歌曲 | Mr. Mastodon Farm |
歌手 | Cake |
专辑 | Motorcade Of Generosity |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gregory Brown & John M. McCrea | |
Birds fall from the window ledge above mine | |
Then they flap their wings at the last second | |
You see birds fall from the window ledge above mine | |
Then they flap their wings at the last second | |
I can see their dead weight just dropping like stones | |
Or small loaves of bread past my window all the time | |
But unless | |
I get up walk across the room and peer down below | |
I don't see their last second curves toward a horizontal flight | |
All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones | |
Now due to a construct in my mind | |
That makes their falling and their flight | |
Symbolic of my entire existence | |
It becomes important for me to get up and see | |
Their last second curves toward flight | |
It's almost as if my life will fall unless | |
I see their ascent | |
Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
Mr. Mastodon farm | |
Cuts swatches out of all material | |
Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
Mr. Mastodon farm | |
Cuts swatches out of all material | |
Birds fall from the window ledge above mine | |
Then they flap their wings at the last second | |
I said birds fall from the window ledge above mine | |
Then they flap their wings at the last second | |
But unless | |
I get up walk across the room and peer down below | |
I won't see their last second curves toward a, a horizontal flight | |
All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones | |
Now due to a construct in my mind | |
That makes their falling and their flight | |
Symbolic of my entire existence | |
It becomes important for me to get up and see | |
Their last second curves toward flight | |
It's almost like my life will fall | |
My life will fall unless | |
I see their ascent | |
Oh yeah, oh yeah, all right | |
Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
Mr. Mastodon farm | |
Cuts swatches out of all material | |
Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
Mr. Mastodon farm | |
Cuts swatches out of all material, everybody c'mon | |
Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
Mr. Mastodon farm | |
Cuts swatches out of all material | |
Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
Mr. Mastodon farm | |
Cuts swatches out of all material | |
Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
Mr. Mastodon farm | |
Cuts swatches out of all material | |
Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
Mr. Mastodon farm | |
Cuts swatches out of all material | |
Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
Mr. Mastodon farm | |
Cuts swatches out of all material |
zuo qu : Gregory Brown John M. McCrea | |
Birds fall from the window ledge above mine | |
Then they flap their wings at the last second | |
You see birds fall from the window ledge above mine | |
Then they flap their wings at the last second | |
I can see their dead weight just dropping like stones | |
Or small loaves of bread past my window all the time | |
But unless | |
I get up walk across the room and peer down below | |
I don' t see their last second curves toward a horizontal flight | |
All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones | |
Now due to a construct in my mind | |
That makes their falling and their flight | |
Symbolic of my entire existence | |
It becomes important for me to get up and see | |
Their last second curves toward flight | |
It' s almost as if my life will fall unless | |
I see their ascent | |
Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
Mr. Mastodon farm | |
Cuts swatches out of all material | |
Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
Mr. Mastodon farm | |
Cuts swatches out of all material | |
Birds fall from the window ledge above mine | |
Then they flap their wings at the last second | |
I said birds fall from the window ledge above mine | |
Then they flap their wings at the last second | |
But unless | |
I get up walk across the room and peer down below | |
I won' t see their last second curves toward a, a horizontal flight | |
All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones | |
Now due to a construct in my mind | |
That makes their falling and their flight | |
Symbolic of my entire existence | |
It becomes important for me to get up and see | |
Their last second curves toward flight | |
It' s almost like my life will fall | |
My life will fall unless | |
I see their ascent | |
Oh yeah, oh yeah, all right | |
Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
Mr. Mastodon farm | |
Cuts swatches out of all material | |
Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
Mr. Mastodon farm | |
Cuts swatches out of all material, everybody c' mon | |
Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
Mr. Mastodon farm | |
Cuts swatches out of all material | |
Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
Mr. Mastodon farm | |
Cuts swatches out of all material | |
Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
Mr. Mastodon farm | |
Cuts swatches out of all material | |
Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
Mr. Mastodon farm | |
Cuts swatches out of all material | |
Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
Mr. Mastodon farm | |
Cuts swatches out of all material |
zuò qǔ : Gregory Brown John M. McCrea | |
Birds fall from the window ledge above mine | |
Then they flap their wings at the last second | |
You see birds fall from the window ledge above mine | |
Then they flap their wings at the last second | |
I can see their dead weight just dropping like stones | |
Or small loaves of bread past my window all the time | |
But unless | |
I get up walk across the room and peer down below | |
I don' t see their last second curves toward a horizontal flight | |
All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones | |
Now due to a construct in my mind | |
That makes their falling and their flight | |
Symbolic of my entire existence | |
It becomes important for me to get up and see | |
Their last second curves toward flight | |
It' s almost as if my life will fall unless | |
I see their ascent | |
Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
Mr. Mastodon farm | |
Cuts swatches out of all material | |
Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
Mr. Mastodon farm | |
Cuts swatches out of all material | |
Birds fall from the window ledge above mine | |
Then they flap their wings at the last second | |
I said birds fall from the window ledge above mine | |
Then they flap their wings at the last second | |
But unless | |
I get up walk across the room and peer down below | |
I won' t see their last second curves toward a, a horizontal flight | |
All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones | |
Now due to a construct in my mind | |
That makes their falling and their flight | |
Symbolic of my entire existence | |
It becomes important for me to get up and see | |
Their last second curves toward flight | |
It' s almost like my life will fall | |
My life will fall unless | |
I see their ascent | |
Oh yeah, oh yeah, all right | |
Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
Mr. Mastodon farm | |
Cuts swatches out of all material | |
Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
Mr. Mastodon farm | |
Cuts swatches out of all material, everybody c' mon | |
Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
Mr. Mastodon farm | |
Cuts swatches out of all material | |
Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
Mr. Mastodon farm | |
Cuts swatches out of all material | |
Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
Mr. Mastodon farm | |
Cuts swatches out of all material | |
Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
Mr. Mastodon farm | |
Cuts swatches out of all material | |
Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
Mr. Mastodon farm | |
Cuts swatches out of all material |