歌曲 | Luscious Apparatus |
歌手 | Recoil |
专辑 | Unsound Methods (Bonus Tracks) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Estep, Wilder | |
LUSCIOUS APPARATUS | |
(Wilder / Estep) | |
Carla was on her break from the | |
graveyard shift at the mayonnaise factory | |
She sat at a teetering picnic table, | |
there was a toxic orange moon | |
and it was slightly cold | |
Carla took out her knife and began etching | |
random words into the table's surface | |
Then, she thought of her co-worker Jack | |
Carla liked to think of Jack | |
as a luscious apparatus | |
He was meaty but graceful | |
His flesh seemed folded onto his body | |
like a suit made of meat | |
Carla started to think of Jack as a | |
luscious apparatus in a meat suit | |
Thinking this gave Carla a dreamy smile | |
Her mouth was small to begin with | |
but dreaming made it even smaller | |
That's just how some people are, | |
their mouths get smaller with dreams Carla's small mouth was dreaming | |
as her knife began carving a poem into the table | |
I like hot voids, smooth pants, lazy beds in the rain | |
I like tongue petals, lather, a blistering sun | |
but what I like best is the worship | |
of a luscious apparatus | |
When Carla was done carving | |
she went back to her work station | |
and scooped shiny white goop into jars | |
That's just how some people are, | |
their mouths get smaller with dreaming | |
The next day Jack took his own 1am lunch break | |
at the same picnic table | |
He noticed the poem carved into the wood | |
Although he didn't know who had written it, | |
he coincidentally thought | |
'Luscious Apparatus' aptly described him | |
So he took out his own knife and wrote | |
'luscious apparatus was here' | |
After a few days both Jack and Carla | |
happened to sit at the picnic table | |
at the same time | |
They both started to look | |
at the things carved in the table | |
Then they looked at each other | |
They knew who each other was | |
Carla's mouth got small and dreamy, | |
Jack's eyes got round and hot | |
When they got done | |
with the graveyard shift | |
They went back to Jack's apartment | |
and had sex | |
Wordless sex, slow sex, | |
fast sex, talking sex | |
Sex like animals have, | |
sex like boys have, sex like girls have | |
Sex upside down, sex inside out | |
Sex with grins, sex with tears | |
Sex, sex, sex Then she noticed the knife by the side of Jack'sbed | |
Jack picked the knife up And Carla knew at once | |
that Jack's wounds were from carving himself | |
Jack was trying to carve poems into himself | |
and now he wanted to carve some in her | |
This was where she drew the line | |
She'd have any kind of sex but not with a knife | |
When Carla refused to let Jack carve her up, | |
Jack felt cheated and misled | |
He felt that by carving a poem in the table | |
Carla had been begging to be carved upon | |
Carla didn't see it that way at all | |
She got up and started putting on her clothes | |
Jack went nuts, he was coming at her with a knife | |
Carla was scared, Carla was shaking and sweating | |
Then, because she was small and could move fast | |
she ducked and Jack tripped and fell | |
and impaled himself in the arm with his own knife | |
He howled and howled and Carla got the hell out of there fast | |
Carla didn't think of Jack as a luscious apparatus after that |
zuo qu : Estep, Wilder | |
LUSCIOUS APPARATUS | |
Wilder Estep | |
Carla was on her break from the | |
graveyard shift at the mayonnaise factory | |
She sat at a teetering picnic table, | |
there was a toxic orange moon | |
and it was slightly cold | |
Carla took out her knife and began etching | |
random words into the table' s surface | |
Then, she thought of her coworker Jack | |
Carla liked to think of Jack | |
as a luscious apparatus | |
He was meaty but graceful | |
His flesh seemed folded onto his body | |
like a suit made of meat | |
Carla started to think of Jack as a | |
luscious apparatus in a meat suit | |
Thinking this gave Carla a dreamy smile | |
Her mouth was small to begin with | |
but dreaming made it even smaller | |
That' s just how some people are, | |
their mouths get smaller with dreams Carla' s small mouth was dreaming | |
as her knife began carving a poem into the table | |
I like hot voids, smooth pants, lazy beds in the rain | |
I like tongue petals, lather, a blistering sun | |
but what I like best is the worship | |
of a luscious apparatus | |
When Carla was done carving | |
she went back to her work station | |
and scooped shiny white goop into jars | |
That' s just how some people are, | |
their mouths get smaller with dreaming | |
The next day Jack took his own 1am lunch break | |
at the same picnic table | |
He noticed the poem carved into the wood | |
Although he didn' t know who had written it, | |
he coincidentally thought | |
' Luscious Apparatus' aptly described him | |
So he took out his own knife and wrote | |
' luscious apparatus was here' | |
After a few days both Jack and Carla | |
happened to sit at the picnic table | |
at the same time | |
They both started to look | |
at the things carved in the table | |
Then they looked at each other | |
They knew who each other was | |
Carla' s mouth got small and dreamy, | |
Jack' s eyes got round and hot | |
When they got done | |
with the graveyard shift | |
They went back to Jack' s apartment | |
and had sex | |
Wordless sex, slow sex, | |
fast sex, talking sex | |
Sex like animals have, | |
sex like boys have, sex like girls have | |
Sex upside down, sex inside out | |
Sex with grins, sex with tears | |
Sex, sex, sex Then she noticed the knife by the side of Jack' sbed | |
Jack picked the knife up And Carla knew at once | |
that Jack' s wounds were from carving himself | |
Jack was trying to carve poems into himself | |
and now he wanted to carve some in her | |
This was where she drew the line | |
She' d have any kind of sex but not with a knife | |
When Carla refused to let Jack carve her up, | |
Jack felt cheated and misled | |
He felt that by carving a poem in the table | |
Carla had been begging to be carved upon | |
Carla didn' t see it that way at all | |
She got up and started putting on her clothes | |
Jack went nuts, he was coming at her with a knife | |
Carla was scared, Carla was shaking and sweating | |
Then, because she was small and could move fast | |
she ducked and Jack tripped and fell | |
and impaled himself in the arm with his own knife | |
He howled and howled and Carla got the hell out of there fast | |
Carla didn' t think of Jack as a luscious apparatus after that |
zuò qǔ : Estep, Wilder | |
LUSCIOUS APPARATUS | |
Wilder Estep | |
Carla was on her break from the | |
graveyard shift at the mayonnaise factory | |
She sat at a teetering picnic table, | |
there was a toxic orange moon | |
and it was slightly cold | |
Carla took out her knife and began etching | |
random words into the table' s surface | |
Then, she thought of her coworker Jack | |
Carla liked to think of Jack | |
as a luscious apparatus | |
He was meaty but graceful | |
His flesh seemed folded onto his body | |
like a suit made of meat | |
Carla started to think of Jack as a | |
luscious apparatus in a meat suit | |
Thinking this gave Carla a dreamy smile | |
Her mouth was small to begin with | |
but dreaming made it even smaller | |
That' s just how some people are, | |
their mouths get smaller with dreams Carla' s small mouth was dreaming | |
as her knife began carving a poem into the table | |
I like hot voids, smooth pants, lazy beds in the rain | |
I like tongue petals, lather, a blistering sun | |
but what I like best is the worship | |
of a luscious apparatus | |
When Carla was done carving | |
she went back to her work station | |
and scooped shiny white goop into jars | |
That' s just how some people are, | |
their mouths get smaller with dreaming | |
The next day Jack took his own 1am lunch break | |
at the same picnic table | |
He noticed the poem carved into the wood | |
Although he didn' t know who had written it, | |
he coincidentally thought | |
' Luscious Apparatus' aptly described him | |
So he took out his own knife and wrote | |
' luscious apparatus was here' | |
After a few days both Jack and Carla | |
happened to sit at the picnic table | |
at the same time | |
They both started to look | |
at the things carved in the table | |
Then they looked at each other | |
They knew who each other was | |
Carla' s mouth got small and dreamy, | |
Jack' s eyes got round and hot | |
When they got done | |
with the graveyard shift | |
They went back to Jack' s apartment | |
and had sex | |
Wordless sex, slow sex, | |
fast sex, talking sex | |
Sex like animals have, | |
sex like boys have, sex like girls have | |
Sex upside down, sex inside out | |
Sex with grins, sex with tears | |
Sex, sex, sex Then she noticed the knife by the side of Jack' sbed | |
Jack picked the knife up And Carla knew at once | |
that Jack' s wounds were from carving himself | |
Jack was trying to carve poems into himself | |
and now he wanted to carve some in her | |
This was where she drew the line | |
She' d have any kind of sex but not with a knife | |
When Carla refused to let Jack carve her up, | |
Jack felt cheated and misled | |
He felt that by carving a poem in the table | |
Carla had been begging to be carved upon | |
Carla didn' t see it that way at all | |
She got up and started putting on her clothes | |
Jack went nuts, he was coming at her with a knife | |
Carla was scared, Carla was shaking and sweating | |
Then, because she was small and could move fast | |
she ducked and Jack tripped and fell | |
and impaled himself in the arm with his own knife | |
He howled and howled and Carla got the hell out of there fast | |
Carla didn' t think of Jack as a luscious apparatus after that |