歌曲 | Acorns |
歌手 | Max Tundra |
专辑 | Mastered by Guy at The Exchange |
作曲 : Jacobs | |
Spitting blood in a sink in a German hotel bathroom | |
A wet clot of red gum juice, souvenir of wisdom's ration | |
Rinsing face, drying hair, humming "Oh Engineer" by the brothers Larcombe | |
Thinking of the bands I never got a chance to spend my cash on | |
Ché and his Caballero chucked it in when I said I liked them | |
Now I'll never catch them in a smoky room on Highbury Corner | |
I shall weep for them another day because I'm at the fulcrum | |
Of the Voodoo graveyard see-saw and I'm not the only mourner | |
What do we do when our friends split up? | |
Five little sevens then belly up | |
There's no more ash, no more soda pop | |
Why did those five have to make it stop? | |
At least we have Storm And Stress to show for the DC Implosion | |
Mushrooms grown on an upstairs Smalley wall | |
Are chopped down and moved away from | |
Five icemen melt without hint of a reforming notion | |
And the clan I saw perform the most give a bow and leave my kingdom | |
Talented friends and 25 eclipse the work of certain strummers | |
Steel-string chords and a railway or a globe, or Mr. Bickle's nonsense | |
Who can rescue us from the Embrace of these Monsoonless summers? | |
Don't rely on magic, friends because in rock there are no constants | |
What do we do when our friends split up? | |
Is there no way they can make it up? | |
If you bump into my penta friends | |
Be sure to ask if they meant to end |
zuò qǔ : Jacobs | |
Spitting blood in a sink in a German hotel bathroom | |
A wet clot of red gum juice, souvenir of wisdom' s ration | |
Rinsing face, drying hair, humming " Oh Engineer" by the brothers Larcombe | |
Thinking of the bands I never got a chance to spend my cash on | |
Ché and his Caballero chucked it in when I said I liked them | |
Now I' ll never catch them in a smoky room on Highbury Corner | |
I shall weep for them another day because I' m at the fulcrum | |
Of the Voodoo graveyard seesaw and I' m not the only mourner | |
What do we do when our friends split up? | |
Five little sevens then belly up | |
There' s no more ash, no more soda pop | |
Why did those five have to make it stop? | |
At least we have Storm And Stress to show for the DC Implosion | |
Mushrooms grown on an upstairs Smalley wall | |
Are chopped down and moved away from | |
Five icemen melt without hint of a reforming notion | |
And the clan I saw perform the most give a bow and leave my kingdom | |
Talented friends and 25 eclipse the work of certain strummers | |
Steelstring chords and a railway or a globe, or Mr. Bickle' s nonsense | |
Who can rescue us from the Embrace of these Monsoonless summers? | |
Don' t rely on magic, friends because in rock there are no constants | |
What do we do when our friends split up? | |
Is there no way they can make it up? | |
If you bump into my penta friends | |
Be sure to ask if they meant to end |