Ethereal Driftwood 歌词

歌曲	Ethereal Driftwood
歌手	Busdriver
专辑	RoadKillOvercoat
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作词 : Busdriver
	Y'all want to see tits and ass,
	Street grit and sass
	As beatniks smoking grass on holiday
	-You know what we want-
	You're looking for a grievance to mask, preferably with a fetus in the trash
	While you eat quiche and laugh on the Champs-Elysee
	-You know what we want-
	I'm not down with that B-list staff,
	As they yell out Jesus at mass
	I'll be laughing while I knead this mish-mash of pottery clay
	-You know what we want-
	An appropriated grease-slick slab, posted up as a meat stick add
	But I make the average moviegoer too seasick and sad
	-You know what we want-
	And I'm too caustic to run, for office or be expunged
	For my agnostic plunge
	-You know what we want-
	So what I've accomplish and done, is viewed as an off-setted pun
	By the posh and young tastemakers
	-You know what we want-
	An overdone tame premise,
	I jump from the plane wreckage
	Unscathed yet sunbathed in the rigors of a bass pluck
	-You know what we want-
	Pop culture's lame vestiges, I'm an ordained pessimist
	With hippie-qualms and
	sticky bombs to deter the tank-truck
	I'm good for a belly laugh
	Covered in a blanket of ash
	Leaving with an ankle cast
	But sometimes I feel that…
	I don't have what you want
	So won't you accept my humble offerings
	Broken TV sets as ethereal driftwood
	When you're on the plane alive with water wings
	You'll think,'I didn't know surrendering felt this good'
	I don't have what you want
	So won't you accept my humble offerings
	They want semantics and sniveling
	Grams to sniff on a triple-beam
	To be hand-picked for a little scene
	In a student film
	All I have is pamphlets full of liberal zing
	Antihistamines in a syringe-sling
	A shanty for this fitted king
	Of uprooted elm
	And they've been given solar-powered cars
	Trail mix and power bars
	Upturned tarot cards
	They want to be heralded by wishful teens
	In stretch-Hummers and limousines
	They're beyond medicinal means
	-You know what we want-
	But I gave them a protagonist
	The color of cinnamon and mahogany
	filtered through award-winning cinematography
	And the motherf#$%ing discography of a G
	If you don't like it then kick rocks
	I'm pre-history's disc-jock
	Yeah, I know what you wanted homie
	but I never had the s#$t in-stock
	I don't have what you want
	So won't you accept my humble offerings
	Broken TV sets as ethereal driftwood
	When you're on the plane alive with water wings
	You'll think,
	'I didn't know surrendering felt this good'
	I don't have what you want
	So won't you accept my humble offerings…

	zuo ci : Busdriver
	Y' all want to see tits and ass,
	Street grit and sass
	As beatniks smoking grass on holiday
	You know what we want
	You' re looking for a grievance to mask, preferably with a fetus in the trash
	While you eat quiche and laugh on the ChampsElysee
	You know what we want
	I' m not down with that Blist staff,
	As they yell out Jesus at mass
	I' ll be laughing while I knead this mishmash of pottery clay
	You know what we want
	An appropriated greaseslick slab, posted up as a meat stick add
	But I make the average moviegoer too seasick and sad
	You know what we want
	And I' m too caustic to run, for office or be expunged
	For my agnostic plunge
	You know what we want
	So what I' ve accomplish and done, is viewed as an offsetted pun
	By the posh and young tastemakers
	You know what we want
	An overdone tame premise,
	I jump from the plane wreckage
	Unscathed yet sunbathed in the rigors of a bass pluck
	You know what we want
	Pop culture' s lame vestiges, I' m an ordained pessimist
	With hippiequalms and
	sticky bombs to deter the tanktruck
	I' m good for a belly laugh
	Covered in a blanket of ash
	Leaving with an ankle cast
	But sometimes I feel that
	I don' t have what you want
	So won' t you accept my humble offerings
	Broken TV sets as ethereal driftwood
	When you' re on the plane alive with water wings
	You' ll think,' I didn' t know surrendering felt this good'
	I don' t have what you want
	So won' t you accept my humble offerings
	They want semantics and sniveling
	Grams to sniff on a triplebeam
	To be handpicked for a little scene
	In a student film
	All I have is pamphlets full of liberal zing
	Antihistamines in a syringesling
	A shanty for this fitted king
	Of uprooted elm
	And they' ve been given solarpowered cars
	Trail mix and power bars
	Upturned tarot cards
	They want to be heralded by wishful teens
	In stretchHummers and limousines
	They' re beyond medicinal means
	You know what we want
	But I gave them a protagonist
	The color of cinnamon and mahogany
	filtered through awardwinning cinematography
	And the motherf ing discography of a G
	If you don' t like it then kick rocks
	I' m prehistory' s discjock
	Yeah, I know what you wanted homie
	but I never had the s t instock
	I don' t have what you want
	So won' t you accept my humble offerings
	Broken TV sets as ethereal driftwood
	When you' re on the plane alive with water wings
	You' ll think,
	' I didn' t know surrendering felt this good'
	I don' t have what you want
	So won' t you accept my humble offerings

	zuò cí : Busdriver
	Y' all want to see tits and ass,
	Street grit and sass
	As beatniks smoking grass on holiday
	You know what we want
	You' re looking for a grievance to mask, preferably with a fetus in the trash
	While you eat quiche and laugh on the ChampsElysee
	You know what we want
	I' m not down with that Blist staff,
	As they yell out Jesus at mass
	I' ll be laughing while I knead this mishmash of pottery clay
	You know what we want
	An appropriated greaseslick slab, posted up as a meat stick add
	But I make the average moviegoer too seasick and sad
	You know what we want
	And I' m too caustic to run, for office or be expunged
	For my agnostic plunge
	You know what we want
	So what I' ve accomplish and done, is viewed as an offsetted pun
	By the posh and young tastemakers
	You know what we want
	An overdone tame premise,
	I jump from the plane wreckage
	Unscathed yet sunbathed in the rigors of a bass pluck
	You know what we want
	Pop culture' s lame vestiges, I' m an ordained pessimist
	With hippiequalms and
	sticky bombs to deter the tanktruck
	I' m good for a belly laugh
	Covered in a blanket of ash
	Leaving with an ankle cast
	But sometimes I feel that
	I don' t have what you want
	So won' t you accept my humble offerings
	Broken TV sets as ethereal driftwood
	When you' re on the plane alive with water wings
	You' ll think,' I didn' t know surrendering felt this good'
	I don' t have what you want
	So won' t you accept my humble offerings
	They want semantics and sniveling
	Grams to sniff on a triplebeam
	To be handpicked for a little scene
	In a student film
	All I have is pamphlets full of liberal zing
	Antihistamines in a syringesling
	A shanty for this fitted king
	Of uprooted elm
	And they' ve been given solarpowered cars
	Trail mix and power bars
	Upturned tarot cards
	They want to be heralded by wishful teens
	In stretchHummers and limousines
	They' re beyond medicinal means
	You know what we want
	But I gave them a protagonist
	The color of cinnamon and mahogany
	filtered through awardwinning cinematography
	And the motherf ing discography of a G
	If you don' t like it then kick rocks
	I' m prehistory' s discjock
	Yeah, I know what you wanted homie
	but I never had the s t instock
	I don' t have what you want
	So won' t you accept my humble offerings
	Broken TV sets as ethereal driftwood
	When you' re on the plane alive with water wings
	You' ll think,
	' I didn' t know surrendering felt this good'
	I don' t have what you want
	So won' t you accept my humble offerings

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