歌曲 | Port Of Morrow |
歌手 | The Shins |
专辑 | Port Of Morrow |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : james mercer |
[00:40.69] | Through the rain and all the clatter |
[00:44.53] | Under the Fremont bridge I saw a pigeon fly |
[00:48.55] | Fly in fear from the raptor come to take its life |
[00:54.93] | |
[00:56.48] | And as it closed in for the capture |
[01:00.51] | I funneled the fear through my ancient eyes |
[01:05.17] | To see in flight, |
[01:06.14] | what I know are the bitter mechanics of life |
[01:10.64] | |
[01:12.85] | Under my hat it reads "the lines are all imagined" |
[01:20.70] | A fact of life I know to hide from my little girls |
[01:28.49] | I know my place amongst the bugs and all the animals |
[01:36.33] | And it's from these ordinary people you are longing to be free |
[01:47.21] | |
[01:48.07] | My hotel and on the TV |
[01:51.86] | A preacher on a stage like a buzzard cries |
[01:56.00] | Out a warning of phony sorrow, he's trying to get a rise |
[02:02.95] | |
[02:03.74] | The cyanide of an almond |
[02:07.89] | Let him look at your hands, get the angles right |
[02:11.81] | Ace of spades, port of morrow, life is death is life |
[02:18.73] | |
[02:20.26] | I saw a photograph: Cologne in '27 |
[02:28.19] | And then a postcard after the bombs in '45 |
[02:36.09] | Must've been a world of evil clowns that let it happen |
[02:42.50] | |
[02:44.44] | But now I recognize, dear listeners |
[02:48.22] | That you were there and so was I |
[02:54.14] | Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah |
[03:26.30] | |
[03:29.29] | Under my hat I know the lines are all imagined |
[03:37.25] | A fact of life I must impress on my little girls |
[03:45.16] | I know my place amongst the creatures in the pageant |
[03:53.78] | And there are flowers in the garbage, |
[03:57.95] | and a skull under your curls |
[04:02.83] | |
[04:05.32] | Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah... |
[04:54.65] | |
[04:57.12] |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : james mercer |
[00:40.69] | Through the rain and all the clatter |
[00:44.53] | Under the Fremont bridge I saw a pigeon fly |
[00:48.55] | Fly in fear from the raptor come to take its life |
[00:54.93] | |
[00:56.48] | And as it closed in for the capture |
[01:00.51] | I funneled the fear through my ancient eyes |
[01:05.17] | To see in flight, |
[01:06.14] | what I know are the bitter mechanics of life |
[01:10.64] | |
[01:12.85] | Under my hat it reads " the lines are all imagined" |
[01:20.70] | A fact of life I know to hide from my little girls |
[01:28.49] | I know my place amongst the bugs and all the animals |
[01:36.33] | And it' s from these ordinary people you are longing to be free |
[01:47.21] | |
[01:48.07] | My hotel and on the TV |
[01:51.86] | A preacher on a stage like a buzzard cries |
[01:56.00] | Out a warning of phony sorrow, he' s trying to get a rise |
[02:02.95] | |
[02:03.74] | The cyanide of an almond |
[02:07.89] | Let him look at your hands, get the angles right |
[02:11.81] | Ace of spades, port of morrow, life is death is life |
[02:18.73] | |
[02:20.26] | I saw a photograph: Cologne in ' 27 |
[02:28.19] | And then a postcard after the bombs in ' 45 |
[02:36.09] | Must' ve been a world of evil clowns that let it happen |
[02:42.50] | |
[02:44.44] | But now I recognize, dear listeners |
[02:48.22] | That you were there and so was I |
[02:54.14] | Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah |
[03:26.30] | |
[03:29.29] | Under my hat I know the lines are all imagined |
[03:37.25] | A fact of life I must impress on my little girls |
[03:45.16] | I know my place amongst the creatures in the pageant |
[03:53.78] | And there are flowers in the garbage, |
[03:57.95] | and a skull under your curls |
[04:02.83] | |
[04:05.32] | Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah... |
[04:54.65] | |
[04:57.12] |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : james mercer |
[00:40.69] | Through the rain and all the clatter |
[00:44.53] | Under the Fremont bridge I saw a pigeon fly |
[00:48.55] | Fly in fear from the raptor come to take its life |
[00:54.93] | |
[00:56.48] | And as it closed in for the capture |
[01:00.51] | I funneled the fear through my ancient eyes |
[01:05.17] | To see in flight, |
[01:06.14] | what I know are the bitter mechanics of life |
[01:10.64] | |
[01:12.85] | Under my hat it reads " the lines are all imagined" |
[01:20.70] | A fact of life I know to hide from my little girls |
[01:28.49] | I know my place amongst the bugs and all the animals |
[01:36.33] | And it' s from these ordinary people you are longing to be free |
[01:47.21] | |
[01:48.07] | My hotel and on the TV |
[01:51.86] | A preacher on a stage like a buzzard cries |
[01:56.00] | Out a warning of phony sorrow, he' s trying to get a rise |
[02:02.95] | |
[02:03.74] | The cyanide of an almond |
[02:07.89] | Let him look at your hands, get the angles right |
[02:11.81] | Ace of spades, port of morrow, life is death is life |
[02:18.73] | |
[02:20.26] | I saw a photograph: Cologne in ' 27 |
[02:28.19] | And then a postcard after the bombs in ' 45 |
[02:36.09] | Must' ve been a world of evil clowns that let it happen |
[02:42.50] | |
[02:44.44] | But now I recognize, dear listeners |
[02:48.22] | That you were there and so was I |
[02:54.14] | Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah |
[03:26.30] | |
[03:29.29] | Under my hat I know the lines are all imagined |
[03:37.25] | A fact of life I must impress on my little girls |
[03:45.16] | I know my place amongst the creatures in the pageant |
[03:53.78] | And there are flowers in the garbage, |
[03:57.95] | and a skull under your curls |
[04:02.83] | |
[04:05.32] | Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah... |
[04:54.65] | |
[04:57.12] |