolour, a million miles away
One long night, you're all alone

Meanwhile, yeah
City ways
Life goes creeping on
Sometimes, yeah
Well I get the blues
Lord I get the blues so bad

Meanwhile
City ways
Lonely life goes creeping on, it goes on and on
Sometime, yeah
Well I get the blues
Lord you know sometimes I get the blues so bad
You know I get the blues so bad

Meanwhile
City ways, a lonely life goes creeping on
Goes on and on, and on and on, on and on and on and on and on
Sometime, well I get the blues
Lord, Lord I get the blues so bad
So bad
So bad, so bad
So bad, so bad, so bad, so bad, so bad