歌曲 | Eric's Trip |
歌手 | Sonic Youth |
专辑 | Screaming Fields Of Sonic Love |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Thurston Moore & Kim Gordon & Lee Ranaldo & Steve Shelley | |
作词 : Sonic Youth | |
Hatred | |
I hate the past | |
I can't see anything at all, all i see is me | |
That's clear enough | |
And that's whats important, to see me | |
My eyes can focus | |
My brain is talking | |
Looks pretty good to me | |
My head's on straight, my girlfriend's beautiful | |
Looks pretty good to me | |
Sometimes i speak | |
Tonight there's nothing to say | |
Sometimes we freak | |
And laugh all day | |
Hold these pages up to the light | |
See the jacknife inside of the dream | |
A railroad runs through the record stores at night | |
Coming in for the deep freeze | |
Mary: a simple word, are you there in the country? | |
Yr eyes so full, yr head so tight | |
Can't you hear me? | |
Remember our talk | |
That day on the phone? | |
I was the door, and you were the station | |
With shattered glass and miles between us | |
We still flew away in the conversation | |
My cup is full, and i feel okay | |
The world is dull, but not today | |
She think's she's a goddess | |
She says she talks to the spirits | |
I wonder if she can talk to herself? | |
If she can bear to hear it? | |
This is eric's trip | |
We've all come to watch him slip | |
He's slipping all the way to texas | |
Can you dig it? | |
(eric says 'the sky is blue...') | |
I see with a glass eye | |
The pavement view | |
A shadow forming, across the fields rushing | |
Thru me to you | |
We tore down the world, and put up four walls | |
I breathe in the myth | |
I'm over the city, ****ing the future | |
I'm high and inside yr kiss | |
We can't see clear | |
But what we see is a alright | |
We make up what we can't hear | |
And then we sing all night | |
Scattered pages and shattered lights | |
A jacknife and a dream | |
There's something moving over there on the right | |
Like nothing i've never seen |
zuo qu : Thurston Moore Kim Gordon Lee Ranaldo Steve Shelley | |
zuo ci : Sonic Youth | |
Hatred | |
I hate the past | |
I can' t see anything at all, all i see is me | |
That' s clear enough | |
And that' s whats important, to see me | |
My eyes can focus | |
My brain is talking | |
Looks pretty good to me | |
My head' s on straight, my girlfriend' s beautiful | |
Looks pretty good to me | |
Sometimes i speak | |
Tonight there' s nothing to say | |
Sometimes we freak | |
And laugh all day | |
Hold these pages up to the light | |
See the jacknife inside of the dream | |
A railroad runs through the record stores at night | |
Coming in for the deep freeze | |
Mary: a simple word, are you there in the country? | |
Yr eyes so full, yr head so tight | |
Can' t you hear me? | |
Remember our talk | |
That day on the phone? | |
I was the door, and you were the station | |
With shattered glass and miles between us | |
We still flew away in the conversation | |
My cup is full, and i feel okay | |
The world is dull, but not today | |
She think' s she' s a goddess | |
She says she talks to the spirits | |
I wonder if she can talk to herself? | |
If she can bear to hear it? | |
This is eric' s trip | |
We' ve all come to watch him slip | |
He' s slipping all the way to texas | |
Can you dig it? | |
eric says ' the sky is blue...' | |
I see with a glass eye | |
The pavement view | |
A shadow forming, across the fields rushing | |
Thru me to you | |
We tore down the world, and put up four walls | |
I breathe in the myth | |
I' m over the city, ing the future | |
I' m high and inside yr kiss | |
We can' t see clear | |
But what we see is a alright | |
We make up what we can' t hear | |
And then we sing all night | |
Scattered pages and shattered lights | |
A jacknife and a dream | |
There' s something moving over there on the right | |
Like nothing i' ve never seen |
zuò qǔ : Thurston Moore Kim Gordon Lee Ranaldo Steve Shelley | |
zuò cí : Sonic Youth | |
Hatred | |
I hate the past | |
I can' t see anything at all, all i see is me | |
That' s clear enough | |
And that' s whats important, to see me | |
My eyes can focus | |
My brain is talking | |
Looks pretty good to me | |
My head' s on straight, my girlfriend' s beautiful | |
Looks pretty good to me | |
Sometimes i speak | |
Tonight there' s nothing to say | |
Sometimes we freak | |
And laugh all day | |
Hold these pages up to the light | |
See the jacknife inside of the dream | |
A railroad runs through the record stores at night | |
Coming in for the deep freeze | |
Mary: a simple word, are you there in the country? | |
Yr eyes so full, yr head so tight | |
Can' t you hear me? | |
Remember our talk | |
That day on the phone? | |
I was the door, and you were the station | |
With shattered glass and miles between us | |
We still flew away in the conversation | |
My cup is full, and i feel okay | |
The world is dull, but not today | |
She think' s she' s a goddess | |
She says she talks to the spirits | |
I wonder if she can talk to herself? | |
If she can bear to hear it? | |
This is eric' s trip | |
We' ve all come to watch him slip | |
He' s slipping all the way to texas | |
Can you dig it? | |
eric says ' the sky is blue...' | |
I see with a glass eye | |
The pavement view | |
A shadow forming, across the fields rushing | |
Thru me to you | |
We tore down the world, and put up four walls | |
I breathe in the myth | |
I' m over the city, ing the future | |
I' m high and inside yr kiss | |
We can' t see clear | |
But what we see is a alright | |
We make up what we can' t hear | |
And then we sing all night | |
Scattered pages and shattered lights | |
A jacknife and a dream | |
There' s something moving over there on the right | |
Like nothing i' ve never seen |