Basketball Court (2023 Remaster) - Home Brew/Esther Stephens.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Tom Scott
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Harry Huavi/Tom Scott
[00:11.959]This one here goes to Riversdale park
[00:15.396]Avondale
[00:17.294]For all the snot nosed kids
[00:19.427]check
[00:20.985]This basketball court tells my life without no more talk
[00:23.936]Foot prints still in the floor from where my fours walked
[00:26.796]Memories still in my thoughts from back in fourth-form
[00:29.146]And chalk still drawn up on the wall for the score-board
[00:32.125]And in the breeze
[00:33.077]I hear the old wind kicking leaves
[00:34.733]As I sit in tree's watching little me sitting three's
[00:37.548]I smell the tar still burning in the summer sun
[00:39.728]And melting bubblegum mixed with burning rubber from my bikes back tire
[00:43.189]Leaving marks in the park
[00:45.116]Car park parts had my name carved in in bark
[00:47.907]Blood stains remain like my first tattoo
[00:50.291]Written in the concrete with a piece of bamboo
[00:53.123]And I go back now and again
[00:54.908]To get up outta my head
[00:56.239]And think about it all the hours I've spent
[00:58.398]And I can hear the ball bouncing again
[01:00.334]And sometimes I can even here the sound of the net
[01:03.293]Like
[01:04.030]Just walking through the street
[01:05.453]With nothing on our feet
[01:06.661]Just snotty little kids playing 5-on-5
[01:09.305]Sitting in the dark
[01:10.621]With the bums in the park
[01:11.733]And the bottle on the bench on a Friday night
[01:14.567]Chilling by myself
[01:15.710]Just me and no one else
[01:17.262]Looking at the world from the three-point line
[01:19.884]From 3 feet tall
[01:20.950]All the way to 24
[01:22.639]This basketball court it knows my life
[01:37.253]Now as the days flew
[01:37.901]This new hoop is where we came to
[01:39.188]Same crew
[01:39.738]Same old suede's but they were sprayed blue
[01:41.421]Same view nothing had changed
[01:42.884]Just the chain's new
[01:44.174]And the tape played break-loose for us to break to
[01:46.819]The same moon went like the core
[01:48.205]Every night just like a torch
[01:49.517]While the old folks called their kids in from by the porch
[01:52.289]And you can tell the ones who grew up here
[01:54.297]'Cause they used to gear 'their older brothers
[01:56.221]Used to wear like a souvenir
[01:57.219]It's like we do a loop
[01:59.253]I'm looking at my new recruit
[02:00.676]Playing on the same hoop
[02:01.827]Where we used to shoot
[02:03.259]And now we sit up on the park bench
[02:04.212]Sippin' Maß sippin' jack
[02:06.650]Where we sat in the days
[02:08.090]Pickin' scabs
[02:08.729]Sittin' back in the pitch black
[02:11.552]As I reminisce on every swish
[02:12.551]Missing every shot I ever missed
[02:13.957]And I remember still
[02:15.253]Ain't forgot it probably never will
[02:17.180]The day I beat will 7 nil
[02:29.397]Through the street
[02:30.682]With nothing on our feet
[02:32.026]Just snotty little kids playing 5-on-5
[02:34.579]Sitting in the dark
[02:35.959]With the bums in the park
[02:37.323]And the bottle on the bench on a Friday night
[02:39.998]Chilling by myself
[02:41.246]Just me and no one else
[02:42.624]Looking at the world from the three-point line
[02:45.225]From 3 feet tall
[02:46.378]All the way to 24
[02:48.005]This basketball court it knows my life
[03:12.015]I went home today
[03:13.543]And that court where we'd go to play's
[03:15.837]Been bull-dozed away
[03:17.285]Now the only stain
[03:18.628]From the olden day
[03:20.244]Are the marks in the park from the roller blades
[03:21.703]And the fingerprints left on the black board
[03:23.503]A blank wall and a flat ball
[03:26.899]But that's all
[03:28.705]There's no more lights
[03:29.486]No more fights for who's like Mike
[03:30.396]And no games that go all night
[03:31.611]There's no more life
[03:34.014]I pick up a rock and take a jump shot
[03:36.201]That I once got from that one spot
[03:38.539]And I remember how it felt being young
[03:41.463]As I count
[03:42.102]3
[03:42.652]2
[03:43.318]1
[03:44.467]I guess one day we all gotta end the game
[03:47.025]I never would of made the NBA anyway
[03:49.707]But I'll never let my memory fade
[03:51.723]And when ever I play
[03:53.269]I re-member the days
[03:54.700]Just walking through the street
[03:56.076]With nothing on our feet
[03:57.454]Just snotty little kids playing 5-on-5
[03:59.962]Sitting in the dark
[04:01.336]With the bums in the park
[04:02.737]And the bottle on the bench on a Friday night
[04:05.339]Chilling by myself
[04:06.713]Just me and no one else
[04:08.082]Looking at the world from the three-point line
[04:10.710]From 3 feet tall
[04:11.986]All the way to 24
[04:13.354]This basketball court it knows my life

文本歌词

作词 : Tom Scott
作曲 : Harry Huavi/Tom Scott
This one here goes to Riversdale park
Avondale
For all the snot nosed kids
check
This basketball court tells my life without no more talk
Foot prints still in the floor from where my fours walked
Memories still in my thoughts from back in fourth-form
And chalk still drawn up on the wall for the score-board
And in the breeze
I hear the old wind kicking leaves
As I sit in tree's watching little me sitting three's
I smell the tar still burning in the summer sun
And melting bubblegum mixed with burning rubber from my bikes back tire
Leaving marks in the park
Car park parts had my name carved in in bark
Blood stains remain like my first tattoo
Written in the concrete with a piece of bamboo
And I go back now and again
To get up outta my head
And think about it all the hours I've spent
And I can hear the ball bouncing again
And sometimes I can even here the sound of the net
Like
Just walking through the street
With nothing on our feet
Just snotty little kids playing 5-on-5
Sitting in the dark
With the bums in the park
And the bottle on the bench on a Friday night
Chilling by myself
Just me and no one else
Looking at the world from the three-point line
From 3 feet tall
All the way to 24
This basketball court it knows my life
Now as the days flew
This new hoop is where we came to
Same crew
Same old suede's but they were sprayed blue
Same view nothing had changed
Just the chain's new
And the tape played break-loose for us to break to
The same moon went like the core
Every night just like a torch
While the old folks called their kids in from by the porch
And you can tell the ones who grew up here
'Cause they used to gear 'their older brothers
Used to wear like a souvenir
It's like we do a loop
I'm looking at my new recruit
Playing on the same hoop
Where we used to shoot
And now we sit up on the park bench
Sippin' Maß sippin' jack
Where we sat in the days
Pickin' scabs
Sittin' back in the pitch black
As I reminisce on every swish
Missing every shot I ever missed
And I remember still
Ain't forgot it probably never will
The day I beat will 7 nil
Through the street
With nothing on our feet
Just snotty little kids playing 5-on-5
Sitting in the dark
With the bums in the park
And the bottle on the bench on a Friday night
Chilling by myself
Just me and no one else
Looking at the world from the three-point line
From 3 feet tall
All the way to 24
This basketball court it knows my life
I went home today
And that court where we'd go to play's
Been bull-dozed away
Now the only stain
From the olden day
Are the marks in the park from the roller blades
And the fingerprints left on the black board
A blank wall and a flat ball
But that's all
There's no more lights
No more fights for who's like Mike
And no games that go all night
There's no more life
I pick up a rock and take a jump shot
That I once got from that one spot
And I remember how it felt being young
As I count
3
2
1
I guess one day we all gotta end the game
I never would of made the NBA anyway
But I'll never let my memory fade
And when ever I play
I re-member the days
Just walking through the street
With nothing on our feet
Just snotty little kids playing 5-on-5
Sitting in the dark
With the bums in the park
And the bottle on the bench on a Friday night
Chilling by myself
Just me and no one else
Looking at the world from the three-point line
From 3 feet tall
All the way to 24
This basketball court it knows my life