歌曲 | Hurricane Isabel |
歌手 | Astronautalis |
专辑 | You and Yer Good Ideas |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Astronautalis | |
Teenage girls on skateboards | |
Riding past my window | |
Storm rolls in from Africa | |
And rain falls on the shingles | |
Teenage girls and skinny bones | |
Running from the rain | |
Power cuts out on the neighborhood | |
And I'm in the dark again | |
She had bare ankles, that's a plus | |
Simple desire and demand met | |
By the girl who swore to God | |
That cold would cause her untimely death | |
God swore, | |
"Bless the little one" | |
But then this off his dirty secret | |
Baby blue gossiped green his gossamer halo polished | |
I rub my handle upon my sleeve | |
And my apple upon the other | |
I see which one of these is coming clean | |
And which wasn't worth the bother | |
I got a job that I am saving for | |
A wife and kids I'm waiting for | |
It's kinda hard to be facing north | |
When you got a head full of things you can't afford | |
Please, take my hand and hold them | |
Please, take them away from me | |
They do me far more harm than they ever could promise | |
To protect me from the sea | |
And I got a feeling | |
This thought, it isn't so far out of the left side | |
It's me verse the horseshoe | |
The corkscrew, and the next guy | |
A dream as American as missionary sex erector sets and apple pie | |
And I swear I'll never, ever, ever make it out of this, this, this god-forsaken land | |
And I swear I'll never, ever, ever make it out of this, this, this god-forsaken land | |
And I swear I'll never, ever, ever make it out of this, this, this god-forsaken land | |
Teenage girls and skinny bones | |
Riding past my window | |
Storm rolls in from Africa | |
And rain falls on the shingles | |
Teenage girls on skateboards | |
Running from the rain | |
Power cuts out on the neighborhood | |
And I'm in the dark again |
zuo qu : Astronautalis | |
Teenage girls on skateboards | |
Riding past my window | |
Storm rolls in from Africa | |
And rain falls on the shingles | |
Teenage girls and skinny bones | |
Running from the rain | |
Power cuts out on the neighborhood | |
And I' m in the dark again | |
She had bare ankles, that' s a plus | |
Simple desire and demand met | |
By the girl who swore to God | |
That cold would cause her untimely death | |
God swore, | |
" Bless the little one" | |
But then this off his dirty secret | |
Baby blue gossiped green his gossamer halo polished | |
I rub my handle upon my sleeve | |
And my apple upon the other | |
I see which one of these is coming clean | |
And which wasn' t worth the bother | |
I got a job that I am saving for | |
A wife and kids I' m waiting for | |
It' s kinda hard to be facing north | |
When you got a head full of things you can' t afford | |
Please, take my hand and hold them | |
Please, take them away from me | |
They do me far more harm than they ever could promise | |
To protect me from the sea | |
And I got a feeling | |
This thought, it isn' t so far out of the left side | |
It' s me verse the horseshoe | |
The corkscrew, and the next guy | |
A dream as American as missionary sex erector sets and apple pie | |
And I swear I' ll never, ever, ever make it out of this, this, this godforsaken land | |
And I swear I' ll never, ever, ever make it out of this, this, this godforsaken land | |
And I swear I' ll never, ever, ever make it out of this, this, this godforsaken land | |
Teenage girls and skinny bones | |
Riding past my window | |
Storm rolls in from Africa | |
And rain falls on the shingles | |
Teenage girls on skateboards | |
Running from the rain | |
Power cuts out on the neighborhood | |
And I' m in the dark again |
zuò qǔ : Astronautalis | |
Teenage girls on skateboards | |
Riding past my window | |
Storm rolls in from Africa | |
And rain falls on the shingles | |
Teenage girls and skinny bones | |
Running from the rain | |
Power cuts out on the neighborhood | |
And I' m in the dark again | |
She had bare ankles, that' s a plus | |
Simple desire and demand met | |
By the girl who swore to God | |
That cold would cause her untimely death | |
God swore, | |
" Bless the little one" | |
But then this off his dirty secret | |
Baby blue gossiped green his gossamer halo polished | |
I rub my handle upon my sleeve | |
And my apple upon the other | |
I see which one of these is coming clean | |
And which wasn' t worth the bother | |
I got a job that I am saving for | |
A wife and kids I' m waiting for | |
It' s kinda hard to be facing north | |
When you got a head full of things you can' t afford | |
Please, take my hand and hold them | |
Please, take them away from me | |
They do me far more harm than they ever could promise | |
To protect me from the sea | |
And I got a feeling | |
This thought, it isn' t so far out of the left side | |
It' s me verse the horseshoe | |
The corkscrew, and the next guy | |
A dream as American as missionary sex erector sets and apple pie | |
And I swear I' ll never, ever, ever make it out of this, this, this godforsaken land | |
And I swear I' ll never, ever, ever make it out of this, this, this godforsaken land | |
And I swear I' ll never, ever, ever make it out of this, this, this godforsaken land | |
Teenage girls and skinny bones | |
Riding past my window | |
Storm rolls in from Africa | |
And rain falls on the shingles | |
Teenage girls on skateboards | |
Running from the rain | |
Power cuts out on the neighborhood | |
And I' m in the dark again |