"Town With No Cheer" adalah lagu yang dinyanyikan oleh Scarlett Johansson dan menggambarkan kesedihan sebuah kota yang ditinggalkan. Dengan syair yang menggambarkan panas yang menyengat, wajah-wajah muram, dan kurangnya hiburan, lagu ini menyoroti penderitaan para penduduk saat kota mereka kehilangan semangat dan ditinggalkan oleh kehidupan. "Town With No Cheer" adalah sebuah lagu yang mengharukan yang mengeksplorasi dampak dari keputusan yang tergesa-gesa dan hilangnya layanan penting pada komunitas yang rentan.
Town With No Cheer Lyrics
Scarlett Johansson
Well it's hotter 'n blazes
And all the long faces
There'll be no oasis
For a dry local grazier
There'll be no refreshment
For a thirsty jackaroo
From Melbourne to Adelaide
On the overlander
With newfangled buffet cars
And faster locomotives
The train stopped
In serviceton
Less and less often
There's nothing sadder
Than a town with no cheer
Voc rail decided the canteen
Was no longer necessary there
No spirits
No bilgewater
And 80 dry locals
And the high noon sun
Beats a hundred and four
There's a hummingbird
Trapped in a closed
Down shoe store
This tiny victorian rhubarb
Kept the watering hole open
For sixty five years
Now it's boilin'
In a miserable march 21 st
Wrapped the hills in a blanket
Of patterson's curse
The train smokes
Down the xylophone
There'll be no stopping here
All ya can be is thirsty
n a town with no cheer
No bourbon, no branchwater
Though the townspeople here
Fought her vic rail
Decree tooth and nail
Now it's boilin'
In a miserable march 21 st
Wrapped the hills
In a blanket of patterson's curse
The train smokes
Down the xylophone
There'll be no stopping here
All ya can be is thirsty
In a town with no cheer
And all the long faces
There'll be no oasis
For a dry local grazier
There'll be no refreshment
For a thirsty jackaroo
From Melbourne to Adelaide
On the overlander
With newfangled buffet cars
And faster locomotives
The train stopped
In serviceton
Less and less often
There's nothing sadder
Than a town with no cheer
Voc rail decided the canteen
Was no longer necessary there
No spirits
No bilgewater
And 80 dry locals
And the high noon sun
Beats a hundred and four
There's a hummingbird
Trapped in a closed
Down shoe store
This tiny victorian rhubarb
Kept the watering hole open
For sixty five years
Now it's boilin'
In a miserable march 21 st
Wrapped the hills in a blanket
Of patterson's curse
The train smokes
Down the xylophone
There'll be no stopping here
All ya can be is thirsty
n a town with no cheer
No bourbon, no branchwater
Though the townspeople here
Fought her vic rail
Decree tooth and nail
Now it's boilin'
In a miserable march 21 st
Wrapped the hills
In a blanket of patterson's curse
The train smokes
Down the xylophone
There'll be no stopping here
All ya can be is thirsty
In a town with no cheer
