歌曲 | Where We Live |
歌手 | Palehound |
专辑 | Black Friday |
[00:00.000] | 作曲 : Ellen Kempner |
[00:00.46] | Where we live |
[00:02.39] | Beneath the frozen lake |
[00:03.94] | Our hands reach out to each other |
[00:05.70] | Like we're telling a story |
[00:07.51] | A good one |
[00:08.39] | A funny one |
[00:09.37] | About the people who have wronged us |
[00:11.26] | One that we rehearsed earlier |
[00:12.91] | In the time before this |
[00:14.36] | While we were still getting ready in the shower or in front of the mirror |
[00:19.16] | And we look good, we look really good considering everything |
[00:23.55] | My mom’s hands look elegant and tiny |
[00:25.61] | My sisters' asses are tight |
[00:27.49] | And their eyeliner is identical |
[00:29.60] | And our hair is flowing behind us, still and dark |
[00:32.78] | And their heels hold onto their toes |
[00:34.85] | Like a person at the edge of a window |
[00:36.91] | And my boots are cutting into my ankles |
[00:38.97] | And we are noiseless and hard |
[00:41.44] | The hot blueberry casserole before it drops on the ground |
[00:44.82] | The bad news before it breaks |
[00:47.07] | The eyelash swimming behind the eyeball that makes us wink |
[00:50.38] | And down there with us, I guess there's a bottle |
[00:53.36] | And I guess there’s a red cloud of wine always on the edge of enveloping us |
[00:57.03] | And up above the men hook worms onto the end of hooks |
[01:00.74] | And cast their lines into the cold grey |
[01:03.47] | And whistle as they wait |
[01:05.46] | And we stay below in the dark |
[01:08.09] | With our mouths open because we are in the middle of saying something |
[01:11.50] | Or in the middle of stopping one another |
[01:13.98] | And I am just about to touch the ice |
[01:16.46] | I'm just about to make it crack |
[01:18.72] | I'm just about to get us out of here |
[01:21.24] | But nothing ever changes |
[01:23.47] | The ducks don't come back |
[01:25.37] | The men go home to their fires |
[01:27.54] | And the woman they chose |
[01:29.34] | And the sun stays hiding |
[01:31.36] | The trees hugging the lake stay naked |
[01:33.62] | And they shake from the wind |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Ellen Kempner |
[00:00.46] | Where we live |
[00:02.39] | Beneath the frozen lake |
[00:03.94] | Our hands reach out to each other |
[00:05.70] | Like we' re telling a story |
[00:07.51] | A good one |
[00:08.39] | A funny one |
[00:09.37] | About the people who have wronged us |
[00:11.26] | One that we rehearsed earlier |
[00:12.91] | In the time before this |
[00:14.36] | While we were still getting ready in the shower or in front of the mirror |
[00:19.16] | And we look good, we look really good considering everything |
[00:23.55] | My mom' s hands look elegant and tiny |
[00:25.61] | My sisters' asses are tight |
[00:27.49] | And their eyeliner is identical |
[00:29.60] | And our hair is flowing behind us, still and dark |
[00:32.78] | And their heels hold onto their toes |
[00:34.85] | Like a person at the edge of a window |
[00:36.91] | And my boots are cutting into my ankles |
[00:38.97] | And we are noiseless and hard |
[00:41.44] | The hot blueberry casserole before it drops on the ground |
[00:44.82] | The bad news before it breaks |
[00:47.07] | The eyelash swimming behind the eyeball that makes us wink |
[00:50.38] | And down there with us, I guess there' s a bottle |
[00:53.36] | And I guess there' s a red cloud of wine always on the edge of enveloping us |
[00:57.03] | And up above the men hook worms onto the end of hooks |
[01:00.74] | And cast their lines into the cold grey |
[01:03.47] | And whistle as they wait |
[01:05.46] | And we stay below in the dark |
[01:08.09] | With our mouths open because we are in the middle of saying something |
[01:11.50] | Or in the middle of stopping one another |
[01:13.98] | And I am just about to touch the ice |
[01:16.46] | I' m just about to make it crack |
[01:18.72] | I' m just about to get us out of here |
[01:21.24] | But nothing ever changes |
[01:23.47] | The ducks don' t come back |
[01:25.37] | The men go home to their fires |
[01:27.54] | And the woman they chose |
[01:29.34] | And the sun stays hiding |
[01:31.36] | The trees hugging the lake stay naked |
[01:33.62] | And they shake from the wind |