歌曲 | Grounded |
歌手 | Pavement |
专辑 | Quarantine The Past: The Best Of Pavement |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Malkmus | |
Doctor's leaving for the holiday season | |
got crystal ice picks, no gift for the gab | |
and in the parking lot is a sedan he bought | |
he never, he never complains when it's hot | |
he phoned the foreign daughter in a sauna playing contract bridge | |
they're soaking up the fauna, doing blotters | |
I don't know which...which...which... | |
boys are dying on these streets | |
I know the medical world could knock you out | |
to sell the coins that you jayed last Thursday | |
dine by candelight and hold your savings tight | |
you never, you never know when the bridge falls apart | |
we spoke of latent causes, sterile gauzes | |
and the bedside morale | |
we traipse around the table talking sentences | |
so incomplete... please! plea! | |
boys are dying on these streets... |
zuo ci : Malkmus | |
Doctor' s leaving for the holiday season | |
got crystal ice picks, no gift for the gab | |
and in the parking lot is a sedan he bought | |
he never, he never complains when it' s hot | |
he phoned the foreign daughter in a sauna playing contract bridge | |
they' re soaking up the fauna, doing blotters | |
I don' t know which... which... which... | |
boys are dying on these streets | |
I know the medical world could knock you out | |
to sell the coins that you jayed last Thursday | |
dine by candelight and hold your savings tight | |
you never, you never know when the bridge falls apart | |
we spoke of latent causes, sterile gauzes | |
and the bedside morale | |
we traipse around the table talking sentences | |
so incomplete... please! plea! | |
boys are dying on these streets... |
zuò cí : Malkmus | |
Doctor' s leaving for the holiday season | |
got crystal ice picks, no gift for the gab | |
and in the parking lot is a sedan he bought | |
he never, he never complains when it' s hot | |
he phoned the foreign daughter in a sauna playing contract bridge | |
they' re soaking up the fauna, doing blotters | |
I don' t know which... which... which... | |
boys are dying on these streets | |
I know the medical world could knock you out | |
to sell the coins that you jayed last Thursday | |
dine by candelight and hold your savings tight | |
you never, you never know when the bridge falls apart | |
we spoke of latent causes, sterile gauzes | |
and the bedside morale | |
we traipse around the table talking sentences | |
so incomplete... please! plea! | |
boys are dying on these streets... |