歌曲 | Tree Full Of Starlings |
歌手 | The Blue Aeroplanes |
专辑 | Altitude |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Langely, Noble | |
By a tree full of starlings | |
In a park full of trees | |
I stood my stand | |
I took my ease | |
I made a decision | |
To take my rest | |
I though it would be best | |
But then I changed my mind | |
And I wrote you this letter | |
I though that might be better | |
But nothing is that comes to be | |
And everything is new | |
Nostradamus couldn't predict the future | |
And neither can you | |
If you like, I'll meet you by the foul-water interceptor | |
And take you to the City Farm | |
To drink tea with the families | |
Who feed their children sugar and homilies | |
And don't believe they could ever do harm | |
By a tree full of starlings | |
In a park full of trees | |
I stood my stand | |
I took my ease | |
I made a decision | |
To take my rest | |
I thought it would be best | |
Now where are the sparrows? | |
The starlings all know | |
They're down on the City Farm | |
Between the carry-cots and baby-gros | |
And cornets and bread-crumbs on the floor | |
More to the point | |
Where's the countryside? | |
Sandwiched between the M's 1 - infinity | |
And under the hole the ozone's left in its stocking | |
Suspend your disbelief honey | |
Even the sea's flirt | |
And the beach is going to win | |
Fuck me big boy says the sky | |
The world's survival is one tough love | |
One prison sweetheart | |
And where are you going to go, my honey? | |
My sparrow? My darling? | |
Where are you going to go? | |
You're going to fly up into the beautiful trees | |
The trees full of starlings |
zuo ci : Langely, Noble | |
By a tree full of starlings | |
In a park full of trees | |
I stood my stand | |
I took my ease | |
I made a decision | |
To take my rest | |
I though it would be best | |
But then I changed my mind | |
And I wrote you this letter | |
I though that might be better | |
But nothing is that comes to be | |
And everything is new | |
Nostradamus couldn' t predict the future | |
And neither can you | |
If you like, I' ll meet you by the foulwater interceptor | |
And take you to the City Farm | |
To drink tea with the families | |
Who feed their children sugar and homilies | |
And don' t believe they could ever do harm | |
By a tree full of starlings | |
In a park full of trees | |
I stood my stand | |
I took my ease | |
I made a decision | |
To take my rest | |
I thought it would be best | |
Now where are the sparrows? | |
The starlings all know | |
They' re down on the City Farm | |
Between the carrycots and babygros | |
And cornets and breadcrumbs on the floor | |
More to the point | |
Where' s the countryside? | |
Sandwiched between the M' s 1 infinity | |
And under the hole the ozone' s left in its stocking | |
Suspend your disbelief honey | |
Even the sea' s flirt | |
And the beach is going to win | |
Fuck me big boy says the sky | |
The world' s survival is one tough love | |
One prison sweetheart | |
And where are you going to go, my honey? | |
My sparrow? My darling? | |
Where are you going to go? | |
You' re going to fly up into the beautiful trees | |
The trees full of starlings |
zuò cí : Langely, Noble | |
By a tree full of starlings | |
In a park full of trees | |
I stood my stand | |
I took my ease | |
I made a decision | |
To take my rest | |
I though it would be best | |
But then I changed my mind | |
And I wrote you this letter | |
I though that might be better | |
But nothing is that comes to be | |
And everything is new | |
Nostradamus couldn' t predict the future | |
And neither can you | |
If you like, I' ll meet you by the foulwater interceptor | |
And take you to the City Farm | |
To drink tea with the families | |
Who feed their children sugar and homilies | |
And don' t believe they could ever do harm | |
By a tree full of starlings | |
In a park full of trees | |
I stood my stand | |
I took my ease | |
I made a decision | |
To take my rest | |
I thought it would be best | |
Now where are the sparrows? | |
The starlings all know | |
They' re down on the City Farm | |
Between the carrycots and babygros | |
And cornets and breadcrumbs on the floor | |
More to the point | |
Where' s the countryside? | |
Sandwiched between the M' s 1 infinity | |
And under the hole the ozone' s left in its stocking | |
Suspend your disbelief honey | |
Even the sea' s flirt | |
And the beach is going to win | |
Fuck me big boy says the sky | |
The world' s survival is one tough love | |
One prison sweetheart | |
And where are you going to go, my honey? | |
My sparrow? My darling? | |
Where are you going to go? | |
You' re going to fly up into the beautiful trees | |
The trees full of starlings |