歌曲 | Beady Eyes on the Horizon |
歌手 | Jukebox the Ghost |
专辑 | Let Live and Let Ghosts |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jukebox The Ghost | |
There's a dead man hanging, slumped over the steering wheel of an interstate | |
Runaway bursting into flames | |
And the devil was gently breathing, sleeping face-down in my | |
Apartment, and like all his friends | |
I'm growing tired of his games... | |
And there's a homeless man arranging his hands, grooving to the beat | |
Radiating from a police scanner, who said "The air was feeling good toMe, just as cool and ripe as air can be," and a woman who sincerely | |
Believes in | |
UFOs and who can blame her when the stars are hanging | |
Overhead, dangling by a thread, floating ten thousand feet off the ground...(This was a story told to me when I was just the age of 17, one whichGod himself dictated to me, he said, "This is how all this shits gonnaBe when I blow your little planet into smithereens." It haunted myDreams like an accident on reply on a TV screen.) | |
She sees faces in her dreams--strange machines she'd never seen | |
Blueprints of submarines to reassemble in a time of dire need | |
And there were preachers in the desert, waving to the crowd | |
Dictating seven angry letters from a man up in the clouds | |
And there were 27 soldiers telling 27 lies | |
And a hole inside a hurricane with a pair of beady eyes | |
A pair of beady eyes looking down onto the pavement while the stars are gathered 'round | |
Because they all will want a front seat when shit starts going down | |
Because the sun is just a supernova turned the other way around! | |
There were strangers in the subway and men in limousines making deals and | |
Swapping photographs of cans of gasoline, and there are no angels in the woodwork | |
Or devils on the ground, and they are looking through a hurricane's tectonic wall of | |
Sound and a man who smokes his cigarettes the other way around and she is looking | |
In behind him from inside a wall of sound and she is dancing with the neon because | |
The air is feeling good against her arms and legs and fingertips are measuring the | |
Distance in the spaces in between me and you and all your friends when there's no | |
Time to load a weapon and no time to make amends and people frozen in their tracks | |
Staring at the sky at a hole inside a hurricane revealing... | |
A pair of beady eyes! | |
A pair of beady eyes looking down onto the pavement while the stars are gathered 'round | |
Because they all will want a front seat when shit starts going down | |
Because the sun is just a supernova turned the other way around! | |
This is not a test, this is the real thing... | |
This is not a test, this is the real thing... |
zuo qu : Jukebox The Ghost | |
There' s a dead man hanging, slumped over the steering wheel of an interstate | |
Runaway bursting into flames | |
And the devil was gently breathing, sleeping facedown in my | |
Apartment, and like all his friends | |
I' m growing tired of his games... | |
And there' s a homeless man arranging his hands, grooving to the beat | |
Radiating from a police scanner, who said " The air was feeling good toMe, just as cool and ripe as air can be," and a woman who sincerely | |
Believes in | |
UFOs and who can blame her when the stars are hanging | |
Overhead, dangling by a thread, floating ten thousand feet off the ground... This was a story told to me when I was just the age of 17, one whichGod himself dictated to me, he said, " This is how all this shits gonnaBe when I blow your little planet into smithereens." It haunted myDreams like an accident on reply on a TV screen. | |
She sees faces in her dreamsstrange machines she' d never seen | |
Blueprints of submarines to reassemble in a time of dire need | |
And there were preachers in the desert, waving to the crowd | |
Dictating seven angry letters from a man up in the clouds | |
And there were 27 soldiers telling 27 lies | |
And a hole inside a hurricane with a pair of beady eyes | |
A pair of beady eyes looking down onto the pavement while the stars are gathered ' round | |
Because they all will want a front seat when shit starts going down | |
Because the sun is just a supernova turned the other way around! | |
There were strangers in the subway and men in limousines making deals and | |
Swapping photographs of cans of gasoline, and there are no angels in the woodwork | |
Or devils on the ground, and they are looking through a hurricane' s tectonic wall of | |
Sound and a man who smokes his cigarettes the other way around and she is looking | |
In behind him from inside a wall of sound and she is dancing with the neon because | |
The air is feeling good against her arms and legs and fingertips are measuring the | |
Distance in the spaces in between me and you and all your friends when there' s no | |
Time to load a weapon and no time to make amends and people frozen in their tracks | |
Staring at the sky at a hole inside a hurricane revealing... | |
A pair of beady eyes! | |
A pair of beady eyes looking down onto the pavement while the stars are gathered ' round | |
Because they all will want a front seat when shit starts going down | |
Because the sun is just a supernova turned the other way around! | |
This is not a test, this is the real thing... | |
This is not a test, this is the real thing... |
zuò qǔ : Jukebox The Ghost | |
There' s a dead man hanging, slumped over the steering wheel of an interstate | |
Runaway bursting into flames | |
And the devil was gently breathing, sleeping facedown in my | |
Apartment, and like all his friends | |
I' m growing tired of his games... | |
And there' s a homeless man arranging his hands, grooving to the beat | |
Radiating from a police scanner, who said " The air was feeling good toMe, just as cool and ripe as air can be," and a woman who sincerely | |
Believes in | |
UFOs and who can blame her when the stars are hanging | |
Overhead, dangling by a thread, floating ten thousand feet off the ground... This was a story told to me when I was just the age of 17, one whichGod himself dictated to me, he said, " This is how all this shits gonnaBe when I blow your little planet into smithereens." It haunted myDreams like an accident on reply on a TV screen. | |
She sees faces in her dreamsstrange machines she' d never seen | |
Blueprints of submarines to reassemble in a time of dire need | |
And there were preachers in the desert, waving to the crowd | |
Dictating seven angry letters from a man up in the clouds | |
And there were 27 soldiers telling 27 lies | |
And a hole inside a hurricane with a pair of beady eyes | |
A pair of beady eyes looking down onto the pavement while the stars are gathered ' round | |
Because they all will want a front seat when shit starts going down | |
Because the sun is just a supernova turned the other way around! | |
There were strangers in the subway and men in limousines making deals and | |
Swapping photographs of cans of gasoline, and there are no angels in the woodwork | |
Or devils on the ground, and they are looking through a hurricane' s tectonic wall of | |
Sound and a man who smokes his cigarettes the other way around and she is looking | |
In behind him from inside a wall of sound and she is dancing with the neon because | |
The air is feeling good against her arms and legs and fingertips are measuring the | |
Distance in the spaces in between me and you and all your friends when there' s no | |
Time to load a weapon and no time to make amends and people frozen in their tracks | |
Staring at the sky at a hole inside a hurricane revealing... | |
A pair of beady eyes! | |
A pair of beady eyes looking down onto the pavement while the stars are gathered ' round | |
Because they all will want a front seat when shit starts going down | |
Because the sun is just a supernova turned the other way around! | |
This is not a test, this is the real thing... | |
This is not a test, this is the real thing... |