歌曲 | reflections of the marionette |
歌手 | Two Gallants |
专辑 | Two Gallants |
作曲 : Corvidae, Fontaine | |
Call the dogs and sound the horns | |
The city key of where I's born's | |
Been stolen | |
By someone I thought I knew | |
She blew in with some angel dust | |
From the southern state where love is lust | |
Yeah, I hope she's gone | |
By the time this song is through | |
Out of morn, the passers-by | |
She wets her lips, sweats her eyes | |
Baits her tongue with pity for her prey | |
(Do your best to look away) | |
And she transcends the avenue | |
A smile for me, a wink for you | |
I guess I'll take my place in yesterday | |
But darlin' I can't wait | |
For you to leave this town | |
You just got here too late | |
And no one wants you 'round | |
With one foot on my back | |
And the other on the rail | |
I don't want to see you fall | |
I want to see you fail | |
And the night is sweet, the night's divine | |
It stains your teeth with blood-red wine | |
And leaves you lyin' | |
In your enemy's arms | |
And while you mumble down the hall | |
Something 'bout a skin-made wall | |
You find you're just | |
A sucker for her charms | |
And the vanity that cakes her face | |
Sucks you in to death's embrace | |
Feel your sense of self just fade away | |
(Spread you ashes in your grave) | |
And see you're just a one man show | |
And once you're done, it's time to go | |
Hear somebody's footsteps down the way | |
But darlin' I can't wait | |
For you to leave this town | |
You just got here too late | |
And no one wants you 'round | |
With one foot on my back | |
And the other on the rail | |
I don't want to see you fall | |
I just want to see you fail | |
And the youth protests the failing light | |
With his shirt sleeves rolled in the humid night | |
He wonders when it was | |
That he went wrong | |
And in denial, while he ascends | |
To a lofty room, all dreams end | |
He watches while his footsteps | |
Lead him on | |
And in the fires, he takes his time | |
The well-worn steps, he slowly climbs | |
The final line of meathooks on display | |
(Did your conscience lose its way?) | |
And in the streets the sirens sing | |
What word they tell, what news they bring | |
The puppet and his cloak of strings obeys | |
That's just bound in suede | |
Hail the death of day | |
But darlin' I can't wait | |
For you to leave this town | |
You just got here too late | |
And no one wants you 'round | |
With one foot on my back | |
And the other on the rail | |
I don't want to see you fall | |
I want to see you fail | |
I don't want to see you fall | |
I want to see you fail |
zuò qǔ : Corvidae, Fontaine | |
Call the dogs and sound the horns | |
The city key of where I' s born' s | |
Been stolen | |
By someone I thought I knew | |
She blew in with some angel dust | |
From the southern state where love is lust | |
Yeah, I hope she' s gone | |
By the time this song is through | |
Out of morn, the passersby | |
She wets her lips, sweats her eyes | |
Baits her tongue with pity for her prey | |
Do your best to look away | |
And she transcends the avenue | |
A smile for me, a wink for you | |
I guess I' ll take my place in yesterday | |
But darlin' I can' t wait | |
For you to leave this town | |
You just got here too late | |
And no one wants you ' round | |
With one foot on my back | |
And the other on the rail | |
I don' t want to see you fall | |
I want to see you fail | |
And the night is sweet, the night' s divine | |
It stains your teeth with bloodred wine | |
And leaves you lyin' | |
In your enemy' s arms | |
And while you mumble down the hall | |
Something ' bout a skinmade wall | |
You find you' re just | |
A sucker for her charms | |
And the vanity that cakes her face | |
Sucks you in to death' s embrace | |
Feel your sense of self just fade away | |
Spread you ashes in your grave | |
And see you' re just a one man show | |
And once you' re done, it' s time to go | |
Hear somebody' s footsteps down the way | |
But darlin' I can' t wait | |
For you to leave this town | |
You just got here too late | |
And no one wants you ' round | |
With one foot on my back | |
And the other on the rail | |
I don' t want to see you fall | |
I just want to see you fail | |
And the youth protests the failing light | |
With his shirt sleeves rolled in the humid night | |
He wonders when it was | |
That he went wrong | |
And in denial, while he ascends | |
To a lofty room, all dreams end | |
He watches while his footsteps | |
Lead him on | |
And in the fires, he takes his time | |
The wellworn steps, he slowly climbs | |
The final line of meathooks on display | |
Did your conscience lose its way? | |
And in the streets the sirens sing | |
What word they tell, what news they bring | |
The puppet and his cloak of strings obeys | |
That' s just bound in suede | |
Hail the death of day | |
But darlin' I can' t wait | |
For you to leave this town | |
You just got here too late | |
And no one wants you ' round | |
With one foot on my back | |
And the other on the rail | |
I don' t want to see you fall | |
I want to see you fail | |
I don' t want to see you fall | |
I want to see you fail |