歌曲 | Ship's A'going Down |
歌手 | The Residents |
专辑 | Not Available |
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作词 : Residents | |
Catbird: | |
Why not live? | |
Chorus: | |
The catbird shrilled! | |
Catbird: | |
And give a guy a chance! | |
For soon the moon will sing a tune and I'll be left to dance. | |
Uncle Remus: | |
Well, strangers have left on longer trains before. | |
Catbird: | |
Yes, shake and shout and cause a spout to be a mockery! | |
Exist inside a lemon drop and cause no word to be. | |
If after all this oleo a speck of dust exists, | |
We'll set aside a common tide 'twixt friend and who he's kissed. | |
Enigmatic Foe: | |
He thought the end was overdue, but daybroke him instead, | |
And consequently what he read was never what he said. | |
And don't you never, | |
Chorus: | |
Said the ever Enigmatic Foe, | |
Enigmatic Foe: | |
Lose your cool, or after school, | |
They'll find me home in bed. | |
Catbird: | |
What hoe you rake, you fake a taking and a mating moo; | |
Confuse to lose and quake to break are simple rules to you. | |
Why send a curly head to bed and know her secrets too? | |
Enigmatic Foe: | |
Glue it down you dripping clown, and be not busy, too; | |
If a needy, if a seedy lets him come on through. | |
Keys are not thrust open spores, and neither is a broken store! | |
There are clothes that haven't been worn, | |
Feet that haven't been shorn, | |
There's causes that haven't been given a principle. | |
Need I say more? | |
Uncle Remus: | |
The soft spoken edge was a close fit | |
With the warped open cracks so many. | |
All: | |
The quick brain drained the main | |
And the ships a goin' down me mates, | |
The ship she's a goin' down. | |
The ship' she's a goin' down. |
zuo ci : Residents | |
Catbird: | |
Why not live? | |
Chorus: | |
The catbird shrilled! | |
Catbird: | |
And give a guy a chance! | |
For soon the moon will sing a tune and I' ll be left to dance. | |
Uncle Remus: | |
Well, strangers have left on longer trains before. | |
Catbird: | |
Yes, shake and shout and cause a spout to be a mockery! | |
Exist inside a lemon drop and cause no word to be. | |
If after all this oleo a speck of dust exists, | |
We' ll set aside a common tide ' twixt friend and who he' s kissed. | |
Enigmatic Foe: | |
He thought the end was overdue, but daybroke him instead, | |
And consequently what he read was never what he said. | |
And don' t you never, | |
Chorus: | |
Said the ever Enigmatic Foe, | |
Enigmatic Foe: | |
Lose your cool, or after school, | |
They' ll find me home in bed. | |
Catbird: | |
What hoe you rake, you fake a taking and a mating moo | |
Confuse to lose and quake to break are simple rules to you. | |
Why send a curly head to bed and know her secrets too? | |
Enigmatic Foe: | |
Glue it down you dripping clown, and be not busy, too | |
If a needy, if a seedy lets him come on through. | |
Keys are not thrust open spores, and neither is a broken store! | |
There are clothes that haven' t been worn, | |
Feet that haven' t been shorn, | |
There' s causes that haven' t been given a principle. | |
Need I say more? | |
Uncle Remus: | |
The soft spoken edge was a close fit | |
With the warped open cracks so many. | |
All: | |
The quick brain drained the main | |
And the ships a goin' down me mates, | |
The ship she' s a goin' down. | |
The ship' she' s a goin' down. |
zuò cí : Residents | |
Catbird: | |
Why not live? | |
Chorus: | |
The catbird shrilled! | |
Catbird: | |
And give a guy a chance! | |
For soon the moon will sing a tune and I' ll be left to dance. | |
Uncle Remus: | |
Well, strangers have left on longer trains before. | |
Catbird: | |
Yes, shake and shout and cause a spout to be a mockery! | |
Exist inside a lemon drop and cause no word to be. | |
If after all this oleo a speck of dust exists, | |
We' ll set aside a common tide ' twixt friend and who he' s kissed. | |
Enigmatic Foe: | |
He thought the end was overdue, but daybroke him instead, | |
And consequently what he read was never what he said. | |
And don' t you never, | |
Chorus: | |
Said the ever Enigmatic Foe, | |
Enigmatic Foe: | |
Lose your cool, or after school, | |
They' ll find me home in bed. | |
Catbird: | |
What hoe you rake, you fake a taking and a mating moo | |
Confuse to lose and quake to break are simple rules to you. | |
Why send a curly head to bed and know her secrets too? | |
Enigmatic Foe: | |
Glue it down you dripping clown, and be not busy, too | |
If a needy, if a seedy lets him come on through. | |
Keys are not thrust open spores, and neither is a broken store! | |
There are clothes that haven' t been worn, | |
Feet that haven' t been shorn, | |
There' s causes that haven' t been given a principle. | |
Need I say more? | |
Uncle Remus: | |
The soft spoken edge was a close fit | |
With the warped open cracks so many. | |
All: | |
The quick brain drained the main | |
And the ships a goin' down me mates, | |
The ship she' s a goin' down. | |
The ship' she' s a goin' down. |