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Blank Passports

	作曲 : Walsh
	if he's the singer then I'm okay
	let's walk him out in awkward rain
	and shed the vials and catch the corpse
	it comes again through reverse doors
	can it spread out? To the street?
	blank passports in the Pennsylvania heat
	well I'm the one who made you that way
	here it comes again unchained and unchanged
	serious American composers
	drift into the room
	the world had not heard of them
	they arrived too soon
	now we're making a mess of the mountain
	and trashing our rooms
	they call us heirs to the emptiness
	still we whistle their tune
	I heart the great lakes
	I shot the son
	I wore the blindfold
	I fled at dawn
	and caught the visions
	while they're inert
	it dignifies your bold cohorts
	does it commute? the sentence steep?
	22 years on the Massachusetts street
	well neither pill nor poison control
	can prop up a lifetime dig us out this hole
	serious American composers
	drift into the room
	the world had not heard of them
	they arrived too soon
	now we're making a mess of the mountain
	and trashing our rooms
	they call us heirs to the emptiness
	still we whistle their tune
	and you're living like a classical code word
	spoken as one heard
	it uttered from the podium
	and brought down to herd
	and what you should have known in the beginning
	you won't know till the end
	that the way to the exodus
	is back from where we came

	zuò qǔ : Walsh
	if he' s the singer then I' m okay
	let' s walk him out in awkward rain
	and shed the vials and catch the corpse
	it comes again through reverse doors
	can it spread out? To the street?
	blank passports in the Pennsylvania heat
	well I' m the one who made you that way
	here it comes again unchained and unchanged
	serious American composers
	drift into the room
	the world had not heard of them
	they arrived too soon
	now we' re making a mess of the mountain
	and trashing our rooms
	they call us heirs to the emptiness
	still we whistle their tune
	I heart the great lakes
	I shot the son
	I wore the blindfold
	I fled at dawn
	and caught the visions
	while they' re inert
	it dignifies your bold cohorts
	does it commute? the sentence steep?
	22 years on the Massachusetts street
	well neither pill nor poison control
	can prop up a lifetime dig us out this hole
	serious American composers
	drift into the room
	the world had not heard of them
	they arrived too soon
	now we' re making a mess of the mountain
	and trashing our rooms
	they call us heirs to the emptiness
	still we whistle their tune
	and you' re living like a classical code word
	spoken as one heard
	it uttered from the podium
	and brought down to herd
	and what you should have known in the beginning
	you won' t know till the end
	that the way to the exodus
	is back from where we came