Memory Machine

歌曲 Memory Machine
歌手 The Dismemberment Plan
专辑 Emergency & I

歌词

作曲 : Dismemberment Plan
Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple
Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple
There are times
I think eternal life ain’t such a bad gig
Smoke all you want and see the planets
If and only if they find a way to cure the longing
The distant panic
Someday, I’m telling you
They’ll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief
Someday, I’m telling you
They’ll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief
There are folks that say to have a soul you’ve got to suffer
Well lately
I’ve had my
RDA of that
And call it fascist but
I know that someday happy
Will be all that matters
Someday, I’m telling you
They’ll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief
Someday, I’m telling you
They’ll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief
Poetry, Aldous
Huxley—yeah, yeah, yeah, it’ll be a relief
If they can make machines to save us labor
Someday they’ll do our hearts the very same favor
The wails of ruined lives brought to a halt
By the serene hum of computers in air-conditioned vaults
Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple
Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple

拼音

zuò qǔ : Dismemberment Plan
Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple
Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple
There are times
I think eternal life ain' t such a bad gig
Smoke all you want and see the planets
If and only if they find a way to cure the longing
The distant panic
Someday, I' m telling you
They' ll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief
Someday, I' m telling you
They' ll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief
There are folks that say to have a soul you' ve got to suffer
Well lately
I' ve had my
RDA of that
And call it fascist but
I know that someday happy
Will be all that matters
Someday, I' m telling you
They' ll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief
Someday, I' m telling you
They' ll make a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
To wash away the grief
Poetry, Aldous
Huxley yeah, yeah, yeah, it' ll be a relief
If they can make machines to save us labor
Someday they' ll do our hearts the very same favor
The wails of ruined lives brought to a halt
By the serene hum of computers in airconditioned vaults
Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple
Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple