歌曲 | The Dicing |
歌手 | Antennas to Heaven |
专辑 | The Line Between Myth and Reality Has Always Been in Finland |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Hodgson, Smith |
[00:03.71] | He's seen it.In the mirror.In windows.The eyes of his colleagues.His so called friends. |
[00:08.05] | He's seen it sprouting.Growing.Where the hair once was.Where the hair was now gone. |
[00:13.36] | His head.His skull.Growing.Pushing.Sprouting.And it got worse. |
[00:19.48] | Morning after morning.First a centimetre.Then an inch.Upwards.Always upwards. |
[00:24.80] | To the sky.The stars.The sun.His bathroom ceiling.But when he touched it, there was nothing.Only bone.Only skin.Only his head. |
[00:34.93] | His head and mind growing further away.Deeper.He could have put it in a bag.His head.He could have ended it all. |
[00:50.48] | But there were holes.Always holes.So he was left with the hats.Oh yeah, there were hats. Hats to keep the water off and the heat in. |
[01:09.57] | Trendy hats.Stylish hats.Hats they wouldn't notice.Hats to stop the stares.Hats to push his eyes to the ground. |
[01:15.93] | To push his away from theirs. But they didn't last.It grew beyond that.And he couldn't hide it anymore.They would all see it. |
[01:22.70] | What he was becoming.What he was now.He thought of the layers of his skull.The bulb at the centre. |
[01:28.78] | He thought of the doctors smile.The card from the office. |
[01:32.04] | He thought of it all, all that would scare him.The smell when they were doing it. |
[01:36.42] | The tears of the surgeon.The imaginary clean metal.The roasting in the sun.The dicing. |
[01:42.86] | All that was left was all that bothered him. |
[01:44.97] | The fact that it would grow forever.Until he was gone and it would be all that was left. |
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[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Hodgson, Smith |
[00:03.71] | He' s seen it. In the mirror. In windows. The eyes of his colleagues. His so called friends. |
[00:08.05] | He' s seen it sprouting. Growing. Where the hair once was. Where the hair was now gone. |
[00:13.36] | His head. His skull. Growing. Pushing. Sprouting. And it got worse. |
[00:19.48] | Morning after morning. First a centimetre. Then an inch. Upwards. Always upwards. |
[00:24.80] | To the sky. The stars. The sun. His bathroom ceiling. But when he touched it, there was nothing. Only bone. Only skin. Only his head. |
[00:34.93] | His head and mind growing further away. Deeper. He could have put it in a bag. His head. He could have ended it all. |
[00:50.48] | But there were holes. Always holes. So he was left with the hats. Oh yeah, there were hats. Hats to keep the water off and the heat in. |
[01:09.57] | Trendy hats. Stylish hats. Hats they wouldn' t notice. Hats to stop the stares. Hats to push his eyes to the ground. |
[01:15.93] | To push his away from theirs. But they didn' t last. It grew beyond that. And he couldn' t hide it anymore. They would all see it. |
[01:22.70] | What he was becoming. What he was now. He thought of the layers of his skull. The bulb at the centre. |
[01:28.78] | He thought of the doctors smile. The card from the office. |
[01:32.04] | He thought of it all, all that would scare him. The smell when they were doing it. |
[01:36.42] | The tears of the surgeon. The imaginary clean metal. The roasting in the sun. The dicing. |
[01:42.86] | All that was left was all that bothered him. |
[01:44.97] | The fact that it would grow forever. Until he was gone and it would be all that was left. |
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[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Hodgson, Smith |
[00:03.71] | He' s seen it. In the mirror. In windows. The eyes of his colleagues. His so called friends. |
[00:08.05] | He' s seen it sprouting. Growing. Where the hair once was. Where the hair was now gone. |
[00:13.36] | His head. His skull. Growing. Pushing. Sprouting. And it got worse. |
[00:19.48] | Morning after morning. First a centimetre. Then an inch. Upwards. Always upwards. |
[00:24.80] | To the sky. The stars. The sun. His bathroom ceiling. But when he touched it, there was nothing. Only bone. Only skin. Only his head. |
[00:34.93] | His head and mind growing further away. Deeper. He could have put it in a bag. His head. He could have ended it all. |
[00:50.48] | But there were holes. Always holes. So he was left with the hats. Oh yeah, there were hats. Hats to keep the water off and the heat in. |
[01:09.57] | Trendy hats. Stylish hats. Hats they wouldn' t notice. Hats to stop the stares. Hats to push his eyes to the ground. |
[01:15.93] | To push his away from theirs. But they didn' t last. It grew beyond that. And he couldn' t hide it anymore. They would all see it. |
[01:22.70] | What he was becoming. What he was now. He thought of the layers of his skull. The bulb at the centre. |
[01:28.78] | He thought of the doctors smile. The card from the office. |
[01:32.04] | He thought of it all, all that would scare him. The smell when they were doing it. |
[01:36.42] | The tears of the surgeon. The imaginary clean metal. The roasting in the sun. The dicing. |
[01:42.86] | All that was left was all that bothered him. |
[01:44.97] | The fact that it would grow forever. Until he was gone and it would be all that was left. |
[00:03.71] | 他在镜子里,窗户上。看见了他同事们的眼睛,那些也被他叫做朋友的人的眼睛。 |
[00:08.05] | 他感觉到什么东西在某个地方萌芽,在生长。在他曾经还长有头发,如今头发已经掉光的地方。 |
[00:13.36] | 在他的头,他的头骨里,生长,伸展,抽芽,然后发展地越来越糟糕。 |
[00:19.48] | 一个早上接着一个早上过去。一开始它只长一厘米,后来是一英寸,向上生长着,永远向上, |
[00:24.80] | 直到穿破天空。摸到星星。靠近太阳。现在它到了浴室的天花板,但当他摸自己的头时,却发现什么都没有。只有骨骼,皮肤,和他的头。 |
[00:34.93] | 他的头,他的思想都已经生长到了遥远的别处,去了更深的地方。他本可以把它们关进一个袋子里,把他的头关进去。他本可以早早结束它们的生长。 |
[00:50.48] | 但袋子有洞,永远都有洞可以让它们逃走。最后,地面上就只留下了他 和他的帽子。哦对,还有帽子呢。帽子可以隔水隔温。 |
[01:09.57] | 不管是时髦的帽子,流行的帽子,还是不引人注意,不会吸引他人目光的帽子,这些帽子的帽檐都逼着他的视线只能投向地面。 |
[01:15.93] | 这些帽子让他脱离群体。但这些帽子不管用,思想总会生长出来钻出他的帽子。他再也藏不起来,所有人都能发现它。 |
[01:22.70] | 他将会变成什么?他现在是什么?他思考着他头骨的层次,想着中心的灯泡。 |
[01:28.78] | 他幻想着医生的微笑,想着摆在办公桌上的医疗卡。 |
[01:32.04] | 他统统都想了一遍,这些全都吓坏了他。他想到医生工作时弥漫出的气味, |
[01:36.42] | 外科医生流出的眼泪,想象中很干净的金属器械。他仿佛在太阳下受着炙烤,他们在他身上切割。 |
[01:42.86] | 这些在他心里挥之不去,久久困扰着他。 |
[01:44.97] | 现实就是它将永远生长下去,直到他去世,而它会永远遗存于世。 |