歌曲 | Cavalettas |
歌手 | The Mars Volta |
专辑 | The Bedlam in Goliath |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : BixlerZavala, Lopez | |
A salty ring of night fatigue | |
When I get, get, get the sweats from you listening | |
Primordial cymatics giving birth into reverse | |
Serated mare ephemera undo her mother’s curse | |
So if you break me a mirror | |
Hang the broken pieces of a place that isn’t here | |
So if you don’t hide that guilty smile | |
Condolences won’t go away | |
The coins you bring left footprints, blind thirst and | |
Braille liquor | |
My bed is stained with fractures year after vitiated year | |
Four corners you are touching, they will liberate my need | |
Bite marks in the menagerie with infidel teeth | |
So please break me a mirror | |
Hang the broken pieces of a place that isn’t here | |
So if you don’t hide that guilty smile | |
Condolences won’t go away | |
Is there something out there waiting to take hold | |
When that whore won’t answer, who is in control? | |
And the names you planted, drop the seed into a hole | |
And the names you planted, drop the seed into a hole | |
If you force me often, | |
I might jump off the board | |
I am a deaf con of angora goats | |
Warning you all who pass this note | |
It’s only a matter of folding time and space | |
Before I become your epidemic | |
Is this your first time at my conventicle? | |
You better not talk if you came here for semantics | |
It’s only a matter of folding time and space | |
Before I become your epidemic | |
Don’t ignore my presence, hidden reads the scroll | |
By the time | |
I asked her, the earth fell off the tongue | |
What once was laughter, corrosive | |
I becameWhat once was laughter, corrosive | |
I becameWhere a scarlet bruise grows, sprout the fault we own | |
I am a deaf con of angora goats | |
Warning you all who pass this note | |
It’s only a matter of folding time and space | |
Before I become your epidemic | |
Is this your first time at my conventicle? | |
You better not talk if you came here for semantics | |
It’s only a matter of folding time and space | |
Before I become your epidemic | |
Don’t hide your guilty fright | |
Condolences won’t go away | |
You’ve got that guilty smile | |
That culminated in bedlam | |
Don’t hide your guilty fright | |
Condolences won’t go away | |
You’ve got that guilty smile | |
That culminated in bedlam | |
Don’t hide your guilty fright | |
Condolences won’t go away | |
You’ve got that guilty smile | |
That culminated in bedlam | |
Don’t hide your guilty fright | |
Condolences won’t go away | |
You’ve got that guilty smile | |
That culminated in bedlam | |
I am a deaf con of angora goats | |
Warning you all who pass this note | |
It’s only a matter of folding time and space | |
Before I become your epidemic | |
Is this your first time at this conventicle? | |
You better not talk if you came here for semantics | |
It’s only a matter of folding time and space | |
Before I become your epidemic |
zuo qu : BixlerZavala, Lopez | |
A salty ring of night fatigue | |
When I get, get, get the sweats from you listening | |
Primordial cymatics giving birth into reverse | |
Serated mare ephemera undo her mother' s curse | |
So if you break me a mirror | |
Hang the broken pieces of a place that isn' t here | |
So if you don' t hide that guilty smile | |
Condolences won' t go away | |
The coins you bring left footprints, blind thirst and | |
Braille liquor | |
My bed is stained with fractures year after vitiated year | |
Four corners you are touching, they will liberate my need | |
Bite marks in the menagerie with infidel teeth | |
So please break me a mirror | |
Hang the broken pieces of a place that isn' t here | |
So if you don' t hide that guilty smile | |
Condolences won' t go away | |
Is there something out there waiting to take hold | |
When that whore won' t answer, who is in control? | |
And the names you planted, drop the seed into a hole | |
And the names you planted, drop the seed into a hole | |
If you force me often, | |
I might jump off the board | |
I am a deaf con of angora goats | |
Warning you all who pass this note | |
It' s only a matter of folding time and space | |
Before I become your epidemic | |
Is this your first time at my conventicle? | |
You better not talk if you came here for semantics | |
It' s only a matter of folding time and space | |
Before I become your epidemic | |
Don' t ignore my presence, hidden reads the scroll | |
By the time | |
I asked her, the earth fell off the tongue | |
What once was laughter, corrosive | |
I becameWhat once was laughter, corrosive | |
I becameWhere a scarlet bruise grows, sprout the fault we own | |
I am a deaf con of angora goats | |
Warning you all who pass this note | |
It' s only a matter of folding time and space | |
Before I become your epidemic | |
Is this your first time at my conventicle? | |
You better not talk if you came here for semantics | |
It' s only a matter of folding time and space | |
Before I become your epidemic | |
Don' t hide your guilty fright | |
Condolences won' t go away | |
You' ve got that guilty smile | |
That culminated in bedlam | |
Don' t hide your guilty fright | |
Condolences won' t go away | |
You' ve got that guilty smile | |
That culminated in bedlam | |
Don' t hide your guilty fright | |
Condolences won' t go away | |
You' ve got that guilty smile | |
That culminated in bedlam | |
Don' t hide your guilty fright | |
Condolences won' t go away | |
You' ve got that guilty smile | |
That culminated in bedlam | |
I am a deaf con of angora goats | |
Warning you all who pass this note | |
It' s only a matter of folding time and space | |
Before I become your epidemic | |
Is this your first time at this conventicle? | |
You better not talk if you came here for semantics | |
It' s only a matter of folding time and space | |
Before I become your epidemic |
zuò qǔ : BixlerZavala, Lopez | |
A salty ring of night fatigue | |
When I get, get, get the sweats from you listening | |
Primordial cymatics giving birth into reverse | |
Serated mare ephemera undo her mother' s curse | |
So if you break me a mirror | |
Hang the broken pieces of a place that isn' t here | |
So if you don' t hide that guilty smile | |
Condolences won' t go away | |
The coins you bring left footprints, blind thirst and | |
Braille liquor | |
My bed is stained with fractures year after vitiated year | |
Four corners you are touching, they will liberate my need | |
Bite marks in the menagerie with infidel teeth | |
So please break me a mirror | |
Hang the broken pieces of a place that isn' t here | |
So if you don' t hide that guilty smile | |
Condolences won' t go away | |
Is there something out there waiting to take hold | |
When that whore won' t answer, who is in control? | |
And the names you planted, drop the seed into a hole | |
And the names you planted, drop the seed into a hole | |
If you force me often, | |
I might jump off the board | |
I am a deaf con of angora goats | |
Warning you all who pass this note | |
It' s only a matter of folding time and space | |
Before I become your epidemic | |
Is this your first time at my conventicle? | |
You better not talk if you came here for semantics | |
It' s only a matter of folding time and space | |
Before I become your epidemic | |
Don' t ignore my presence, hidden reads the scroll | |
By the time | |
I asked her, the earth fell off the tongue | |
What once was laughter, corrosive | |
I becameWhat once was laughter, corrosive | |
I becameWhere a scarlet bruise grows, sprout the fault we own | |
I am a deaf con of angora goats | |
Warning you all who pass this note | |
It' s only a matter of folding time and space | |
Before I become your epidemic | |
Is this your first time at my conventicle? | |
You better not talk if you came here for semantics | |
It' s only a matter of folding time and space | |
Before I become your epidemic | |
Don' t hide your guilty fright | |
Condolences won' t go away | |
You' ve got that guilty smile | |
That culminated in bedlam | |
Don' t hide your guilty fright | |
Condolences won' t go away | |
You' ve got that guilty smile | |
That culminated in bedlam | |
Don' t hide your guilty fright | |
Condolences won' t go away | |
You' ve got that guilty smile | |
That culminated in bedlam | |
Don' t hide your guilty fright | |
Condolences won' t go away | |
You' ve got that guilty smile | |
That culminated in bedlam | |
I am a deaf con of angora goats | |
Warning you all who pass this note | |
It' s only a matter of folding time and space | |
Before I become your epidemic | |
Is this your first time at this conventicle? | |
You better not talk if you came here for semantics | |
It' s only a matter of folding time and space | |
Before I become your epidemic |