歌曲 | Tesla's Hotel Room |
歌手 | The Handsome Family |
专辑 | Last Days of Wonder |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Sparks, Sparks | |
In the last days of wonder | |
When spirits still flew | |
Where we sat holding hands | |
In half-darkened rooms | |
Nicola Tesla in the Hotel New Yorker | |
Nursing sick pigeons by the open window | |
Dreamed of a death ray to disintegrate matter | |
Detected Morse Code from far away planets | |
He couldn't stand the touch of hair or of skin | |
But stroked feathers gently on trembling wings | |
Drew plans for a camera to photograph thoughts | |
Vacuum tube lights, wireless phones | |
In the last days of wonder | |
When spirits still flew | |
Round bubbling test tubes | |
In half-darkened rooms | |
Edison and Westinghouse | |
In silk brocade | |
Ate oysters rockefeller | |
With French champagne | |
But Tesla grew thin | |
Eating only saltines | |
Going days in his lab | |
Without any sleep | |
Dreaming of God | |
As an x-ray beam | |
He was hit by a cab | |
While crossing the street | |
Lying on his bedspread | |
He struggled to breathe | |
The light bulbs exploded | |
The air filled with wings | |
In the last days of wonder | |
When spirits still flew | |
Tesla vacated | |
His half-darkened room |
zuo ci : Sparks, Sparks | |
In the last days of wonder | |
When spirits still flew | |
Where we sat holding hands | |
In halfdarkened rooms | |
Nicola Tesla in the Hotel New Yorker | |
Nursing sick pigeons by the open window | |
Dreamed of a death ray to disintegrate matter | |
Detected Morse Code from far away planets | |
He couldn' t stand the touch of hair or of skin | |
But stroked feathers gently on trembling wings | |
Drew plans for a camera to photograph thoughts | |
Vacuum tube lights, wireless phones | |
In the last days of wonder | |
When spirits still flew | |
Round bubbling test tubes | |
In halfdarkened rooms | |
Edison and Westinghouse | |
In silk brocade | |
Ate oysters rockefeller | |
With French champagne | |
But Tesla grew thin | |
Eating only saltines | |
Going days in his lab | |
Without any sleep | |
Dreaming of God | |
As an xray beam | |
He was hit by a cab | |
While crossing the street | |
Lying on his bedspread | |
He struggled to breathe | |
The light bulbs exploded | |
The air filled with wings | |
In the last days of wonder | |
When spirits still flew | |
Tesla vacated | |
His halfdarkened room |
zuò cí : Sparks, Sparks | |
In the last days of wonder | |
When spirits still flew | |
Where we sat holding hands | |
In halfdarkened rooms | |
Nicola Tesla in the Hotel New Yorker | |
Nursing sick pigeons by the open window | |
Dreamed of a death ray to disintegrate matter | |
Detected Morse Code from far away planets | |
He couldn' t stand the touch of hair or of skin | |
But stroked feathers gently on trembling wings | |
Drew plans for a camera to photograph thoughts | |
Vacuum tube lights, wireless phones | |
In the last days of wonder | |
When spirits still flew | |
Round bubbling test tubes | |
In halfdarkened rooms | |
Edison and Westinghouse | |
In silk brocade | |
Ate oysters rockefeller | |
With French champagne | |
But Tesla grew thin | |
Eating only saltines | |
Going days in his lab | |
Without any sleep | |
Dreaming of God | |
As an xray beam | |
He was hit by a cab | |
While crossing the street | |
Lying on his bedspread | |
He struggled to breathe | |
The light bulbs exploded | |
The air filled with wings | |
In the last days of wonder | |
When spirits still flew | |
Tesla vacated | |
His halfdarkened room |