| 作曲 : Wagner | |
| The gold stereo | |
| Stretches out the sound | |
| Turns the plates until they're rounded | |
| The whole that you know | |
| Gets closer to the ground | |
| Closer to that thing you found | |
| For all our massive brains | |
| To call on choked remains | |
| It's painful | |
| It's certain | |
| That something's bound to break | |
| (inside) | |
| This house is not alone | |
| I'm kicking 'round here somewhere | |
| So check behind the ancient speaker | |
| Like painful southern bliss | |
| Pured upon like caramel | |
| And garnished with some crushed pecans | |
| To grow is not to grind | |
| To mope is not to mind | |
| The old cap | |
| The geezer | |
| The 15 second teaser | |
| Behold and you know | |
| Everyone's a ringer | |
| He's not even a very good singer | |
| The dirt on the tracks | |
| Has hardened into clusters | |
| Earthen legs and honey mustard | |
| A storm is closing in | |
| Our leaves start to spin | |
| It's getting | |
| Much later | |
| I wish I heard your radio | |
| (tonight) | |
| The people in the rain | |
| Are staring through our backs | |
| Wishing you had half a brain | |
| For all our little pain | |
| Tender is the mangle | |
| The science diet the ivory tangle | |
| The world goes away | |
| Each every stinking day | |
| I'm getting | |
| Much better | |
| This night's little upsetter | |
| The kids out in the street | |
| Take their toys and break them | |
| Look at them, then walk away | |
| The guy on the cross | |
| Is holier than I | |
| But then again he's made from plastic | |
| For all our massive brains | |
| To call on choked remains | |
| It's painful | |
| It's certain | |
| That something's bound to break | |
| (inside) | |
| There's cattle tied witha a chain | |
| Pinch the weeping Willie | |
| I know it's dumb, but sometimes I'm silly | |
| I crawl out of the rain | |
| Think of me as fetal | |
| Think of me as the fifth Beatle |
| zuo qu : Wagner | |
| The gold stereo | |
| Stretches out the sound | |
| Turns the plates until they' re rounded | |
| The whole that you know | |
| Gets closer to the ground | |
| Closer to that thing you found | |
| For all our massive brains | |
| To call on choked remains | |
| It' s painful | |
| It' s certain | |
| That something' s bound to break | |
| inside | |
| This house is not alone | |
| I' m kicking ' round here somewhere | |
| So check behind the ancient speaker | |
| Like painful southern bliss | |
| Pured upon like caramel | |
| And garnished with some crushed pecans | |
| To grow is not to grind | |
| To mope is not to mind | |
| The old cap | |
| The geezer | |
| The 15 second teaser | |
| Behold and you know | |
| Everyone' s a ringer | |
| He' s not even a very good singer | |
| The dirt on the tracks | |
| Has hardened into clusters | |
| Earthen legs and honey mustard | |
| A storm is closing in | |
| Our leaves start to spin | |
| It' s getting | |
| Much later | |
| I wish I heard your radio | |
| tonight | |
| The people in the rain | |
| Are staring through our backs | |
| Wishing you had half a brain | |
| For all our little pain | |
| Tender is the mangle | |
| The science diet the ivory tangle | |
| The world goes away | |
| Each every stinking day | |
| I' m getting | |
| Much better | |
| This night' s little upsetter | |
| The kids out in the street | |
| Take their toys and break them | |
| Look at them, then walk away | |
| The guy on the cross | |
| Is holier than I | |
| But then again he' s made from plastic | |
| For all our massive brains | |
| To call on choked remains | |
| It' s painful | |
| It' s certain | |
| That something' s bound to break | |
| inside | |
| There' s cattle tied witha a chain | |
| Pinch the weeping Willie | |
| I know it' s dumb, but sometimes I' m silly | |
| I crawl out of the rain | |
| Think of me as fetal | |
| Think of me as the fifth Beatle |
| zuò qǔ : Wagner | |
| The gold stereo | |
| Stretches out the sound | |
| Turns the plates until they' re rounded | |
| The whole that you know | |
| Gets closer to the ground | |
| Closer to that thing you found | |
| For all our massive brains | |
| To call on choked remains | |
| It' s painful | |
| It' s certain | |
| That something' s bound to break | |
| inside | |
| This house is not alone | |
| I' m kicking ' round here somewhere | |
| So check behind the ancient speaker | |
| Like painful southern bliss | |
| Pured upon like caramel | |
| And garnished with some crushed pecans | |
| To grow is not to grind | |
| To mope is not to mind | |
| The old cap | |
| The geezer | |
| The 15 second teaser | |
| Behold and you know | |
| Everyone' s a ringer | |
| He' s not even a very good singer | |
| The dirt on the tracks | |
| Has hardened into clusters | |
| Earthen legs and honey mustard | |
| A storm is closing in | |
| Our leaves start to spin | |
| It' s getting | |
| Much later | |
| I wish I heard your radio | |
| tonight | |
| The people in the rain | |
| Are staring through our backs | |
| Wishing you had half a brain | |
| For all our little pain | |
| Tender is the mangle | |
| The science diet the ivory tangle | |
| The world goes away | |
| Each every stinking day | |
| I' m getting | |
| Much better | |
| This night' s little upsetter | |
| The kids out in the street | |
| Take their toys and break them | |
| Look at them, then walk away | |
| The guy on the cross | |
| Is holier than I | |
| But then again he' s made from plastic | |
| For all our massive brains | |
| To call on choked remains | |
| It' s painful | |
| It' s certain | |
| That something' s bound to break | |
| inside | |
| There' s cattle tied witha a chain | |
| Pinch the weeping Willie | |
| I know it' s dumb, but sometimes I' m silly | |
| I crawl out of the rain | |
| Think of me as fetal | |
| Think of me as the fifth Beatle |
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