歌曲 | In the Kingdom #19 |
歌手 | Sonic Youth |
专辑 | EVOL |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Sonic Youth | |
They were | |
Aaaah | |
He did what he had to do | |
He asked no questions | |
He had few conversations | |
The tar glistens in the noon heat | |
He tread across the grass, up onto, and down off of, the concrete abutments | |
Mirage on the highway | |
Ghosts in the tunnel | |
The dark cave | |
Out into the blinding light of day at breakneck speed | |
Every bolt rumbling | |
Glistening highway mirage groans | |
The slick surface | |
Careening into first the small mammal, and then screeching along the guard | |
Rail, scraping paint and throwing sparks like sheets of pure terror for | |
400 yards | |
Over and over | |
With one final back and forth rocking motion coming to rest | |
Wheeehah | |
The beautiful paintjob hopelessly marred | |
Smoke and flames | |
Allright | |
So nice | |
He moved to the small creature | |
Screeching whistles of steam blowing off | |
On it's back, wheels spinning like a cinema classic | |
The door sags open and a man covered in blood drops the three feet or so to | |
The pavement | |
The car still rattling and shaking as if with a mind of it's own, unwilling | |
To die | |
The man, 40ish, also after a time, an agonisingly painful period of time | |
Is also unwilling to die | |
Suddenly all is quite quiet there in the sunlight on the highway | |
But what? what can I do? | |
I cannot move, everything is about broken | |
Blood everywhere, mixing with oil and gas | |
What's moving, must turn my head | |
Pain, white light, blinded | |
Some guy there kneeling in the blinded mirage of white light | |
All my strength to 'heeeeeelp' | |
Screaming now help me please | |
He tried to tamp out the bit of burning ember which had lept from the wreck | |
Onto his grimy coatsleeve | |
Coughing blood | |
What's happen? | |
He's he's inching towards truth | |
He strode of into the woods with the animal | |
It still lived | |
He didn't glance back at all | |
Still out ghosting the road | |
Death on the highway | |
Words crumble around me and fall with the weight of heaven | |
I cannot move | |
I'm beneath the great weight | |
I cannot see | |
My eyes are blinded | |
I am in the darkness | |
That's it | |
{very low in the mix} | |
In panic I forget it | |
In despair I need it | |
In my mind I save it | |
In death I have it | |
{then a bit louder} | |
In panic I forget it | |
In despair I need it | |
I shouldn't laugh | |
Hah hah hah | |
Yeah really | |
Oh | |
In panic I forget it | |
In despair I need it | |
In my mind I save it | |
In death I have it | |
[Thurston?] | |
Never gave a damn about the meterman | |
I was the man who had to read the meters, man |
zuo ci : Sonic Youth | |
They were | |
Aaaah | |
He did what he had to do | |
He asked no questions | |
He had few conversations | |
The tar glistens in the noon heat | |
He tread across the grass, up onto, and down off of, the concrete abutments | |
Mirage on the highway | |
Ghosts in the tunnel | |
The dark cave | |
Out into the blinding light of day at breakneck speed | |
Every bolt rumbling | |
Glistening highway mirage groans | |
The slick surface | |
Careening into first the small mammal, and then screeching along the guard | |
Rail, scraping paint and throwing sparks like sheets of pure terror for | |
400 yards | |
Over and over | |
With one final back and forth rocking motion coming to rest | |
Wheeehah | |
The beautiful paintjob hopelessly marred | |
Smoke and flames | |
Allright | |
So nice | |
He moved to the small creature | |
Screeching whistles of steam blowing off | |
On it' s back, wheels spinning like a cinema classic | |
The door sags open and a man covered in blood drops the three feet or so to | |
The pavement | |
The car still rattling and shaking as if with a mind of it' s own, unwilling | |
To die | |
The man, 40ish, also after a time, an agonisingly painful period of time | |
Is also unwilling to die | |
Suddenly all is quite quiet there in the sunlight on the highway | |
But what? what can I do? | |
I cannot move, everything is about broken | |
Blood everywhere, mixing with oil and gas | |
What' s moving, must turn my head | |
Pain, white light, blinded | |
Some guy there kneeling in the blinded mirage of white light | |
All my strength to ' heeeeeelp' | |
Screaming now help me please | |
He tried to tamp out the bit of burning ember which had lept from the wreck | |
Onto his grimy coatsleeve | |
Coughing blood | |
What' s happen? | |
He' s he' s inching towards truth | |
He strode of into the woods with the animal | |
It still lived | |
He didn' t glance back at all | |
Still out ghosting the road | |
Death on the highway | |
Words crumble around me and fall with the weight of heaven | |
I cannot move | |
I' m beneath the great weight | |
I cannot see | |
My eyes are blinded | |
I am in the darkness | |
That' s it | |
very low in the mix | |
In panic I forget it | |
In despair I need it | |
In my mind I save it | |
In death I have it | |
then a bit louder | |
In panic I forget it | |
In despair I need it | |
I shouldn' t laugh | |
Hah hah hah | |
Yeah really | |
Oh | |
In panic I forget it | |
In despair I need it | |
In my mind I save it | |
In death I have it | |
Thurston? | |
Never gave a damn about the meterman | |
I was the man who had to read the meters, man |
zuò cí : Sonic Youth | |
They were | |
Aaaah | |
He did what he had to do | |
He asked no questions | |
He had few conversations | |
The tar glistens in the noon heat | |
He tread across the grass, up onto, and down off of, the concrete abutments | |
Mirage on the highway | |
Ghosts in the tunnel | |
The dark cave | |
Out into the blinding light of day at breakneck speed | |
Every bolt rumbling | |
Glistening highway mirage groans | |
The slick surface | |
Careening into first the small mammal, and then screeching along the guard | |
Rail, scraping paint and throwing sparks like sheets of pure terror for | |
400 yards | |
Over and over | |
With one final back and forth rocking motion coming to rest | |
Wheeehah | |
The beautiful paintjob hopelessly marred | |
Smoke and flames | |
Allright | |
So nice | |
He moved to the small creature | |
Screeching whistles of steam blowing off | |
On it' s back, wheels spinning like a cinema classic | |
The door sags open and a man covered in blood drops the three feet or so to | |
The pavement | |
The car still rattling and shaking as if with a mind of it' s own, unwilling | |
To die | |
The man, 40ish, also after a time, an agonisingly painful period of time | |
Is also unwilling to die | |
Suddenly all is quite quiet there in the sunlight on the highway | |
But what? what can I do? | |
I cannot move, everything is about broken | |
Blood everywhere, mixing with oil and gas | |
What' s moving, must turn my head | |
Pain, white light, blinded | |
Some guy there kneeling in the blinded mirage of white light | |
All my strength to ' heeeeeelp' | |
Screaming now help me please | |
He tried to tamp out the bit of burning ember which had lept from the wreck | |
Onto his grimy coatsleeve | |
Coughing blood | |
What' s happen? | |
He' s he' s inching towards truth | |
He strode of into the woods with the animal | |
It still lived | |
He didn' t glance back at all | |
Still out ghosting the road | |
Death on the highway | |
Words crumble around me and fall with the weight of heaven | |
I cannot move | |
I' m beneath the great weight | |
I cannot see | |
My eyes are blinded | |
I am in the darkness | |
That' s it | |
very low in the mix | |
In panic I forget it | |
In despair I need it | |
In my mind I save it | |
In death I have it | |
then a bit louder | |
In panic I forget it | |
In despair I need it | |
I shouldn' t laugh | |
Hah hah hah | |
Yeah really | |
Oh | |
In panic I forget it | |
In despair I need it | |
In my mind I save it | |
In death I have it | |
Thurston? | |
Never gave a damn about the meterman | |
I was the man who had to read the meters, man |