歌曲 | A Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to the Left |
歌手 | Andrew Bird |
专辑 | Live at Austin City Limits Music Festival 2007: Andrew Bird |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : ANDREW BIRD | |
作词 : ANDREW BIRD | |
Over prescribed under the mister | |
We had survived to turn on the history channel | |
And ask our esteemed panel why are we alive | |
And here's how they replied | |
You're what happens when two substances collide | |
And by all accounts you really should've died stretched out on the tarmac | |
Six miles south of | |
North Platte he can't stand to look back | |
At sixteen tons of | |
Hazmat and it's what goes undelivered undelivered | |
And it's a nervous tic motion of the head | |
To the leftist's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left | |
Exorcise your cells till you're bereft' | |
Cause it's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left | |
Splayed out on a bathmat six miles north of | |
South Platte | |
And he just wants his life back what's in that paper knapsack | |
It's what goes undelivered over imbibed under the mister | |
Barely alive we cover the blisters in flannel though the words we speak | |
Are banal not one of them's a lie not one of them's a lie | |
You're what happens when two substances collide | |
And by all accounts you really should've died |
zuo qu : ANDREW BIRD | |
zuo ci : ANDREW BIRD | |
Over prescribed under the mister | |
We had survived to turn on the history channel | |
And ask our esteemed panel why are we alive | |
And here' s how they replied | |
You' re what happens when two substances collide | |
And by all accounts you really should' ve died stretched out on the tarmac | |
Six miles south of | |
North Platte he can' t stand to look back | |
At sixteen tons of | |
Hazmat and it' s what goes undelivered undelivered | |
And it' s a nervous tic motion of the head | |
To the leftist' s a nervous tic motion of the head to the left | |
Exorcise your cells till you' re bereft' | |
Cause it' s a nervous tic motion of the head to the left | |
Splayed out on a bathmat six miles north of | |
South Platte | |
And he just wants his life back what' s in that paper knapsack | |
It' s what goes undelivered over imbibed under the mister | |
Barely alive we cover the blisters in flannel though the words we speak | |
Are banal not one of them' s a lie not one of them' s a lie | |
You' re what happens when two substances collide | |
And by all accounts you really should' ve died |
zuò qǔ : ANDREW BIRD | |
zuò cí : ANDREW BIRD | |
Over prescribed under the mister | |
We had survived to turn on the history channel | |
And ask our esteemed panel why are we alive | |
And here' s how they replied | |
You' re what happens when two substances collide | |
And by all accounts you really should' ve died stretched out on the tarmac | |
Six miles south of | |
North Platte he can' t stand to look back | |
At sixteen tons of | |
Hazmat and it' s what goes undelivered undelivered | |
And it' s a nervous tic motion of the head | |
To the leftist' s a nervous tic motion of the head to the left | |
Exorcise your cells till you' re bereft' | |
Cause it' s a nervous tic motion of the head to the left | |
Splayed out on a bathmat six miles north of | |
South Platte | |
And he just wants his life back what' s in that paper knapsack | |
It' s what goes undelivered over imbibed under the mister | |
Barely alive we cover the blisters in flannel though the words we speak | |
Are banal not one of them' s a lie not one of them' s a lie | |
You' re what happens when two substances collide | |
And by all accounts you really should' ve died |