paroles de chanson The Radio Song - Leo Sayer

I died on a zebra crossing Abbey Road
I choked on a burger down in Tupelo
I drowned face down like a Rolling Stone
Crashed with the Crickets in the Oklahoma snow

I was burned on a pyre by the Joshua Tree
O.D'd in a bath down in old Paris
Jumped from the bus off the Brunel Bridge
And they're still out looking for me

Now this sexual healing's got me
Rocking and reeling
Singin' oh, what a feeling
I'm dancing on the ceiling
Won't you gimme some loving, baby
Hold on I'm coming
'Cause here comes the sun
And those were the days
We threw it all away
In a purple haze

I can't feel it anymore
I can't feel it anymore
I can't feel it
I can't hear it anymore
Like a stranger on the shore
Feel I'm knocking on heaven's door
I can't feel it
I can't hear it anymore

When Cathy's clown was
The Talk of the Town
We were homeward bound
Getting deeper and down
On the night train
With Aladdin Sane
Stumbling through the desert
On a horse with no name

Eight miles high
Singin' an American tune
When Lawdy Miss Clawdy saw
The whole of the moon
Busted and stoned
And so tired of being alone
In a pink Cadillac down Tobacco Road

So hello Mary Lou
Have you seen Lucille?
Is Mr. Bojangles down in Margaritaville?
Have the tracks of my tears
Got you reeling in the years
Is the purple rain falling on Penny Lane?

I can't feel it anymore
I can't feel it anymore
I can't feel it
I can't hear it anymore
Like a stranger on the shore
Feel I'm knocking on heaven's door
I can't feel it
I can't hear it anymore

Now the boss at the station said
You've served your time
'Cause a button on the desk
Can get me strawberry wine
So I levelled off the faders
And I put down the phones
Got back to the green, green, grass of home

In the back of my van
Were these big tea boxes
Bowies and Dylans
And Beatles and Roxys
But a big yellow taxi
That I didn't see
Hit my magic bus
And I awoke from a dream

And the back-door opened
And out came the vinyl
There was Elvis, Aretha, Marley and Lionel
All of them discs just spinning around
Reeling and rocking
Not making a sound

Those Nashville cats were
Dancing in the street
Here, there and everywhere
Reet Petite
And I'll never forget how
The Beatles and Stones
Lay down to make a pallet
For me and Mrs. Jones

Oh, well I stepped off the kerb
And turned my head away
I said goodbye to my friends
As I heard myself say

I can't feel it anymore
I can't feel it anymore
I can't feel it
I can't hear it anymore
Like a stranger on the shore
Feel I'm knocking on heaven's door
I can't feel it
I can't hear it anymore
No more.