| 歌曲 | It's Not Peculiar |
| 歌手 | Hüsker Dü |
| 专辑 | Warehouse: Songs And Stories |
| 作词 : Mould | |
| Is it sensible, life is what it seems | |
| When you're living in a dream | |
| Could you care enough? While pausing on a thought | |
| Can you think of what you've got? | |
| (Only you know what matters in your life) | |
| When it's pouring out, you're pondering inside | |
| And all the times you shouted, everybody cried | |
| You've got to learn to compromise | |
| To live inside the others' lives | |
| It's not peculiar, there's nothing to devise at all | |
| On a stormy night, you're sitting on the floor | |
| Is it nothing anymore? | |
| Waking up to fix it, making up the fight | |
| Will it be one more tonight? | |
| (Some things we said will never wash away) | |
| Taking all of this into another day | |
| Recollections of the words we used to say | |
| The times you looked into my eyes | |
| Whispered vowing not to lie | |
| It's not peculiar, there's nothing to devise at all | |
| Near the telephone, it's raining in the fall | |
| And you hope I never call | |
| Sending messages that never get received | |
| But we're trying, I believe | |
| (Sometimes we wonder what our lives are for) | |
| Taking all of this is taking all of me | |
| Sometimes I wish I had the energy | |
| When it falls apart like fragments of our lives | |
| Give a little bit, and give a lot to die | |
| It's not peculiar, there's nothing to devise at all |
| zuò cí : Mould | |
| Is it sensible, life is what it seems | |
| When you' re living in a dream | |
| Could you care enough? While pausing on a thought | |
| Can you think of what you' ve got? | |
| Only you know what matters in your life | |
| When it' s pouring out, you' re pondering inside | |
| And all the times you shouted, everybody cried | |
| You' ve got to learn to compromise | |
| To live inside the others' lives | |
| It' s not peculiar, there' s nothing to devise at all | |
| On a stormy night, you' re sitting on the floor | |
| Is it nothing anymore? | |
| Waking up to fix it, making up the fight | |
| Will it be one more tonight? | |
| Some things we said will never wash away | |
| Taking all of this into another day | |
| Recollections of the words we used to say | |
| The times you looked into my eyes | |
| Whispered vowing not to lie | |
| It' s not peculiar, there' s nothing to devise at all | |
| Near the telephone, it' s raining in the fall | |
| And you hope I never call | |
| Sending messages that never get received | |
| But we' re trying, I believe | |
| Sometimes we wonder what our lives are for | |
| Taking all of this is taking all of me | |
| Sometimes I wish I had the energy | |
| When it falls apart like fragments of our lives | |
| Give a little bit, and give a lot to die | |
| It' s not peculiar, there' s nothing to devise at all |