| 歌曲 | Be Safe |
| 歌手 | The Cribs |
| 专辑 | Live At The Brudenell Social Club |
| 作曲 : Cribs, Jarman, Jarman, Jarman ... | |
| One of those fucking awful black days when nothing is pleasing | |
| And everything that happens is an excuse for anger | |
| An outlet for emotions stockpiled | |
| An arsenal , an armor | |
| These are the days when I hate the world | |
| Hate the rich,hate the happy, hate the complacent | |
| The tv watchers, beer drinkers, the satisfied ones | |
| Because I know I can be all those little hateful things | |
| And then I hate myself for realizing that | |
| There is no preventative, directive, or safe approach for living | |
| We each know our own faith | |
| We know from our youth how to be treated | |
| And how we'll be received and how we shall end | |
| These things don't change | |
| You can change your clothes, change your hairstyle | |
| Your friends, cities, continents | |
| But sooner or later your old self will always catch up | |
| Always it waits in the wings | |
| (my need is slow but don't stick | |
| like //// //// //// //// | |
| like the rain on the windshield) | |
| One of those rainy day car rides | |
| My head imploded | |
| The atmosphere in this car a mirror of my skull | |
| Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold | |
| Walls of gray | |
| Nothing good on the radio | |
| Not a thought in my head | |
| I know a place we can go where you'll fall in love so hard that you'll wish you were dead | |
| Let's take life and slow it down incredibly slow (I know a place we can go) | |
| Frame by frame (when you'll fall in ) | |
| Like two minutes that take ten years to live out (love so hard that) | |
| Yeah, let's do that (you'll wish you were dead) | |
| Telephone poles like praying mantis against the sky | |
| Metal arms outstretched | |
| So much land traveled, so little sense made of it | |
| It doesn't mean a thing all this land laying out behind us | |
| I'd like to take off into these woods and get good and lost for a while | |
| I'm disgusted with petty concerns - parking tickets, breakfast specials | |
| Does someone just have to carry this weight? | |
| Abstract topography | |
| Methane covenant | |
| Linear gospel | |
| Ashville saleslady | |
| Stagian emmisary | |
| Torturous lice | |
| Mad Elizabeth | |
| (keep a better peoples) | |
| The light within me shines like a diamond mine | |
| Like an unarmed walrus | |
| Like a dead man face down on the highway | |
| Like a snake eating its own tail | |
| A steam turbine | |
| Frog pond | |
| Too-full closet burst open in disarray | |
| Soap bubbles in the sun | |
| Hospital deathbed | |
| Red convertible | |
| Shopping list | |
| Blow job | |
| Death's head | |
| Devils dancing | |
| Bleached white buildings | |
| Memory movements | |
| The movie unpeeling, unreeling, about to begin | |
| I've seen your hallway | |
| You're a dark hallway | |
| I hear your stairs creak | |
| I can fix my mind on your yes and your no | |
| I'll feel your face today in the sparkling canal | |
| All red, yellow, blue-green brilliance and silver Dutch reflection | |
| Racing thoughts | |
| Racing thoughts all too real | |
| You're moving so fast now I can't hold your image | |
| This image I have of your face by the window | |
| Me standing beside you | |
| Arm on your shoulder | |
| A catalog of images, flashing glimpses | |
| Then dawn again | |
| Untethered to this post you've sunk in me | |
| Every clear afternoon now I'll think of you up in the air | |
| Twisting your heel and your knees up around me | |
| My face in your hair | |
| You scream so well | |
| Your smile so loud | |
| Still rings in my ears | |
| I know a place we can go when you'll fall in love so hard that you'll wish you were dead | |
| Inhibition | |
| Distant tied-up longing | |
| Clean my teeth | |
| Stay the course | |
| Hold the wheel | |
| Steer on to freedom | |
| Open all the boxes | |
| Open all the boxes | |
| Open all the boxes | |
| Open all the boxes | |
| Times Square mid-day | |
| Newspaper buildings | |
| News headlines going around | |
| We watch as they go and hope for some good ones | |
| Those tree shadows from the park | |
| That you're all whispering | |
| //// //// meanings around six pm | |
| Shadows across the cobblestones | |
| Girl in front of bathroom mirror | |
| She's slow and careful | |
| Paints her face green, mask-like | |
| Like Matisse | |
| Portrait with Green Stripe | |
| Long shot through apartment window | |
| A monologue on top but no girl in shot | |
| The light within me shines like a diamond mine | |
| Like an unarmed walrus | |
| Like a dead man face down on the highway | |
| Like a snake eating its own tail | |
| A steam turbine | |
| Frog pond | |
| Too-full closet burst open in disarray | |
| Soap bubbles in the sun | |
| Hospital deathbed | |
| Red convertible | |
| Shopping list | |
| Blow job | |
| Death's head | |
| Devils dancing | |
| Bleached white buildings | |
| Memory movements | |
| The movie unreeling, about to begin |
| zuò qǔ : Cribs, Jarman, Jarman, Jarman ... | |
| One of those fucking awful black days when nothing is pleasing | |
| And everything that happens is an excuse for anger | |
| An outlet for emotions stockpiled | |
| An arsenal , an armor | |
| These are the days when I hate the world | |
| Hate the rich, hate the happy, hate the complacent | |
| The tv watchers, beer drinkers, the satisfied ones | |
| Because I know I can be all those little hateful things | |
| And then I hate myself for realizing that | |
| There is no preventative, directive, or safe approach for living | |
| We each know our own faith | |
| We know from our youth how to be treated | |
| And how we' ll be received and how we shall end | |
| These things don' t change | |
| You can change your clothes, change your hairstyle | |
| Your friends, cities, continents | |
| But sooner or later your old self will always catch up | |
| Always it waits in the wings | |
| my need is slow but don' t stick | |
| like | |
| like the rain on the windshield | |
| One of those rainy day car rides | |
| My head imploded | |
| The atmosphere in this car a mirror of my skull | |
| Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold | |
| Walls of gray | |
| Nothing good on the radio | |
| Not a thought in my head | |
| I know a place we can go where you' ll fall in love so hard that you' ll wish you were dead | |
| Let' s take life and slow it down incredibly slow I know a place we can go | |
| Frame by frame when you' ll fall in | |
| Like two minutes that take ten years to live out love so hard that | |
| Yeah, let' s do that you' ll wish you were dead | |
| Telephone poles like praying mantis against the sky | |
| Metal arms outstretched | |
| So much land traveled, so little sense made of it | |
| It doesn' t mean a thing all this land laying out behind us | |
| I' d like to take off into these woods and get good and lost for a while | |
| I' m disgusted with petty concerns parking tickets, breakfast specials | |
| Does someone just have to carry this weight? | |
| Abstract topography | |
| Methane covenant | |
| Linear gospel | |
| Ashville saleslady | |
| Stagian emmisary | |
| Torturous lice | |
| Mad Elizabeth | |
| keep a better peoples | |
| The light within me shines like a diamond mine | |
| Like an unarmed walrus | |
| Like a dead man face down on the highway | |
| Like a snake eating its own tail | |
| A steam turbine | |
| Frog pond | |
| Toofull closet burst open in disarray | |
| Soap bubbles in the sun | |
| Hospital deathbed | |
| Red convertible | |
| Shopping list | |
| Blow job | |
| Death' s head | |
| Devils dancing | |
| Bleached white buildings | |
| Memory movements | |
| The movie unpeeling, unreeling, about to begin | |
| I' ve seen your hallway | |
| You' re a dark hallway | |
| I hear your stairs creak | |
| I can fix my mind on your yes and your no | |
| I' ll feel your face today in the sparkling canal | |
| All red, yellow, bluegreen brilliance and silver Dutch reflection | |
| Racing thoughts | |
| Racing thoughts all too real | |
| You' re moving so fast now I can' t hold your image | |
| This image I have of your face by the window | |
| Me standing beside you | |
| Arm on your shoulder | |
| A catalog of images, flashing glimpses | |
| Then dawn again | |
| Untethered to this post you' ve sunk in me | |
| Every clear afternoon now I' ll think of you up in the air | |
| Twisting your heel and your knees up around me | |
| My face in your hair | |
| You scream so well | |
| Your smile so loud | |
| Still rings in my ears | |
| I know a place we can go when you' ll fall in love so hard that you' ll wish you were dead | |
| Inhibition | |
| Distant tiedup longing | |
| Clean my teeth | |
| Stay the course | |
| Hold the wheel | |
| Steer on to freedom | |
| Open all the boxes | |
| Open all the boxes | |
| Open all the boxes | |
| Open all the boxes | |
| Times Square midday | |
| Newspaper buildings | |
| News headlines going around | |
| We watch as they go and hope for some good ones | |
| Those tree shadows from the park | |
| That you' re all whispering | |
| meanings around six pm | |
| Shadows across the cobblestones | |
| Girl in front of bathroom mirror | |
| She' s slow and careful | |
| Paints her face green, masklike | |
| Like Matisse | |
| Portrait with Green Stripe | |
| Long shot through apartment window | |
| A monologue on top but no girl in shot | |
| The light within me shines like a diamond mine | |
| Like an unarmed walrus | |
| Like a dead man face down on the highway | |
| Like a snake eating its own tail | |
| A steam turbine | |
| Frog pond | |
| Toofull closet burst open in disarray | |
| Soap bubbles in the sun | |
| Hospital deathbed | |
| Red convertible | |
| Shopping list | |
| Blow job | |
| Death' s head | |
| Devils dancing | |
| Bleached white buildings | |
| Memory movements | |
| The movie unreeling, about to begin |