Testi di Jazz Street - Joe Ely

Jazz Street (originale)

He was a canvas back’d scatter brain from jazz street
He had a 65 chevy and and a surfer shirt full a parakeets
It’s a dead-end road by Love Canal where the moon eyed dream
He was hot to trot and he beat a lot on his drum machine
She had a sweet-scented cool hotel on jazz street
Where the company girls and the go betweens are known to meet
Her younger sister runs the desk — she rings a little brass bell
And if the truth were known she liked to drink alone and it was just as well
He was the King of Trash, he could sling it around
On Jazz Street
She was the Angel of Poverty, she followed him down
On Jazz Street
They were happy together, all their dice seemed to turn up seven
With a love like this, who could wish
For anything better than heaven…
On Jazz Street
On Jazz Street
On Jazz Street
Lead
He had a fuzzy dash and a steering wheel made out of loggers chain
His stereo had remote control that was made in Spain
He left his sister behind, she was doin time in the Federal Pen
Times were rough, but just tough enough for a man like him
She had a mobile phone in her mobile home that she loved to use
She’d been inspired by the girls that she hired at the interviews
She’d seen the ropes and her only hope was to play the bluff
Make believe that he had a fantasy that was big enough
He was the King of Trash, he could sling it around
On Jazz Street
She was the Angel of Poverty, she followed him down
On Jazz Street
They were happy together, all their dice seemed to turn up seven
With a love like this, who could wish
For anything better than heaven…
On Jazz Street
On Jazz Street
On Jazz Street
He was the King of Trash, he could sling it around
On Jazz Street
She was the Angel of Poverty, she followed him down
On Jazz Street
They were movin their feet tryin' to make ends meet
On Jazz Street
All the little birdies go tweet tweet tweet on Jazz Street
On Jazz Street
On Jazz Street
On Jazz Street

(traduzione)

Era un cervello sparpagliato con il dorso di tela della strada del jazz
Aveva una chevy 65 e una maglietta da surfista piena di parrocchetti
È una strada senza uscita vicino a Love Canal dove la luna sognava
Era appassionato di trotto e batteva molto sulla sua drum machine
Aveva un hotel alla moda dal profumo dolce in una strada del jazz
Dove è noto che le ragazze della compagnia e gli intermediari si incontrano
Sua sorella minore gestisce la scrivania — suona un campanello d'ottone
E se si conosceva la verità, le piaceva bere da sola e andava bene lo stesso
Era il re della spazzatura, poteva lanciarsela in giro
In Jazz Street
Lei era l'Angelo della Povertà, lo seguì giù
In Jazz Street
Erano felici insieme, tutti i loro dadi sembravano essere sette
Con un amore come questo, chi potrebbe desiderare
Per qualcosa di meglio del paradiso...
In Jazz Street
In Jazz Street
In Jazz Street
Guida
Aveva un cruscotto sfocato e un volante fatto con una catena di taglialegna
Il suo stereo aveva un telecomando prodotto in Spagna
Ha lasciato sua sorella alle spalle, lei stava facendo il suo tempo nella Penna Federale
I tempi erano duri, ma abbastanza duri per un uomo come lui
Aveva un telefono cellulare nella sua casa mobile che amava usare
Era stata ispirata dalle ragazze che aveva assunto durante le interviste
Aveva visto le corde e la sua unica speranza era giocare il bluff
Fai credere che avesse una fantasia abbastanza grande
Era il re della spazzatura, poteva lanciarsela in giro
In Jazz Street
Lei era l'Angelo della Povertà, lo seguì giù
In Jazz Street
Erano felici insieme, tutti i loro dadi sembravano essere sette
Con un amore come questo, chi potrebbe desiderare
Per qualcosa di meglio del paradiso...
In Jazz Street
In Jazz Street
In Jazz Street
Era il re della spazzatura, poteva lanciarsela in giro
In Jazz Street
Lei era l'Angelo della Povertà, lo seguì giù
In Jazz Street
Stavano muovendo i piedi cercando di sbarcare il lunario
In Jazz Street
Tutti gli uccellini twittano tweet su Jazz Street
In Jazz Street
In Jazz Street
In Jazz Street