[00:00.00] | 作词 : Claypool, Primus |
[00:01.53] | Artist:primus |
[00:05.11] | Songs Title:the pressman |
[00:08.49] | |
[00:20.49] | By the light of the lamp I sit to type my notes on tab at my side |
[00:27.98] | |
[00:32.63] | I don't see the sun much these days |
[00:35.66] | |
[00:37.42] | A fluorescent tan covers my hide |
[00:42.32] | |
[00:47.98] | How much impact shall I have this time? |
[00:51.26] | |
[00:52.46] | My goal today is to reac the deadline |
[00:56.54] | |
[00:57.05] | I write between the lines |
[00:58.88] | I deal with fantasy |
[01:01.58] | I report the facts |
[01:03.28] | Give to them me, please |
[01:06.00] | |
[01:21.11] | Ham and egg sald on white bread keeps me company on nights like this |
[01:30.30] | |
[01:33.50] | A pack of metholated cigarettes keeps my air nice and thick |
[01:42.32] | |
[01:46.53] | When I write, words flow like coins from a candy box |
[01:52.25] | |
[01:53.14] | Get out of my way |
[01:55.09] | I've got something to say |
[01:56.72] | |
[02:24.28] | The pulse is beating louder now |
[02:26.17] | |
[02:50.72] | The cramps in my hands grow more intense with each |
[02:55.69] | Tik, tik, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap on the keys |
[03:02.74] | My social life is at an end so it seems to be |
[03:09.85] | |
[03:20.48] | Why don't I trample on your lawn today? |
[03:23.94] | |
[03:24.95] | I'll take skies of blue, turn over skies of grey |
[03:30.42] | I write between the lines |
[03:33.76] | I deal with fantasy |
[03:35.21] | I am the pressman |
[03:36.46] | Acknowledge me |
[03:39.04] | |
[04:48.52] | Mother always told me never stray too far from home |
[04:52.11] | |
[04:54.69] | The little lady said, boy, youll never have to be alone, |
[04:59.76] | Because, |
[05:00.14] | You build with fountain pen |
[05:01.33] | You create the memory stain |
[05:02.71] | You are the pressman |
[05:03.85] | Stand up straight, boy |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Claypool, Primus |
[00:01.53] | Artist: primus |
[00:05.11] | Songs Title: the pressman |
[00:08.49] | |
[00:20.49] | By the light of the lamp I sit to type my notes on tab at my side |
[00:27.98] | |
[00:32.63] | I don' t see the sun much these days |
[00:35.66] | |
[00:37.42] | A fluorescent tan covers my hide |
[00:42.32] | |
[00:47.98] | How much impact shall I have this time? |
[00:51.26] | |
[00:52.46] | My goal today is to reac the deadline |
[00:56.54] | |
[00:57.05] | I write between the lines |
[00:58.88] | I deal with fantasy |
[01:01.58] | I report the facts |
[01:03.28] | Give to them me, please |
[01:06.00] | |
[01:21.11] | Ham and egg sald on white bread keeps me company on nights like this |
[01:30.30] | |
[01:33.50] | A pack of metholated cigarettes keeps my air nice and thick |
[01:42.32] | |
[01:46.53] | When I write, words flow like coins from a candy box |
[01:52.25] | |
[01:53.14] | Get out of my way |
[01:55.09] | I' ve got something to say |
[01:56.72] | |
[02:24.28] | The pulse is beating louder now |
[02:26.17] | |
[02:50.72] | The cramps in my hands grow more intense with each |
[02:55.69] | Tik, tik, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap on the keys |
[03:02.74] | My social life is at an end so it seems to be |
[03:09.85] | |
[03:20.48] | Why don' t I trample on your lawn today? |
[03:23.94] | |
[03:24.95] | I' ll take skies of blue, turn over skies of grey |
[03:30.42] | I write between the lines |
[03:33.76] | I deal with fantasy |
[03:35.21] | I am the pressman |
[03:36.46] | Acknowledge me |
[03:39.04] | |
[04:48.52] | Mother always told me never stray too far from home |
[04:52.11] | |
[04:54.69] | The little lady said, boy, youll never have to be alone, |
[04:59.76] | Because, |
[05:00.14] | You build with fountain pen |
[05:01.33] | You create the memory stain |
[05:02.71] | You are the pressman |
[05:03.85] | Stand up straight, boy |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Claypool, Primus |
[00:01.53] | Artist: primus |
[00:05.11] | Songs Title: the pressman |
[00:08.49] | |
[00:20.49] | By the light of the lamp I sit to type my notes on tab at my side |
[00:27.98] | |
[00:32.63] | I don' t see the sun much these days |
[00:35.66] | |
[00:37.42] | A fluorescent tan covers my hide |
[00:42.32] | |
[00:47.98] | How much impact shall I have this time? |
[00:51.26] | |
[00:52.46] | My goal today is to reac the deadline |
[00:56.54] | |
[00:57.05] | I write between the lines |
[00:58.88] | I deal with fantasy |
[01:01.58] | I report the facts |
[01:03.28] | Give to them me, please |
[01:06.00] | |
[01:21.11] | Ham and egg sald on white bread keeps me company on nights like this |
[01:30.30] | |
[01:33.50] | A pack of metholated cigarettes keeps my air nice and thick |
[01:42.32] | |
[01:46.53] | When I write, words flow like coins from a candy box |
[01:52.25] | |
[01:53.14] | Get out of my way |
[01:55.09] | I' ve got something to say |
[01:56.72] | |
[02:24.28] | The pulse is beating louder now |
[02:26.17] | |
[02:50.72] | The cramps in my hands grow more intense with each |
[02:55.69] | Tik, tik, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap on the keys |
[03:02.74] | My social life is at an end so it seems to be |
[03:09.85] | |
[03:20.48] | Why don' t I trample on your lawn today? |
[03:23.94] | |
[03:24.95] | I' ll take skies of blue, turn over skies of grey |
[03:30.42] | I write between the lines |
[03:33.76] | I deal with fantasy |
[03:35.21] | I am the pressman |
[03:36.46] | Acknowledge me |
[03:39.04] | |
[04:48.52] | Mother always told me never stray too far from home |
[04:52.11] | |
[04:54.69] | The little lady said, boy, youll never have to be alone, |
[04:59.76] | Because, |
[05:00.14] | You build with fountain pen |
[05:01.33] | You create the memory stain |
[05:02.71] | You are the pressman |
[05:03.85] | Stand up straight, boy |