歌曲 | The Old Plantation |
歌手 | The Minus 5 |
专辑 | Down With Wilco |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : McCaughey | |
The old plantation has been abandoned | |
The love is gone, yeah, the love is gone | |
New hieroglyphics braid the columns | |
Kids on the M train baptize the lawns | |
Your floating jukebox stuck on "I'll Get You" | |
So lost at sea, yeah, so lost at sea | |
You watch the rations, you man the spyglass | |
So far from Memphis, rivers from me | |
But did you ever really try to peel away the sky? | |
Neither did I | |
The master bedroom, its shutters hanging | |
It's no museum, it's no museum | |
The fields are barren but for a bonfire | |
A pile of empties in the mausoleum | |
God bless the shelter, so bruised and battered | |
God bless the sky, God bless the days | |
The old plantation is like a sore now | |
A home for maggots, but don't turn away | |
Don't turn away until you try to peel away the sky |
zuo qu : McCaughey | |
The old plantation has been abandoned | |
The love is gone, yeah, the love is gone | |
New hieroglyphics braid the columns | |
Kids on the M train baptize the lawns | |
Your floating jukebox stuck on " I' ll Get You" | |
So lost at sea, yeah, so lost at sea | |
You watch the rations, you man the spyglass | |
So far from Memphis, rivers from me | |
But did you ever really try to peel away the sky? | |
Neither did I | |
The master bedroom, its shutters hanging | |
It' s no museum, it' s no museum | |
The fields are barren but for a bonfire | |
A pile of empties in the mausoleum | |
God bless the shelter, so bruised and battered | |
God bless the sky, God bless the days | |
The old plantation is like a sore now | |
A home for maggots, but don' t turn away | |
Don' t turn away until you try to peel away the sky |
zuò qǔ : McCaughey | |
The old plantation has been abandoned | |
The love is gone, yeah, the love is gone | |
New hieroglyphics braid the columns | |
Kids on the M train baptize the lawns | |
Your floating jukebox stuck on " I' ll Get You" | |
So lost at sea, yeah, so lost at sea | |
You watch the rations, you man the spyglass | |
So far from Memphis, rivers from me | |
But did you ever really try to peel away the sky? | |
Neither did I | |
The master bedroom, its shutters hanging | |
It' s no museum, it' s no museum | |
The fields are barren but for a bonfire | |
A pile of empties in the mausoleum | |
God bless the shelter, so bruised and battered | |
God bless the sky, God bless the days | |
The old plantation is like a sore now | |
A home for maggots, but don' t turn away | |
Don' t turn away until you try to peel away the sky |