Basketball Court (2023 Remaster) - Home Brew/Esther Stephens.mp3

[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