歌曲 | West Country Girl |
歌手 | Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds |
专辑 | The Boatman's Call |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cave | |
With a crooked smile and a heart-shaped face | |
Comes from the west country where the birds sing bass | |
She's got a house-big heart where we all live | |
And plead and council and forgive | |
Her widow's peak, her lips i've kissed | |
Her glove of bones at her wrist | |
That i have held in my hand | |
Her spanish fly and her monkey gland | |
Her godly body and its fourteen stations | |
That i have embraced, her palpitations | |
Her unborn baby crying, "mummy" | |
Amongst the rubble of her body | |
Her lovely lidded eyes i've sipped | |
Her fingernails, all pink and chipped | |
Her accent which i'm told is "broad" | |
That i have heard and has been poured | |
Into my human heart and filled me | |
With love, up to the brim, and killed me | |
And rebuilt me back anew | |
With something to look forward to | |
Well, who could ask much more than that? | |
A west country girl with a big fat cat | |
That looks into her eyes of green | |
And meows, "he loves you", then meows again |
zuo ci : Cave | |
With a crooked smile and a heartshaped face | |
Comes from the west country where the birds sing bass | |
She' s got a housebig heart where we all live | |
And plead and council and forgive | |
Her widow' s peak, her lips i' ve kissed | |
Her glove of bones at her wrist | |
That i have held in my hand | |
Her spanish fly and her monkey gland | |
Her godly body and its fourteen stations | |
That i have embraced, her palpitations | |
Her unborn baby crying, " mummy" | |
Amongst the rubble of her body | |
Her lovely lidded eyes i' ve sipped | |
Her fingernails, all pink and chipped | |
Her accent which i' m told is " broad" | |
That i have heard and has been poured | |
Into my human heart and filled me | |
With love, up to the brim, and killed me | |
And rebuilt me back anew | |
With something to look forward to | |
Well, who could ask much more than that? | |
A west country girl with a big fat cat | |
That looks into her eyes of green | |
And meows, " he loves you", then meows again |
zuò cí : Cave | |
With a crooked smile and a heartshaped face | |
Comes from the west country where the birds sing bass | |
She' s got a housebig heart where we all live | |
And plead and council and forgive | |
Her widow' s peak, her lips i' ve kissed | |
Her glove of bones at her wrist | |
That i have held in my hand | |
Her spanish fly and her monkey gland | |
Her godly body and its fourteen stations | |
That i have embraced, her palpitations | |
Her unborn baby crying, " mummy" | |
Amongst the rubble of her body | |
Her lovely lidded eyes i' ve sipped | |
Her fingernails, all pink and chipped | |
Her accent which i' m told is " broad" | |
That i have heard and has been poured | |
Into my human heart and filled me | |
With love, up to the brim, and killed me | |
And rebuilt me back anew | |
With something to look forward to | |
Well, who could ask much more than that? | |
A west country girl with a big fat cat | |
That looks into her eyes of green | |
And meows, " he loves you", then meows again |