| 歌曲 | Whoops |
| 歌手 | Blues Traveler |
| 专辑 | Save His Soul |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:John Popper Music:John Popper | |
| Have you ever seen an atom | |
| Little bits of everything floating by | |
| Take a good look at them | |
| Collectively they compose all you see including your eye | |
| Brilliant puzzle | |
| A living Rubix Cube we think we can figure out and solve | |
| But we're just monkeys | |
| Scratching our heads trying to open our ears | |
| To a chord that just won't seem to resolve | |
| And we call it wisdom | |
| Yes intellect in our truest sense of the word | |
| You see for us security means a harmony | |
| According to only what we have heard | |
| And this along and nothing less | |
| Will ease our heart and our mind | |
| In the hopes that in feeling free we'll reach paradise | |
| On that hilltop we're still trying to find | |
| But the possibility exists no matter how scary it may seem | |
| That paradise was once the world and it wasn't just a dream | |
| The earth was our heaven and we didn't know there were rules for us to break | |
| And maybe now we'll find out too late what a clever hell we can make | |
| Whoops | |
| Whoops | |
| In this corner | |
| Weighing in at almost every weight imaginable... | |
| Life, and all that surrounds it | |
| And in this corner | |
| Weighing in at well, not really very much of anything; | |
| A very sound and user friendly idea | |
| On finally bringing that pesky mountain to Mohammed | |
| Gentlemen at the sound of the harmonica solo you may come out fighting | |
| Take a look at the horizon | |
| Quiet and still | |
| You know there used to be bison | |
| Gentlemen you may fire at will | |
| They say this land won't go to waste | |
| But you gotta wonder how | |
| You know we're chopping down the air we breathe | |
| As fodder for the cow | |
| That's right so we can eat well | |
| Yes and starve to death | |
| And say there's nothing we can do | |
| Because we really don't want to do a goddamn thing | |
| Look I'm shrugging and so are you | |
| We can imagine the straightest of lines | |
| But our fingers can't control the pen | |
| And it's this frustration that yields relief | |
| As we say we're just mortal men | |
| And that means we get to torture a chimpanze | |
| And infect him with disease | |
| Because he screams just like a human child | |
| While we study his desperate pleas | |
| But the possibility exists no matter how scary it may seem | |
| That paradise was once the world and it wasn't just a dream | |
| The earth was our heaven and we didn't know there were rules for us to break | |
| And maybe now we'll find out too late what a clever hell we can make | |
| Whoops | |
| Whoops | |
| While we're on the subject you know my conscience hurts | |
| And it will not go away | |
| So please concoct me some pill I can take | |
| While I think of something clever to say | |
| So I can look in my mirror made of polished glass | |
| And find no need to cringe | |
| And forget that sinking feeling I'm a dinosaur | |
| Out on his drunken last binge | |
| ...from fossil to fossil | |
| Dust to dust | |
| I'll see you all in the earthy crust | |
| Whoops | |
| Whoops |
| Lyrics: John Popper Music: John Popper | |
| Have you ever seen an atom | |
| Little bits of everything floating by | |
| Take a good look at them | |
| Collectively they compose all you see including your eye | |
| Brilliant puzzle | |
| A living Rubix Cube we think we can figure out and solve | |
| But we' re just monkeys | |
| Scratching our heads trying to open our ears | |
| To a chord that just won' t seem to resolve | |
| And we call it wisdom | |
| Yes intellect in our truest sense of the word | |
| You see for us security means a harmony | |
| According to only what we have heard | |
| And this along and nothing less | |
| Will ease our heart and our mind | |
| In the hopes that in feeling free we' ll reach paradise | |
| On that hilltop we' re still trying to find | |
| But the possibility exists no matter how scary it may seem | |
| That paradise was once the world and it wasn' t just a dream | |
| The earth was our heaven and we didn' t know there were rules for us to break | |
| And maybe now we' ll find out too late what a clever hell we can make | |
| Whoops | |
| Whoops | |
| In this corner | |
| Weighing in at almost every weight imaginable... | |
| Life, and all that surrounds it | |
| And in this corner | |
| Weighing in at well, not really very much of anything | |
| A very sound and user friendly idea | |
| On finally bringing that pesky mountain to Mohammed | |
| Gentlemen at the sound of the harmonica solo you may come out fighting | |
| Take a look at the horizon | |
| Quiet and still | |
| You know there used to be bison | |
| Gentlemen you may fire at will | |
| They say this land won' t go to waste | |
| But you gotta wonder how | |
| You know we' re chopping down the air we breathe | |
| As fodder for the cow | |
| That' s right so we can eat well | |
| Yes and starve to death | |
| And say there' s nothing we can do | |
| Because we really don' t want to do a goddamn thing | |
| Look I' m shrugging and so are you | |
| We can imagine the straightest of lines | |
| But our fingers can' t control the pen | |
| And it' s this frustration that yields relief | |
| As we say we' re just mortal men | |
| And that means we get to torture a chimpanze | |
| And infect him with disease | |
| Because he screams just like a human child | |
| While we study his desperate pleas | |
| But the possibility exists no matter how scary it may seem | |
| That paradise was once the world and it wasn' t just a dream | |
| The earth was our heaven and we didn' t know there were rules for us to break | |
| And maybe now we' ll find out too late what a clever hell we can make | |
| Whoops | |
| Whoops | |
| While we' re on the subject you know my conscience hurts | |
| And it will not go away | |
| So please concoct me some pill I can take | |
| While I think of something clever to say | |
| So I can look in my mirror made of polished glass | |
| And find no need to cringe | |
| And forget that sinking feeling I' m a dinosaur | |
| Out on his drunken last binge | |
| ... from fossil to fossil | |
| Dust to dust | |
| I' ll see you all in the earthy crust | |
| Whoops | |
| Whoops |
| Lyrics: John Popper Music: John Popper | |
| Have you ever seen an atom | |
| Little bits of everything floating by | |
| Take a good look at them | |
| Collectively they compose all you see including your eye | |
| Brilliant puzzle | |
| A living Rubix Cube we think we can figure out and solve | |
| But we' re just monkeys | |
| Scratching our heads trying to open our ears | |
| To a chord that just won' t seem to resolve | |
| And we call it wisdom | |
| Yes intellect in our truest sense of the word | |
| You see for us security means a harmony | |
| According to only what we have heard | |
| And this along and nothing less | |
| Will ease our heart and our mind | |
| In the hopes that in feeling free we' ll reach paradise | |
| On that hilltop we' re still trying to find | |
| But the possibility exists no matter how scary it may seem | |
| That paradise was once the world and it wasn' t just a dream | |
| The earth was our heaven and we didn' t know there were rules for us to break | |
| And maybe now we' ll find out too late what a clever hell we can make | |
| Whoops | |
| Whoops | |
| In this corner | |
| Weighing in at almost every weight imaginable... | |
| Life, and all that surrounds it | |
| And in this corner | |
| Weighing in at well, not really very much of anything | |
| A very sound and user friendly idea | |
| On finally bringing that pesky mountain to Mohammed | |
| Gentlemen at the sound of the harmonica solo you may come out fighting | |
| Take a look at the horizon | |
| Quiet and still | |
| You know there used to be bison | |
| Gentlemen you may fire at will | |
| They say this land won' t go to waste | |
| But you gotta wonder how | |
| You know we' re chopping down the air we breathe | |
| As fodder for the cow | |
| That' s right so we can eat well | |
| Yes and starve to death | |
| And say there' s nothing we can do | |
| Because we really don' t want to do a goddamn thing | |
| Look I' m shrugging and so are you | |
| We can imagine the straightest of lines | |
| But our fingers can' t control the pen | |
| And it' s this frustration that yields relief | |
| As we say we' re just mortal men | |
| And that means we get to torture a chimpanze | |
| And infect him with disease | |
| Because he screams just like a human child | |
| While we study his desperate pleas | |
| But the possibility exists no matter how scary it may seem | |
| That paradise was once the world and it wasn' t just a dream | |
| The earth was our heaven and we didn' t know there were rules for us to break | |
| And maybe now we' ll find out too late what a clever hell we can make | |
| Whoops | |
| Whoops | |
| While we' re on the subject you know my conscience hurts | |
| And it will not go away | |
| So please concoct me some pill I can take | |
| While I think of something clever to say | |
| So I can look in my mirror made of polished glass | |
| And find no need to cringe | |
| And forget that sinking feeling I' m a dinosaur | |
| Out on his drunken last binge | |
| ... from fossil to fossil | |
| Dust to dust | |
| I' ll see you all in the earthy crust | |
| Whoops | |
| Whoops |