Bad Entropy 歌词
| 歌曲 | Bad Entropy |
| 歌手 | Why? |
| 专辑 | Oaklandazulasylum |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Why? |
| [00:00.948] | In la'kesh, I'll hold my breath 'til I'm blue |
| [00:13.005] | Until the next time I see you |
| [00:19.517] | |
| [00:24.689] | I'm recording the vocals in my underwear |
| [00:31.669] | Your shit sounds like you recorded in a hoodie on a hot day |
| [00:37.815] | With a ****in' ball cap, tilted to cover your right eye |
| [00:43.235] | Your shit is fake, you're play acting |
| [00:49.287] | This ain't drama class |
| [00:51.319] | It's unhealthy, it's only boosting your bipolarity |
| [00:55.294] | |
| [00:59.825] | Until the handkerchief of history |
| [01:02.480] | Covers us with its Times New Roman black-and-white postscript |
| [01:07.108] | I will wear lavender shirts in yellow painted public restrooms |
| [01:11.371] | Looking like Art Deco in my September complexion and |
| [01:15.546] | Red against blue skies and have those pictures taken |
| [01:18.710] | To be proof against the dull mood of your high school history teacher |
| [01:22.478] | That we wore color |
| [01:23.758] | That we distributed the seeds of dead dandelions |
| [01:27.540] | In cement-surrounded city parks |
| [01:29.995] | That we let our skin soak up the sun |
| [01:31.995] | Despite the advice of modern science |
| [01:34.433] | That we sometimes wore our hair long |
| [01:36.323] | And let it curl and never combed it or put it in braids |
| [01:39.230] | That we taught ourselves to play the pots and pans |
| [01:41.814] | So that we would have something honest to dance to |
| [01:44.308] | Something soulful to sing to |
| [01:46.004] | And sometimes we had trouble seeing past our own reflections in the bedroom window |
| [01:51.383] | Because it was dark outside |
| [01:53.893] | And the fluorescents inside left shadows under our chests |
| [01:57.717] | And sculpted the torso to look its Friday night fittest |
| [02:01.505] | Yeah, I'm vain |
| [02:02.688] | There was life here before there wasn't |
| [02:04.617] | And before that there wasn't |
| [02:06.575] | But seagulls still ate shallow water fish |
| [02:09.793] | Morning boys still cast tall shadows |
| [02:13.519] | And all the while the stars are slowly separating |
| [02:16.913] | |
| [02:33.459] | Elizabeth, I don't know what you expect |
| [02:41.016] | I just wanna hide my face |
| [02:44.736] | In the space between your breasts |
| [02:49.295] | |
| [02:49.697] | In la'kesh, I've got no heart pumpin' my chest |
| [02:56.428] | I'll have to leave me praying |
| [03:00.058] | In the cradle of your flesh |
| [03:04.309] | |
| [03:04.867] | Elizabeth, I don't know what you expect |
| [03:11.715] | I just want to leave my breath |
| [03:15.413] | And get between your legs |
| [03:19.761] | |
| [03:20.266] | In la'kesh try and leave me again |
| [03:26.759] | I'll say "Hello" |
| [03:28.593] | You'll say |
| [03:29.733] | |
| [03:31.309] | And end will be end |
| [03:35.282] | |
| [03:47.587] | Okay |
| [03:48.344] | |
| [03:55.870] | These are songs to be listened to after I'm dead (dead dead dead) |
| [04:00.201] | When old women start wearing their hair grey |
| [04:03.838] | These are songs to help an ant find its shadow |
| [04:07.774] | Songs to bump in your Beam Cruiser 2060 |
| [04:11.690] | Top down, hair blowing in the absence of air |
| [04:17.506] | Whooming to the shhhhhh |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Why? |
| [00:00.948] | In la' kesh, I' ll hold my breath ' til I' m blue |
| [00:13.005] | Until the next time I see you |
| [00:19.517] | |
| [00:24.689] | I' m recording the vocals in my underwear |
| [00:31.669] | Your shit sounds like you recorded in a hoodie on a hot day |
| [00:37.815] | With a in' ball cap, tilted to cover your right eye |
| [00:43.235] | Your shit is fake, you' re play acting |
| [00:49.287] | This ain' t drama class |
| [00:51.319] | It' s unhealthy, it' s only boosting your bipolarity |
| [00:55.294] | |
| [00:59.825] | Until the handkerchief of history |
| [01:02.480] | Covers us with its Times New Roman blackandwhite postscript |
| [01:07.108] | I will wear lavender shirts in yellow painted public restrooms |
| [01:11.371] | Looking like Art Deco in my September complexion and |
| [01:15.546] | Red against blue skies and have those pictures taken |
| [01:18.710] | To be proof against the dull mood of your high school history teacher |
| [01:22.478] | That we wore color |
| [01:23.758] | That we distributed the seeds of dead dandelions |
| [01:27.540] | In cementsurrounded city parks |
| [01:29.995] | That we let our skin soak up the sun |
| [01:31.995] | Despite the advice of modern science |
| [01:34.433] | That we sometimes wore our hair long |
| [01:36.323] | And let it curl and never combed it or put it in braids |
| [01:39.230] | That we taught ourselves to play the pots and pans |
| [01:41.814] | So that we would have something honest to dance to |
| [01:44.308] | Something soulful to sing to |
| [01:46.004] | And sometimes we had trouble seeing past our own reflections in the bedroom window |
| [01:51.383] | Because it was dark outside |
| [01:53.893] | And the fluorescents inside left shadows under our chests |
| [01:57.717] | And sculpted the torso to look its Friday night fittest |
| [02:01.505] | Yeah, I' m vain |
| [02:02.688] | There was life here before there wasn' t |
| [02:04.617] | And before that there wasn' t |
| [02:06.575] | But seagulls still ate shallow water fish |
| [02:09.793] | Morning boys still cast tall shadows |
| [02:13.519] | And all the while the stars are slowly separating |
| [02:16.913] | |
| [02:33.459] | Elizabeth, I don' t know what you expect |
| [02:41.016] | I just wanna hide my face |
| [02:44.736] | In the space between your breasts |
| [02:49.295] | |
| [02:49.697] | In la' kesh, I' ve got no heart pumpin' my chest |
| [02:56.428] | I' ll have to leave me praying |
| [03:00.058] | In the cradle of your flesh |
| [03:04.309] | |
| [03:04.867] | Elizabeth, I don' t know what you expect |
| [03:11.715] | I just want to leave my breath |
| [03:15.413] | And get between your legs |
| [03:19.761] | |
| [03:20.266] | In la' kesh try and leave me again |
| [03:26.759] | I' ll say " Hello" |
| [03:28.593] | You' ll say |
| [03:29.733] | |
| [03:31.309] | And end will be end |
| [03:35.282] | |
| [03:47.587] | Okay |
| [03:48.344] | |
| [03:55.870] | These are songs to be listened to after I' m dead dead dead dead |
| [04:00.201] | When old women start wearing their hair grey |
| [04:03.838] | These are songs to help an ant find its shadow |
| [04:07.774] | Songs to bump in your Beam Cruiser 2060 |
| [04:11.690] | Top down, hair blowing in the absence of air |
| [04:17.506] | Whooming to the shhhhhh |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Why? |
| [00:00.948] | In la' kesh, I' ll hold my breath ' til I' m blue |
| [00:13.005] | Until the next time I see you |
| [00:19.517] | |
| [00:24.689] | I' m recording the vocals in my underwear |
| [00:31.669] | Your shit sounds like you recorded in a hoodie on a hot day |
| [00:37.815] | With a in' ball cap, tilted to cover your right eye |
| [00:43.235] | Your shit is fake, you' re play acting |
| [00:49.287] | This ain' t drama class |
| [00:51.319] | It' s unhealthy, it' s only boosting your bipolarity |
| [00:55.294] | |
| [00:59.825] | Until the handkerchief of history |
| [01:02.480] | Covers us with its Times New Roman blackandwhite postscript |
| [01:07.108] | I will wear lavender shirts in yellow painted public restrooms |
| [01:11.371] | Looking like Art Deco in my September complexion and |
| [01:15.546] | Red against blue skies and have those pictures taken |
| [01:18.710] | To be proof against the dull mood of your high school history teacher |
| [01:22.478] | That we wore color |
| [01:23.758] | That we distributed the seeds of dead dandelions |
| [01:27.540] | In cementsurrounded city parks |
| [01:29.995] | That we let our skin soak up the sun |
| [01:31.995] | Despite the advice of modern science |
| [01:34.433] | That we sometimes wore our hair long |
| [01:36.323] | And let it curl and never combed it or put it in braids |
| [01:39.230] | That we taught ourselves to play the pots and pans |
| [01:41.814] | So that we would have something honest to dance to |
| [01:44.308] | Something soulful to sing to |
| [01:46.004] | And sometimes we had trouble seeing past our own reflections in the bedroom window |
| [01:51.383] | Because it was dark outside |
| [01:53.893] | And the fluorescents inside left shadows under our chests |
| [01:57.717] | And sculpted the torso to look its Friday night fittest |
| [02:01.505] | Yeah, I' m vain |
| [02:02.688] | There was life here before there wasn' t |
| [02:04.617] | And before that there wasn' t |
| [02:06.575] | But seagulls still ate shallow water fish |
| [02:09.793] | Morning boys still cast tall shadows |
| [02:13.519] | And all the while the stars are slowly separating |
| [02:16.913] | |
| [02:33.459] | Elizabeth, I don' t know what you expect |
| [02:41.016] | I just wanna hide my face |
| [02:44.736] | In the space between your breasts |
| [02:49.295] | |
| [02:49.697] | In la' kesh, I' ve got no heart pumpin' my chest |
| [02:56.428] | I' ll have to leave me praying |
| [03:00.058] | In the cradle of your flesh |
| [03:04.309] | |
| [03:04.867] | Elizabeth, I don' t know what you expect |
| [03:11.715] | I just want to leave my breath |
| [03:15.413] | And get between your legs |
| [03:19.761] | |
| [03:20.266] | In la' kesh try and leave me again |
| [03:26.759] | I' ll say " Hello" |
| [03:28.593] | You' ll say |
| [03:29.733] | |
| [03:31.309] | And end will be end |
| [03:35.282] | |
| [03:47.587] | Okay |
| [03:48.344] | |
| [03:55.870] | These are songs to be listened to after I' m dead dead dead dead |
| [04:00.201] | When old women start wearing their hair grey |
| [04:03.838] | These are songs to help an ant find its shadow |
| [04:07.774] | Songs to bump in your Beam Cruiser 2060 |
| [04:11.690] | Top down, hair blowing in the absence of air |
| [04:17.506] | Whooming to the shhhhhh |
| [00:00.948] | 以拉凯什之名 我屏息至面颊发青 |
| [00:13.005] | 直到下次与你重逢 |
| [00:19.517] | |
| [00:24.689] | 我正穿着内裤录制人声 |
| [00:31.669] | 你的烂作品像在大热天套着帽衫录成 |
| [00:37.815] | 还他妈歪戴棒球帽遮住右眼 |
| [00:43.235] | 假模假式 全是演技 |
| [00:49.287] | 这儿不是戏剧课堂 |
| [00:51.319] | 病态行为 只会加剧你的双相障碍 |
| [00:55.294] | |
| [00:59.825] | 直到历史的手帕 |
| [01:02.480] | 用Times New Roman黑白后记将我们掩藏 |
| [01:07.108] | 我仍要穿着薰衣草衬衫 走进黄色公厕 |
| [01:11.371] | 九月肤色映着装饰艺术风格 |
| [01:15.546] | 红衫衬碧空 特意留影存证 |
| [01:18.710] | 对抗你高中历史老师的沉闷说教 |
| [01:22.478] | 我们曾绚丽多彩 |
| [01:23.758] | 我们曾播撒枯蒲公英的种子 |
| [01:27.540] | 在水泥包围的城市公园 |
| [01:29.995] | 任肌肤吸收阳光 |
| [01:31.995] | 无视现代科学的警告 |
| [01:34.433] | 我们偶尔蓄发 |
| [01:36.323] | 任卷发蓬乱 不编辫也不梳理 |
| [01:39.230] | 自学敲打锅碗瓢盆 |
| [01:41.814] | 只为伴着真诚节拍起舞 |
| [01:44.308] | 和着灵魂旋律歌唱 |
| [01:46.004] | 有时我们难以看透卧室窗上的倒影 |
| [01:51.383] | 因窗外漆黑 |
| [01:53.893] | 荧光灯在胸前投下阴影 |
| [01:57.717] | 雕塑出周五夜最完美的躯干线条 |
| [02:01.505] | 没错 我虚荣 |
| [02:02.688] | 存在过生机 而后湮灭 |
| [02:04.617] | 更早之前亦是虚无 |
| [02:06.575] | 但海鸥仍啄食浅水鱼 |
| [02:09.793] | 晨间少年依旧投下修长影子 |
| [02:13.519] | 群星始终在缓缓分离 |
| [02:16.913] | |
| [02:33.459] | 伊丽莎白 我不懂你的期许 |
| [02:41.016] | 只想将脸庞深埋 |
| [02:44.736] | 在你双峰间的沟壑 |
| [02:49.295] | |
| [02:49.697] | 以拉凯什之名 我胸膛再无心跳 |
| [02:56.428] | 唯留祈祷之躯 |
| [03:00.058] | 蜷缩于你血肉筑成的摇篮 |
| [03:04.309] | |
| [03:04.867] | 伊丽莎白 我不懂你的期许 |
| [03:11.715] | 只想留下喘息 |
| [03:15.413] | 沉入你双腿之间 |
| [03:19.761] | |
| [03:20.266] | 以拉凯什之名 若你再试图离去 |
| [03:26.759] | 我会道"你好" |
| [03:28.593] | 你将 |
| [03:29.733] | |
| [03:31.309] | 而终局即是终局 |
| [03:35.282] | |
| [03:47.587] | 好吧 |
| [03:48.344] | |
| [03:55.870] | 这些歌待我死后聆听（死后死后） |
| [04:00.201] | 当老妇任灰发肆意生长 |
| [04:03.838] | 这些歌助蚂蚁寻找身影 |
| [04:07.774] | 在Beam Cruiser 2060里播放 |
| [04:11.690] | 敞篷行驶 发丝在真空里飘扬 |
| [04:17.506] | 轰鸣渐弱成嘘声 |
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