Inflammatory Writ 歌词
| 歌曲 | Inflammatory Writ |
| 歌手 | Joanna Newsom |
| 专辑 | The Milk-Eyed Mender |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:01.58] | Inflammatory Writ |
| [00:03.24] | Joanna Newsom |
| [00:03.87] | |
| [00:04.52] | 她挺招人爱 不是么 |
| [00:05.53] | Oh, where is your inflammatory writ |
| [00:14.10] | Your text that would incite a light, \"Be lit\" |
| [00:22.69] | Our music deserving devotion unswerving |
| [00:27.21] | Cry \"Do I deserve her?\" with unflagging fervor |
| [00:31.14] | Well, no you do not, if you cannot get over it |
| [00:39.65] | But what\'s it mean when suddenly we\'re spent, tell me true |
| [00:48.34] | Ambition came and reared its head, and went far from you |
| [00:56.26] | Even mollusks have weddings, though solemn and leaden |
| [01:01.33] | But you dirge for the dead, take no jam on your bread |
| [01:05.64] | Just a supper of salt and a waltz through your empty bed |
| [01:14.35] | And all at once it came to me |
| [01:18.35] | And I wrote and hunched \'till four-thirty |
| [01:22.49] | But that vestal light |
| [01:27.67] | It burns out with the night |
| [01:31.39] | In spite of all the time that we spent on it |
| [01:35.54] | One bedraggled ghost of a sonnet |
| [01:39.93] | While outside, the wild boars root |
| [01:44.85] | Without bending a bough underfoot |
| [01:48.36] | Oh it breaks my heart |
| [01:50.60] | I don\'t know how they do it |
| [01:53.49] | So don\'t ask me |
| [01:55.17] | And as for my inflammatory writ |
| [02:03.43] | Well, I wrote it an I was not inflamed one bit |
| [02:12.40] | Advice from the master derailed that disaster |
| [02:16.47] | He said \"Hand that pen over to me, poetaster!\" |
| [02:20.99] | While across the great plains, keening lovely and awful |
| [02:25.33] | Ululate the last Great American Novels |
| [02:30.05] | An unlawful lot, left to stutter and freeze, floodlit |
| [02:37.77] | But at least they didn\'t run, to their undying credit |
| [00:01.58] | Inflammatory Writ |
| [00:03.24] | Joanna Newsom |
| [00:03.87] | |
| [00:04.52] | ta ting zhao ren ai bu shi me |
| [00:05.53] | Oh, where is your inflammatory writ |
| [00:14.10] | Your text that would incite a light, " Be lit" |
| [00:22.69] | Our music deserving devotion unswerving |
| [00:27.21] | Cry " Do I deserve her?" with unflagging fervor |
| [00:31.14] | Well, no you do not, if you cannot get over it |
| [00:39.65] | But what' s it mean when suddenly we' re spent, tell me true |
| [00:48.34] | Ambition came and reared its head, and went far from you |
| [00:56.26] | Even mollusks have weddings, though solemn and leaden |
| [01:01.33] | But you dirge for the dead, take no jam on your bread |
| [01:05.64] | Just a supper of salt and a waltz through your empty bed |
| [01:14.35] | And all at once it came to me |
| [01:18.35] | And I wrote and hunched ' till fourthirty |
| [01:22.49] | But that vestal light |
| [01:27.67] | It burns out with the night |
| [01:31.39] | In spite of all the time that we spent on it |
| [01:35.54] | One bedraggled ghost of a sonnet |
| [01:39.93] | While outside, the wild boars root |
| [01:44.85] | Without bending a bough underfoot |
| [01:48.36] | Oh it breaks my heart |
| [01:50.60] | I don' t know how they do it |
| [01:53.49] | So don' t ask me |
| [01:55.17] | And as for my inflammatory writ |
| [02:03.43] | Well, I wrote it an I was not inflamed one bit |
| [02:12.40] | Advice from the master derailed that disaster |
| [02:16.47] | He said " Hand that pen over to me, poetaster!" |
| [02:20.99] | While across the great plains, keening lovely and awful |
| [02:25.33] | Ululate the last Great American Novels |
| [02:30.05] | An unlawful lot, left to stutter and freeze, floodlit |
| [02:37.77] | But at least they didn' t run, to their undying credit |
| [00:01.58] | Inflammatory Writ |
| [00:03.24] | Joanna Newsom |
| [00:03.87] | |
| [00:04.52] | tā tǐng zhāo rén ài bú shì me |
| [00:05.53] | Oh, where is your inflammatory writ |
| [00:14.10] | Your text that would incite a light, " Be lit" |
| [00:22.69] | Our music deserving devotion unswerving |
| [00:27.21] | Cry " Do I deserve her?" with unflagging fervor |
| [00:31.14] | Well, no you do not, if you cannot get over it |
| [00:39.65] | But what' s it mean when suddenly we' re spent, tell me true |
| [00:48.34] | Ambition came and reared its head, and went far from you |
| [00:56.26] | Even mollusks have weddings, though solemn and leaden |
| [01:01.33] | But you dirge for the dead, take no jam on your bread |
| [01:05.64] | Just a supper of salt and a waltz through your empty bed |
| [01:14.35] | And all at once it came to me |
| [01:18.35] | And I wrote and hunched ' till fourthirty |
| [01:22.49] | But that vestal light |
| [01:27.67] | It burns out with the night |
| [01:31.39] | In spite of all the time that we spent on it |
| [01:35.54] | One bedraggled ghost of a sonnet |
| [01:39.93] | While outside, the wild boars root |
| [01:44.85] | Without bending a bough underfoot |
| [01:48.36] | Oh it breaks my heart |
| [01:50.60] | I don' t know how they do it |
| [01:53.49] | So don' t ask me |
| [01:55.17] | And as for my inflammatory writ |
| [02:03.43] | Well, I wrote it an I was not inflamed one bit |
| [02:12.40] | Advice from the master derailed that disaster |
| [02:16.47] | He said " Hand that pen over to me, poetaster!" |
| [02:20.99] | While across the great plains, keening lovely and awful |
| [02:25.33] | Ululate the last Great American Novels |
| [02:30.05] | An unlawful lot, left to stutter and freeze, floodlit |
| [02:37.77] | But at least they didn' t run, to their undying credit |
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