歌曲 | The Thing About Them |
歌手 | The Residents |
专辑 | God in Three Persons |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : | |
Now there ws this thing about them that caused me at times to doubt them, | |
or created conflict in my mind. Usually there was a he one, and there | |
also was a she one, but somehow they came out differently. And one of | |
them, when she was she, would smile and burn a hole in me; a hole that was | |
too hard for me to hide. Once I had a dream bout her, in a filed, alone | |
outside a tiny little cottage made of sticks. It was much to small to use | |
it, so she bumped her head and bruised it trying to get through the tiny | |
door. Afterwards, I went to tell her, but it was he I felt who nodded at | |
my words indifferently. And of course when this would happen, there was | |
still a she to tap up on my shoulder fromhe other side. But it wasn't her | |
who looked then, close perhaps, but like some bookend that had come | |
misshapen from its mate. So I told myself there must be some way I can | |
make them just be who I want to be with all the time, 'cause it kept me at | |
a distance, but my sensees kept insisting it was much more interesting | |
inside. |
zuo ci : | |
Now there ws this thing about them that caused me at times to doubt them, | |
or created conflict in my mind. Usually there was a he one, and there | |
also was a she one, but somehow they came out differently. And one of | |
them, when she was she, would smile and burn a hole in me a hole that was | |
too hard for me to hide. Once I had a dream bout her, in a filed, alone | |
outside a tiny little cottage made of sticks. It was much to small to use | |
it, so she bumped her head and bruised it trying to get through the tiny | |
door. Afterwards, I went to tell her, but it was he I felt who nodded at | |
my words indifferently. And of course when this would happen, there was | |
still a she to tap up on my shoulder fromhe other side. But it wasn' t her | |
who looked then, close perhaps, but like some bookend that had come | |
misshapen from its mate. So I told myself there must be some way I can | |
make them just be who I want to be with all the time, ' cause it kept me at | |
a distance, but my sensees kept insisting it was much more interesting | |
inside. |
zuò cí : | |
Now there ws this thing about them that caused me at times to doubt them, | |
or created conflict in my mind. Usually there was a he one, and there | |
also was a she one, but somehow they came out differently. And one of | |
them, when she was she, would smile and burn a hole in me a hole that was | |
too hard for me to hide. Once I had a dream bout her, in a filed, alone | |
outside a tiny little cottage made of sticks. It was much to small to use | |
it, so she bumped her head and bruised it trying to get through the tiny | |
door. Afterwards, I went to tell her, but it was he I felt who nodded at | |
my words indifferently. And of course when this would happen, there was | |
still a she to tap up on my shoulder fromhe other side. But it wasn' t her | |
who looked then, close perhaps, but like some bookend that had come | |
misshapen from its mate. So I told myself there must be some way I can | |
make them just be who I want to be with all the time, ' cause it kept me at | |
a distance, but my sensees kept insisting it was much more interesting | |
inside. |