I Can't Stop Talking 歌词
| 歌曲 | I Can't Stop Talking |
| 歌手 | Nomeansno |
| 专辑 | The People's Choice |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Nomeansno | |
| I keep myself awake at night | |
| I try to stop, but | |
| I can't fight | |
| That voice that whispers ceaselessty | |
| The one that only talks to me | |
| It tells me what | |
| I have to fear | |
| It spits its venom in my ear | |
| It calculates and carefully | |
| Enumerates its strategies | |
| Round and round its loves and hates | |
| It endlessly reiterates | |
| It never stops, | |
| I've never heard | |
| The silence of that final word | |
| But I've got to stop talking, | |
| I can't stop talking | |
| There is no stopping a brain that keeps talking | |
| I know it's not healthy, | |
| I know it's not true | |
| I don't even know who | |
| I'm talking to | |
| But I can't stop talking, | |
| I've got to stop talking | |
| All night and all day | |
| I have something to say | |
| I drone on and on, though | |
| I know it's not true | |
| I've got to stop talking, | |
| I'm not talking to you | |
| The truth around my tongue is curled | |
| A chain of words that binds the world | |
| In a fever, all | |
| I Is captured in my commentary | |
| The why, the who, the where, the when | |
| Let me repeat them all agai n | |
| And then again my voice will sing | |
| The praises of it's babbling | |
| The arguments that | |
| I dissect | |
| Are lucid, cogent and correct | |
| And if you foolishly object | |
| I'll Gram each word back down you neck (chorus) | |
| If I'm the talker, here's the thing - | |
| Just who the hell is listening? | |
| And if I am not tongue but ears | |
| Then whos voice is it that | |
| I hear? I swallow, choke, and clear my throat | |
| Here comes another anecdote | |
| A narrative of restlessness | |
| Of what's been done and what is next | |
| Does it love me, does it not? | |
| Will this seduction never stop? | |
| Hear the clacking parrot's beak | |
| That speaks and speaks and speaks and speaks |
| zuo ci : Nomeansno | |
| I keep myself awake at night | |
| I try to stop, but | |
| I can' t fight | |
| That voice that whispers ceaselessty | |
| The one that only talks to me | |
| It tells me what | |
| I have to fear | |
| It spits its venom in my ear | |
| It calculates and carefully | |
| Enumerates its strategies | |
| Round and round its loves and hates | |
| It endlessly reiterates | |
| It never stops, | |
| I' ve never heard | |
| The silence of that final word | |
| But I' ve got to stop talking, | |
| I can' t stop talking | |
| There is no stopping a brain that keeps talking | |
| I know it' s not healthy, | |
| I know it' s not true | |
| I don' t even know who | |
| I' m talking to | |
| But I can' t stop talking, | |
| I' ve got to stop talking | |
| All night and all day | |
| I have something to say | |
| I drone on and on, though | |
| I know it' s not true | |
| I' ve got to stop talking, | |
| I' m not talking to you | |
| The truth around my tongue is curled | |
| A chain of words that binds the world | |
| In a fever, all | |
| I Is captured in my commentary | |
| The why, the who, the where, the when | |
| Let me repeat them all agai n | |
| And then again my voice will sing | |
| The praises of it' s babbling | |
| The arguments that | |
| I dissect | |
| Are lucid, cogent and correct | |
| And if you foolishly object | |
| I' ll Gram each word back down you neck chorus | |
| If I' m the talker, here' s the thing | |
| Just who the hell is listening? | |
| And if I am not tongue but ears | |
| Then whos voice is it that | |
| I hear? I swallow, choke, and clear my throat | |
| Here comes another anecdote | |
| A narrative of restlessness | |
| Of what' s been done and what is next | |
| Does it love me, does it not? | |
| Will this seduction never stop? | |
| Hear the clacking parrot' s beak | |
| That speaks and speaks and speaks and speaks |
| zuò cí : Nomeansno | |
| I keep myself awake at night | |
| I try to stop, but | |
| I can' t fight | |
| That voice that whispers ceaselessty | |
| The one that only talks to me | |
| It tells me what | |
| I have to fear | |
| It spits its venom in my ear | |
| It calculates and carefully | |
| Enumerates its strategies | |
| Round and round its loves and hates | |
| It endlessly reiterates | |
| It never stops, | |
| I' ve never heard | |
| The silence of that final word | |
| But I' ve got to stop talking, | |
| I can' t stop talking | |
| There is no stopping a brain that keeps talking | |
| I know it' s not healthy, | |
| I know it' s not true | |
| I don' t even know who | |
| I' m talking to | |
| But I can' t stop talking, | |
| I' ve got to stop talking | |
| All night and all day | |
| I have something to say | |
| I drone on and on, though | |
| I know it' s not true | |
| I' ve got to stop talking, | |
| I' m not talking to you | |
| The truth around my tongue is curled | |
| A chain of words that binds the world | |
| In a fever, all | |
| I Is captured in my commentary | |
| The why, the who, the where, the when | |
| Let me repeat them all agai n | |
| And then again my voice will sing | |
| The praises of it' s babbling | |
| The arguments that | |
| I dissect | |
| Are lucid, cogent and correct | |
| And if you foolishly object | |
| I' ll Gram each word back down you neck chorus | |
| If I' m the talker, here' s the thing | |
| Just who the hell is listening? | |
| And if I am not tongue but ears | |
| Then whos voice is it that | |
| I hear? I swallow, choke, and clear my throat | |
| Here comes another anecdote | |
| A narrative of restlessness | |
| Of what' s been done and what is next | |
| Does it love me, does it not? | |
| Will this seduction never stop? | |
| Hear the clacking parrot' s beak | |
| That speaks and speaks and speaks and speaks |
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