Teleprompters 歌词

歌曲	Teleprompters
歌手	The Uncluded
专辑	Hokey Fright (Deluxe Version)
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	[Verse 1: Kimya Dawson]
	Ever since I was a kid
	On the backs of my two eyelids
	I hid two Teleprompters there
	Transmitting words from who knows where
	Walkie-talkie on a mission
	Roger, roger will I listen
	Or will I just pass it along
	No form of a sing-a-long
	When muse annoys, devoid and null
	I feel a tingle in my skull
	Like ticker tape the words appear
	There’s a parade between my ears
	I preach self-love I know it’s true
	It’s easier to say than do
	I send the messages to you
	But now I need to hear them too
	I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable
	I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable
	[Verse 2: Aesop Rock]
	I was laying bricks in a line
	Yap full of dog toy
	Picturing a life beyond that of a protocol joy
	Bleep bloop boy ox boycott pea soup
	First learn to eat pain at St. Peter’s preschool-yum
	Now that’s a painkiller I can speak through
	Airbrush letters on a pristine gene pool
	See my mother said her father drew a ton
	But all his cartoons had been swallowed by the Susquehanna flood
	Instead of two
	The end he would subsequently pass
	I know he had a stroke but I assume that’s only half
	But now I’m signing up for finger-drawing class in a tux like a gentleman
	Marrying his ash to his dust
	Last on the kickball team draft pick-list
	First to the King Kullen practicing his kickflips
	I’d like to say it’s ‘cause I was a rebel
	Truthfully it’s easier to say “oh hell” instead of “hello”
	Hi, you need to get out more
	I dunno, I don’t wanna be there when the geometry domino
	You need to get out more
	Maybe, or maybe his pace is better suited for pacing
	You need to get out more
	Never I am nailed to the floor-I am snail under pressure
	You need to get out more
	Fine
	[Verse 3: Kimya Dawson]
	Ever since I was a kid
	On the backs of my two eyelids
	I hid two Teleprompters there
	Transmitting words from who knows where
	And this is why when I’m on stage
	My eyes are closed I’m in a haze
	It looks like I’m made out of clay
	I’m overwhelmed and under-glazed
	I’m making vases out of snakes
	I’m a kiln half-full of mistakes
	When kneading it, air’s overlooked
	It’s gonna crack when it gets cooked
	So self-forgiveness is the key
	They’re re-sculpting my sanity
	Mindfulness, humility
	And taking time to care for me
	I preach self-love I know it’s true
	It’s easier to say than do
	I sing these messages to you
	But now I need to hear them too
	I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable
	I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable
	[Verse 4: Aesop Rock]
	I was laying bricks in a line
	Yap full of copper-top
	Picturing a life beyond that of a dish-washer
	Pot buzz ping
	Criss-crossed arms in a tub ring
	Learned heartbreak on a Zelda-1 sub screen-numb
	Learned dark days by the scent of poached dove meat
	Some part ways and it’s fugly
	Maybe the sum of the parts became lesser
	That each individual be making the same gesture
	And you don’t wanna be there for the overlapping network
	So you throw a bag together and elope with cabin pressure
	To disappear instead of interfere with nutty customs
	And differing definitions of liberty and justice
	Big dummy dig a hole in the dirt
	He put his head in the hole; he is alone in this world
	And dying slowly from the comfort of his home full of worms
	Until you hear a little voice say “yo let’s go get dessert”
	Wait-what?
	You need to get out more
	I dunno-over 2 million dead bats in NY alone
	You need to get out more
	Maybe, maybe not
	Maybe I should stay back and survey the lot
	You need to get out more
	Never I am nailed to the floor in a jail made of deserts
	You need to get out more
	OK

	Verse 1: Kimya Dawson
	Ever since I was a kid
	On the backs of my two eyelids
	I hid two Teleprompters there
	Transmitting words from who knows where
	Walkietalkie on a mission
	Roger, roger will I listen
	Or will I just pass it along
	No form of a singalong
	When muse annoys, devoid and null
	I feel a tingle in my skull
	Like ticker tape the words appear
	There' s a parade between my ears
	I preach selflove I know it' s true
	It' s easier to say than do
	I send the messages to you
	But now I need to hear them too
	I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable
	I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable
	Verse 2: Aesop Rock
	I was laying bricks in a line
	Yap full of dog toy
	Picturing a life beyond that of a protocol joy
	Bleep bloop boy ox boycott pea soup
	First learn to eat pain at St. Peter' s preschoolyum
	Now that' s a painkiller I can speak through
	Airbrush letters on a pristine gene pool
	See my mother said her father drew a ton
	But all his cartoons had been swallowed by the Susquehanna flood
	Instead of two
	The end he would subsequently pass
	I know he had a stroke but I assume that' s only half
	But now I' m signing up for fingerdrawing class in a tux like a gentleman
	Marrying his ash to his dust
	Last on the kickball team draft picklist
	First to the King Kullen practicing his kickflips
	I' d like to say it' s ' cause I was a rebel
	Truthfully it' s easier to say " oh hell" instead of " hello"
	Hi, you need to get out more
	I dunno, I don' t wanna be there when the geometry domino
	You need to get out more
	Maybe, or maybe his pace is better suited for pacing
	You need to get out more
	Never I am nailed to the floorI am snail under pressure
	You need to get out more
	Fine
	Verse 3: Kimya Dawson
	Ever since I was a kid
	On the backs of my two eyelids
	I hid two Teleprompters there
	Transmitting words from who knows where
	And this is why when I' m on stage
	My eyes are closed I' m in a haze
	It looks like I' m made out of clay
	I' m overwhelmed and underglazed
	I' m making vases out of snakes
	I' m a kiln halffull of mistakes
	When kneading it, air' s overlooked
	It' s gonna crack when it gets cooked
	So selfforgiveness is the key
	They' re resculpting my sanity
	Mindfulness, humility
	And taking time to care for me
	I preach selflove I know it' s true
	It' s easier to say than do
	I sing these messages to you
	But now I need to hear them too
	I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable
	I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable
	Verse 4: Aesop Rock
	I was laying bricks in a line
	Yap full of coppertop
	Picturing a life beyond that of a dishwasher
	Pot buzz ping
	Crisscrossed arms in a tub ring
	Learned heartbreak on a Zelda1 sub screennumb
	Learned dark days by the scent of poached dove meat
	Some part ways and it' s fugly
	Maybe the sum of the parts became lesser
	That each individual be making the same gesture
	And you don' t wanna be there for the overlapping network
	So you throw a bag together and elope with cabin pressure
	To disappear instead of interfere with nutty customs
	And differing definitions of liberty and justice
	Big dummy dig a hole in the dirt
	He put his head in the hole he is alone in this world
	And dying slowly from the comfort of his home full of worms
	Until you hear a little voice say " yo let' s go get dessert"
	Waitwhat?
	You need to get out more
	I dunnoover 2 million dead bats in NY alone
	You need to get out more
	Maybe, maybe not
	Maybe I should stay back and survey the lot
	You need to get out more
	Never I am nailed to the floor in a jail made of deserts
	You need to get out more
	OK

	Verse 1: Kimya Dawson
	Ever since I was a kid
	On the backs of my two eyelids
	I hid two Teleprompters there
	Transmitting words from who knows where
	Walkietalkie on a mission
	Roger, roger will I listen
	Or will I just pass it along
	No form of a singalong
	When muse annoys, devoid and null
	I feel a tingle in my skull
	Like ticker tape the words appear
	There' s a parade between my ears
	I preach selflove I know it' s true
	It' s easier to say than do
	I send the messages to you
	But now I need to hear them too
	I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable
	I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable
	Verse 2: Aesop Rock
	I was laying bricks in a line
	Yap full of dog toy
	Picturing a life beyond that of a protocol joy
	Bleep bloop boy ox boycott pea soup
	First learn to eat pain at St. Peter' s preschoolyum
	Now that' s a painkiller I can speak through
	Airbrush letters on a pristine gene pool
	See my mother said her father drew a ton
	But all his cartoons had been swallowed by the Susquehanna flood
	Instead of two
	The end he would subsequently pass
	I know he had a stroke but I assume that' s only half
	But now I' m signing up for fingerdrawing class in a tux like a gentleman
	Marrying his ash to his dust
	Last on the kickball team draft picklist
	First to the King Kullen practicing his kickflips
	I' d like to say it' s ' cause I was a rebel
	Truthfully it' s easier to say " oh hell" instead of " hello"
	Hi, you need to get out more
	I dunno, I don' t wanna be there when the geometry domino
	You need to get out more
	Maybe, or maybe his pace is better suited for pacing
	You need to get out more
	Never I am nailed to the floorI am snail under pressure
	You need to get out more
	Fine
	Verse 3: Kimya Dawson
	Ever since I was a kid
	On the backs of my two eyelids
	I hid two Teleprompters there
	Transmitting words from who knows where
	And this is why when I' m on stage
	My eyes are closed I' m in a haze
	It looks like I' m made out of clay
	I' m overwhelmed and underglazed
	I' m making vases out of snakes
	I' m a kiln halffull of mistakes
	When kneading it, air' s overlooked
	It' s gonna crack when it gets cooked
	So selfforgiveness is the key
	They' re resculpting my sanity
	Mindfulness, humility
	And taking time to care for me
	I preach selflove I know it' s true
	It' s easier to say than do
	I sing these messages to you
	But now I need to hear them too
	I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable
	I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable
	Verse 4: Aesop Rock
	I was laying bricks in a line
	Yap full of coppertop
	Picturing a life beyond that of a dishwasher
	Pot buzz ping
	Crisscrossed arms in a tub ring
	Learned heartbreak on a Zelda1 sub screennumb
	Learned dark days by the scent of poached dove meat
	Some part ways and it' s fugly
	Maybe the sum of the parts became lesser
	That each individual be making the same gesture
	And you don' t wanna be there for the overlapping network
	So you throw a bag together and elope with cabin pressure
	To disappear instead of interfere with nutty customs
	And differing definitions of liberty and justice
	Big dummy dig a hole in the dirt
	He put his head in the hole he is alone in this world
	And dying slowly from the comfort of his home full of worms
	Until you hear a little voice say " yo let' s go get dessert"
	Waitwhat?
	You need to get out more
	I dunnoover 2 million dead bats in NY alone
	You need to get out more
	Maybe, maybe not
	Maybe I should stay back and survey the lot
	You need to get out more
	Never I am nailed to the floor in a jail made of deserts
	You need to get out more
	OK

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