歌曲 | Stalagmites |
歌手 | The Cribs |
专辑 | In The Belly Of The Brazen Bull |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : the cribs | |
作词 : the cribs | |
We stand here in ceremonial dress, | |
With a knife in the garter. | |
Like the love you never get to feel, | |
This is the fame of the martyr. | |
You are the | |
California smile, | |
You're the cake decorator. “ | |
He has this plan which is keep doing exactly what it is you're doing and somehow everything's going to be alright. | |
And I was like, | |
I'm growing stalagmites, | |
I' don't want to be here anymore. | |
So I guess we're going to live in this haunted city forever more, | |
Where the gray creeps through your front door and all the houses look like jack'o'lanterns, exactly the same all stood in a row. | |
Glowing with the mundanity of an early evening being lived out inside.†| |
Like the rabbits with ointment in their eyes | |
Trying to focus in cages. | |
The lives are lived so what is it? | |
An hourglass or two faces? | |
We're only human is our excuse, | |
Let's just keep blaming nature. | |
My heart melts less over the years, | |
Whilst the past rings in my ears. | |
You are the | |
California smile, | |
You're the cake decorator. “ | |
So if needs be | |
I'll batter you with unrelenting dignity, | |
My mouth will be sealed tighter than a nervous clam. | |
Because all words will be meaningless when you're washed up on the sand. | |
Try not to think about the future. | |
Try not to live in the past.†| |
In the meantime | |
I'll write down all of these words | |
And sing songs of being lost then found, | |
Being loved and lost. |
zuo qu : the cribs | |
zuo ci : the cribs | |
We stand here in ceremonial dress, | |
With a knife in the garter. | |
Like the love you never get to feel, | |
This is the fame of the martyr. | |
You are the | |
California smile, | |
You' re the cake decorator. | |
He has this plan which is keep doing exactly what it is you' re doing and somehow everything' s going to be alright. | |
And I was like, | |
I' m growing stalagmites, | |
I' don' t want to be here anymore. | |
So I guess we' re going to live in this haunted city forever more, | |
Where the gray creeps through your front door and all the houses look like jack' o' lanterns, exactly the same all stood in a row. | |
Glowing with the mundanity of an early evening being lived out inside. | |
Like the rabbits with ointment in their eyes | |
Trying to focus in cages. | |
The lives are lived so what is it? | |
An hourglass or two faces? | |
We' re only human is our excuse, | |
Let' s just keep blaming nature. | |
My heart melts less over the years, | |
Whilst the past rings in my ears. | |
You are the | |
California smile, | |
You' re the cake decorator. | |
So if needs be | |
I' ll batter you with unrelenting dignity, | |
My mouth will be sealed tighter than a nervous clam. | |
Because all words will be meaningless when you' re washed up on the sand. | |
Try not to think about the future. | |
Try not to live in the past. | |
In the meantime | |
I' ll write down all of these words | |
And sing songs of being lost then found, | |
Being loved and lost. |
zuò qǔ : the cribs | |
zuò cí : the cribs | |
We stand here in ceremonial dress, | |
With a knife in the garter. | |
Like the love you never get to feel, | |
This is the fame of the martyr. | |
You are the | |
California smile, | |
You' re the cake decorator. | |
He has this plan which is keep doing exactly what it is you' re doing and somehow everything' s going to be alright. | |
And I was like, | |
I' m growing stalagmites, | |
I' don' t want to be here anymore. | |
So I guess we' re going to live in this haunted city forever more, | |
Where the gray creeps through your front door and all the houses look like jack' o' lanterns, exactly the same all stood in a row. | |
Glowing with the mundanity of an early evening being lived out inside. | |
Like the rabbits with ointment in their eyes | |
Trying to focus in cages. | |
The lives are lived so what is it? | |
An hourglass or two faces? | |
We' re only human is our excuse, | |
Let' s just keep blaming nature. | |
My heart melts less over the years, | |
Whilst the past rings in my ears. | |
You are the | |
California smile, | |
You' re the cake decorator. | |
So if needs be | |
I' ll batter you with unrelenting dignity, | |
My mouth will be sealed tighter than a nervous clam. | |
Because all words will be meaningless when you' re washed up on the sand. | |
Try not to think about the future. | |
Try not to live in the past. | |
In the meantime | |
I' ll write down all of these words | |
And sing songs of being lost then found, | |
Being loved and lost. |