作词 : DeSanto, Duffy, Louche, Novak | |
I’m a space cadet | |
I’ll be the first to admit it | |
Feeling inundated with surface noise skip | |
Swamped with static hiss crackle blip | |
Feel like I’m wound too tight | |
Mainline the power grid tonight | |
Hooked up to the tv iv | |
Drain drain all day | |
Whispers quietly away | |
Klips and blips | |
Steer me out into the stream | |
Of channel-scratching noise | |
And away from the world | |
Space cadet | |
I’ll be the first to admit it | |
I’m double-sided in three ways | |
Fractionalised behind bit-mapped eyes | |
I miss your digitised face | |
Broken in pixelate | |
Desynchronise | |
Come unglued | |
Stretch out your strands | |
And I’ll connect with you | |
Disconnect with you | |
Stubbed out your frustration | |
In my ashtray hole | |
In my black-and-blue soul | |
Pour my brain into a paper cup and | |
Scrape myself across the universe | |
I’ll be your king of decay | |
If you’ll be my queen of despair | |
We’ll make a lovely desperate pair |
zuo ci : DeSanto, Duffy, Louche, Novak | |
I' m a space cadet | |
I' ll be the first to admit it | |
Feeling inundated with surface noise skip | |
Swamped with static hiss crackle blip | |
Feel like I' m wound too tight | |
Mainline the power grid tonight | |
Hooked up to the tv iv | |
Drain drain all day | |
Whispers quietly away | |
Klips and blips | |
Steer me out into the stream | |
Of channelscratching noise | |
And away from the world | |
Space cadet | |
I' ll be the first to admit it | |
I' m doublesided in three ways | |
Fractionalised behind bitmapped eyes | |
I miss your digitised face | |
Broken in pixelate | |
Desynchronise | |
Come unglued | |
Stretch out your strands | |
And I' ll connect with you | |
Disconnect with you | |
Stubbed out your frustration | |
In my ashtray hole | |
In my blackandblue soul | |
Pour my brain into a paper cup and | |
Scrape myself across the universe | |
I' ll be your king of decay | |
If you' ll be my queen of despair | |
We' ll make a lovely desperate pair |
zuò cí : DeSanto, Duffy, Louche, Novak | |
I' m a space cadet | |
I' ll be the first to admit it | |
Feeling inundated with surface noise skip | |
Swamped with static hiss crackle blip | |
Feel like I' m wound too tight | |
Mainline the power grid tonight | |
Hooked up to the tv iv | |
Drain drain all day | |
Whispers quietly away | |
Klips and blips | |
Steer me out into the stream | |
Of channelscratching noise | |
And away from the world | |
Space cadet | |
I' ll be the first to admit it | |
I' m doublesided in three ways | |
Fractionalised behind bitmapped eyes | |
I miss your digitised face | |
Broken in pixelate | |
Desynchronise | |
Come unglued | |
Stretch out your strands | |
And I' ll connect with you | |
Disconnect with you | |
Stubbed out your frustration | |
In my ashtray hole | |
In my blackandblue soul | |
Pour my brain into a paper cup and | |
Scrape myself across the universe | |
I' ll be your king of decay | |
If you' ll be my queen of despair | |
We' ll make a lovely desperate pair |