| 歌曲 | Tuned Mass Damper (Instrumental) |
| 歌手 | El-P |
| 专辑 | Fantastic Damage |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : El-P |
| [00:00.708][Verse 1] | |
| [00:23.196] | I took this photograph soaking wet |
| [00:25.217] | After an 8-ball cataract broke a jazz bass fret |
| [00:28.705] | The same touch to the chest of a young musician |
| [00:31.465] | He wrote his own eulogy with ******* hands |
| [00:34.445] | ****** arms, Novocaine memories |
| [00:36.704] | Lost since dropped into room from pink mammaries |
| [00:40.218] | Off of the dome, shit I'm off of the phone |
| [00:42.952] | Off of the couch, off track |
| [00:45.167] | Out at OTB with a stub and a heart murmur |
| [00:47.684] | A flask in a fanny pack |
| [00:49.433] | A bastard on any track |
| [00:51.686] | (C'mon) Daddy needs a new Megatron |
| [00:53.167] | Cause the die cast was metal and blasted his left arm |
| [00:56.425] | You should've viewed how it affected John |
| [00:58.923] | Cause he erected bubble truths that burst loose from a glass bear hug |
| [01:02.434] | Cannonballing from mattresses for kitty litter fragments |
| [01:04.925] | Gleaming white under the black light |
| [01:07.169] | Well that's a random journal entry from scissor-hand nostalgia |
| [01:10.422] | Powers down to transfers |
| [01:12.179] | To some elected methodology of bare-knuckle compassion |
| [01:15.167] | A train wreck waiting to happen |
| [01:17.178] | Spelled out with refrigerator magnets |
| [01:19.186] | G-R-O-W-N-A-S-S-M-A-N, ducking his own death threats |
| [01:23.923] | And stay fresh (What?) |
| [01:26.419] | Microscopic Sally Struthers with a lobster bib |
| [01:28.426] | Munching on white platelets |
| [01:30.434] | Epiphanies leap out and surprise |
| [01:34.419] | Off of a batch of dead friends, the hardest way to get zen |
| [01:36.430] | You xxxxxxxxxxxxxx don't have grit |
| [01:38.166] | You're all teenage poetry, martyrs without causes |
| [01:41.674] | Alarmists and opinions get (taxed) |
| [01:44.170] | Mother****er, did I sound abstract? |
| [01:46.951] | I hope it sounded more confusing than that |
| [01:51.131] | Cause my clarity was found under the arm |
| [01:51.630] | Of an economy sized mouse trap |
| [01:52.630] | I dedicate this to Matt Doo (thank you) |
| [01:54.880] | My name is El-P, I produce and I rap too |
| [01:56.127] | |
| [01:56.625] | |
| [02:03.130][Sample: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo - Ill Street Blues] | |
| [02:28.376]You're not promised tomorrow [x8] | |
| [02:47.127] | |
| [02:48.635][Verse 2] | |
| [02:49.124] | Yo, yo |
| [02:50.622] | I'm bottle rocket conflicted, all dirty with flame on wic nit |
| [02:53.629] | Lookin for a hero in stores, looking for heart of gold whores |
| [02:56.379] | I swear the lust monkey sweat soaks in my pores |
| [02:58.891] | And this is one step from a junky liver breaking in doors |
| [03:01.629] | They playing global thermal nucleus games |
| [03:03.625] | Lets rearrange the whole complaint |
| [03:05.387] | Who the **** is down to steal me some paint? |
| [03:07.391] | We could get ancient with this shit |
| [03:09.388] | On some cavernous wall Description, I'm lit |
| [03:10.626] | Trying to draw this figure eight with a twig |
| [03:12.632] | As if the symmetry alone is a prescription to live |
| [03:15.634] | The rusty touch the rubble convert working plummeting MIG |
| [03:18.385] | Cause its a dogfight for the privilege of hope as a fix |
| [03:21.139] | And I'mma rally round the family till the quota conflicts |
| [03:23.879] | My generation is beautiful coma, REM hold the bliss |
| [03:26.875] | And the answer that just eluded you my friend don't exist |
| [03:29.381] | Unless we torch our own entrapments and exact our own scripts |
| [03:32.627] | Tuned mass damper baby, yeah that's the shit |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : ElP |
| [00:00.708][Verse 1] | |
| [00:23.196] | I took this photograph soaking wet |
| [00:25.217] | After an 8ball cataract broke a jazz bass fret |
| [00:28.705] | The same touch to the chest of a young musician |
| [00:31.465] | He wrote his own eulogy with hands |
| [00:34.445] | arms, Novocaine memories |
| [00:36.704] | Lost since dropped into room from pink mammaries |
| [00:40.218] | Off of the dome, shit I' m off of the phone |
| [00:42.952] | Off of the couch, off track |
| [00:45.167] | Out at OTB with a stub and a heart murmur |
| [00:47.684] | A flask in a fanny pack |
| [00:49.433] | A bastard on any track |
| [00:51.686] | C' mon Daddy needs a new Megatron |
| [00:53.167] | Cause the die cast was metal and blasted his left arm |
| [00:56.425] | You should' ve viewed how it affected John |
| [00:58.923] | Cause he erected bubble truths that burst loose from a glass bear hug |
| [01:02.434] | Cannonballing from mattresses for kitty litter fragments |
| [01:04.925] | Gleaming white under the black light |
| [01:07.169] | Well that' s a random journal entry from scissorhand nostalgia |
| [01:10.422] | Powers down to transfers |
| [01:12.179] | To some elected methodology of bareknuckle compassion |
| [01:15.167] | A train wreck waiting to happen |
| [01:17.178] | Spelled out with refrigerator magnets |
| [01:19.186] | GROWNASSMAN, ducking his own death threats |
| [01:23.923] | And stay fresh What? |
| [01:26.419] | Microscopic Sally Struthers with a lobster bib |
| [01:28.426] | Munching on white platelets |
| [01:30.434] | Epiphanies leap out and surprise |
| [01:34.419] | Off of a batch of dead friends, the hardest way to get zen |
| [01:36.430] | You xxxxxxxxxxxxxx don' t have grit |
| [01:38.166] | You' re all teenage poetry, martyrs without causes |
| [01:41.674] | Alarmists and opinions get taxed |
| [01:44.170] | Mother er, did I sound abstract? |
| [01:46.951] | I hope it sounded more confusing than that |
| [01:51.131] | Cause my clarity was found under the arm |
| [01:51.630] | Of an economy sized mouse trap |
| [01:52.630] | I dedicate this to Matt Doo thank you |
| [01:54.880] | My name is ElP, I produce and I rap too |
| [01:56.127] | |
| [01:56.625] | |
| [02:03.130][Sample: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo - Ill Street Blues] | |
| [02:28.376]You're not promised tomorrow [x8] | |
| [02:47.127] | |
| [02:48.635][Verse 2] | |
| [02:49.124] | Yo, yo |
| [02:50.622] | I' m bottle rocket conflicted, all dirty with flame on wic nit |
| [02:53.629] | Lookin for a hero in stores, looking for heart of gold whores |
| [02:56.379] | I swear the lust monkey sweat soaks in my pores |
| [02:58.891] | And this is one step from a junky liver breaking in doors |
| [03:01.629] | They playing global thermal nucleus games |
| [03:03.625] | Lets rearrange the whole complaint |
| [03:05.387] | Who the is down to steal me some paint? |
| [03:07.391] | We could get ancient with this shit |
| [03:09.388] | On some cavernous wall Description, I' m lit |
| [03:10.626] | Trying to draw this figure eight with a twig |
| [03:12.632] | As if the symmetry alone is a prescription to live |
| [03:15.634] | The rusty touch the rubble convert working plummeting MIG |
| [03:18.385] | Cause its a dogfight for the privilege of hope as a fix |
| [03:21.139] | And I' mma rally round the family till the quota conflicts |
| [03:23.879] | My generation is beautiful coma, REM hold the bliss |
| [03:26.875] | And the answer that just eluded you my friend don' t exist |
| [03:29.381] | Unless we torch our own entrapments and exact our own scripts |
| [03:32.627] | Tuned mass damper baby, yeah that' s the shit |