歌曲 | The Continuous Life |
歌手 | 311 |
专辑 | Transistor |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Martinez Music:Sexton | |
when things are outta whack | |
and they might collapse | |
and at the end of the day | |
you still can't relax | |
and physically you ache | |
like a cavity feelin' the blind | |
on your mind and the rest | |
of your body | |
listen to your heartbeat | |
flow and imagine | |
become jackson pollack | |
air brush chinese dragons | |
on a sky blue conversation | |
van or electra | |
buick of the mind full of | |
luminous matter | |
and slowly all the pressure | |
recedes and you stop to decay | |
naturally think clearly | |
ultimately through your grace | |
will give wy to traffic jams | |
submachine guns in hand | |
city red-necks who think | |
like the omega man | |
feelin' the extremes | |
of the times we're livin' | |
stockpile spaghetti-o's | |
and cheerios plannin' | |
to survive that fall-out shit | |
its not ambiguous | |
it be continous | |
its all about us | |
its for real man | |
the continuous life there is no end | |
movin' through life | |
movin' through death | |
my radio emits a signal form | |
a strange noise the kind of which | |
I've never heard before | |
I scan the dial for more stations | |
but all I get is an eerie feelin' | |
I'm not dreamin' this is the real dealin' | |
there's nothin like this trance | |
I'm caught in a daze | |
cuz I'm finally out of my body | |
the blue lights are ablaze | |
yeah I'm really amazed | |
and feelin' so light that's right | |
lift off and I'm into the sky | |
as if a hologram were created | |
to shift my conciousness | |
changed again and I'm flung | |
in the rift | |
I wanna be free I wanna do right | |
I move through the portal | |
to be purified |
Lyrics: Martinez Music: Sexton | |
when things are outta whack | |
and they might collapse | |
and at the end of the day | |
you still can' t relax | |
and physically you ache | |
like a cavity feelin' the blind | |
on your mind and the rest | |
of your body | |
listen to your heartbeat | |
flow and imagine | |
become jackson pollack | |
air brush chinese dragons | |
on a sky blue conversation | |
van or electra | |
buick of the mind full of | |
luminous matter | |
and slowly all the pressure | |
recedes and you stop to decay | |
naturally think clearly | |
ultimately through your grace | |
will give wy to traffic jams | |
submachine guns in hand | |
city rednecks who think | |
like the omega man | |
feelin' the extremes | |
of the times we' re livin' | |
stockpile spaghettio' s | |
and cheerios plannin' | |
to survive that fallout shit | |
its not ambiguous | |
it be continous | |
its all about us | |
its for real man | |
the continuous life there is no end | |
movin' through life | |
movin' through death | |
my radio emits a signal form | |
a strange noise the kind of which | |
I' ve never heard before | |
I scan the dial for more stations | |
but all I get is an eerie feelin' | |
I' m not dreamin' this is the real dealin' | |
there' s nothin like this trance | |
I' m caught in a daze | |
cuz I' m finally out of my body | |
the blue lights are ablaze | |
yeah I' m really amazed | |
and feelin' so light that' s right | |
lift off and I' m into the sky | |
as if a hologram were created | |
to shift my conciousness | |
changed again and I' m flung | |
in the rift | |
I wanna be free I wanna do right | |
I move through the portal | |
to be purified |
Lyrics: Martinez Music: Sexton | |
when things are outta whack | |
and they might collapse | |
and at the end of the day | |
you still can' t relax | |
and physically you ache | |
like a cavity feelin' the blind | |
on your mind and the rest | |
of your body | |
listen to your heartbeat | |
flow and imagine | |
become jackson pollack | |
air brush chinese dragons | |
on a sky blue conversation | |
van or electra | |
buick of the mind full of | |
luminous matter | |
and slowly all the pressure | |
recedes and you stop to decay | |
naturally think clearly | |
ultimately through your grace | |
will give wy to traffic jams | |
submachine guns in hand | |
city rednecks who think | |
like the omega man | |
feelin' the extremes | |
of the times we' re livin' | |
stockpile spaghettio' s | |
and cheerios plannin' | |
to survive that fallout shit | |
its not ambiguous | |
it be continous | |
its all about us | |
its for real man | |
the continuous life there is no end | |
movin' through life | |
movin' through death | |
my radio emits a signal form | |
a strange noise the kind of which | |
I' ve never heard before | |
I scan the dial for more stations | |
but all I get is an eerie feelin' | |
I' m not dreamin' this is the real dealin' | |
there' s nothin like this trance | |
I' m caught in a daze | |
cuz I' m finally out of my body | |
the blue lights are ablaze | |
yeah I' m really amazed | |
and feelin' so light that' s right | |
lift off and I' m into the sky | |
as if a hologram were created | |
to shift my conciousness | |
changed again and I' m flung | |
in the rift | |
I wanna be free I wanna do right | |
I move through the portal | |
to be purified |