[00:00.000] 作曲 : Don Van Vliet
[00:06.334]Brickbats fly at my fireplace
[00:08.998]Upside down, I see them in the fire
[00:12.070]They squeak and roast there
[00:17.099]Wings leap across the floor
[00:19.330]Fold up the wall shadows
[00:24.385]The window curtain ghost
[00:26.232]Throws my heart and dusts my throat
[00:30.501]My mind caught by the corner
[00:33.500]Gradually decides it's safe
[00:36.013]Becomes a bat itself
[00:40.242]Flexes its little claws
[00:42.658]Tests its leather wings
[00:44.594]With loud, hollow pops
[00:48.698]Around the room
[00:50.233]Threatening to dash its brains
[00:53.747]Somehow at the last minute
[00:56.013]Retreats and becomes a natural glue
[00:59.748]That holds fast and slow
[01:02.871]'N every other motion
[01:05.221]Making the night more interesting
[01:11.956]Becomes a cold, liquid breeze
[01:16.595]That freezes and thaws
[01:18.991]And pours the surroundings full
[01:22.261]As no breath can be taken
[01:24.906]It drowns and relieves
[01:29.019]To see the black turn into yellow
[01:33.980]And the yellow into black
[01:37.817]Brickbats
[01:45.880]Brickbats
[01:55.991]Brickbats
[02:07.430]Brickbats