歌曲 | Blah Blah |
歌手 | Kate Miller-Heidke |
专辑 | Telegram |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
It always happens in coffee shops | |
And I'm always hungover when someone wants to talk | |
And don't get me wrong, I like talking when it's a healthy back-and-forth exchange | |
But some people always wanna lecture me and try to make me change | |
He says 'You are a mystery, aren't you' | |
And considering he hasn't shut up long enough for me to string two words together | |
Yes that's me, Miss Mystery | |
And he's quiet for a time | |
And I think that might be a good sign | |
Til there's a glint in his eye and I realise he's just making more sentences in his mind | |
And here it comes, and there's nothing I can do | |
I take a sip, I take a breath | |
He licks his lips and he's opening his mouth, and it's: | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
blah blah dog diggity blah | |
Like a steamtrain | |
Like an onslaught | |
Like a machine gun loaded with your opinions but it's incoherent ammunition and your words aren't very wounding weapons when they're inflicted on me | |
And I know you mean well | |
With your deep wells of advice | |
And your buckets of swelled self-righteousness | |
Hell, you're just trying to be nice | |
And you're nice, but you state your views like they are facts of life | |
And I hate that, and I tell you | |
And I brace myself for the reply, it's gonna be: | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
blah blah dog diggity blah | |
He says, 'You never were much of a talker' | |
Well this isn't talking | |
This is being cornered | |
I'm being cornered by you | |
And I can't get away | |
From this table for two | |
in the corner of this bright corner caf� | |
And didn't we have this same conversation last week? | |
It's not that I don't like you - I just wish you wouldn't speak: | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
blah blah dog diggity blah | |
I see he's made a list | |
Of pressing topics of discussion | |
Competing with the clanking coffee cup percussion | |
And I guess we'll start with number one | |
On the first A4 page | |
Past the setting of the sun | |
And the pouring of the lattes | |
And here it comes, it's coming and there's nothing anyone can do | |
I take a sip | |
I grip the chair | |
He opens his big, wet slippery mouth: | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
blah blah dog diggity blah |
It always happens in coffee shops | |
And I' m always hungover when someone wants to talk | |
And don' t get me wrong, I like talking when it' s a healthy backandforth exchange | |
But some people always wanna lecture me and try to make me change | |
He says ' You are a mystery, aren' t you' | |
And considering he hasn' t shut up long enough for me to string two words together | |
Yes that' s me, Miss Mystery | |
And he' s quiet for a time | |
And I think that might be a good sign | |
Til there' s a glint in his eye and I realise he' s just making more sentences in his mind | |
And here it comes, and there' s nothing I can do | |
I take a sip, I take a breath | |
He licks his lips and he' s opening his mouth, and it' s: | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
blah blah dog diggity blah | |
Like a steamtrain | |
Like an onslaught | |
Like a machine gun loaded with your opinions but it' s incoherent ammunition and your words aren' t very wounding weapons when they' re inflicted on me | |
And I know you mean well | |
With your deep wells of advice | |
And your buckets of swelled selfrighteousness | |
Hell, you' re just trying to be nice | |
And you' re nice, but you state your views like they are facts of life | |
And I hate that, and I tell you | |
And I brace myself for the reply, it' s gonna be: | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
blah blah dog diggity blah | |
He says, ' You never were much of a talker' | |
Well this isn' t talking | |
This is being cornered | |
I' m being cornered by you | |
And I can' t get away | |
From this table for two | |
in the corner of this bright corner caf | |
And didn' t we have this same conversation last week? | |
It' s not that I don' t like you I just wish you wouldn' t speak: | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
blah blah dog diggity blah | |
I see he' s made a list | |
Of pressing topics of discussion | |
Competing with the clanking coffee cup percussion | |
And I guess we' ll start with number one | |
On the first A4 page | |
Past the setting of the sun | |
And the pouring of the lattes | |
And here it comes, it' s coming and there' s nothing anyone can do | |
I take a sip | |
I grip the chair | |
He opens his big, wet slippery mouth: | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
blah blah dog diggity blah |
It always happens in coffee shops | |
And I' m always hungover when someone wants to talk | |
And don' t get me wrong, I like talking when it' s a healthy backandforth exchange | |
But some people always wanna lecture me and try to make me change | |
He says ' You are a mystery, aren' t you' | |
And considering he hasn' t shut up long enough for me to string two words together | |
Yes that' s me, Miss Mystery | |
And he' s quiet for a time | |
And I think that might be a good sign | |
Til there' s a glint in his eye and I realise he' s just making more sentences in his mind | |
And here it comes, and there' s nothing I can do | |
I take a sip, I take a breath | |
He licks his lips and he' s opening his mouth, and it' s: | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
blah blah dog diggity blah | |
Like a steamtrain | |
Like an onslaught | |
Like a machine gun loaded with your opinions but it' s incoherent ammunition and your words aren' t very wounding weapons when they' re inflicted on me | |
And I know you mean well | |
With your deep wells of advice | |
And your buckets of swelled selfrighteousness | |
Hell, you' re just trying to be nice | |
And you' re nice, but you state your views like they are facts of life | |
And I hate that, and I tell you | |
And I brace myself for the reply, it' s gonna be: | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
blah blah dog diggity blah | |
He says, ' You never were much of a talker' | |
Well this isn' t talking | |
This is being cornered | |
I' m being cornered by you | |
And I can' t get away | |
From this table for two | |
in the corner of this bright corner caf | |
And didn' t we have this same conversation last week? | |
It' s not that I don' t like you I just wish you wouldn' t speak: | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
blah blah dog diggity blah | |
I see he' s made a list | |
Of pressing topics of discussion | |
Competing with the clanking coffee cup percussion | |
And I guess we' ll start with number one | |
On the first A4 page | |
Past the setting of the sun | |
And the pouring of the lattes | |
And here it comes, it' s coming and there' s nothing anyone can do | |
I take a sip | |
I grip the chair | |
He opens his big, wet slippery mouth: | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah | |
blah blah dog diggity blah |