Boomerang 歌词
| 歌曲 | Boomerang |
| 歌手 | The Uncluded |
| 专辑 | Hokey Fright (Deluxe Version) |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : The Uncluded |
| [00:00.16][Verse 1: Kimya Dawson] | |
| [00:01.74] | I spun and I stood, and I look back at the good |
| [00:26.43] | And I remembered seeing ghosts, and I remembered being tiny |
| [00:29.48] | I remembered always hiding with only flashlights lighting |
| [00:32.94] | Had to pee when you found the best spot. Bad timing |
| [00:35.70] | Climbing a dogwood. Barking, in bloom |
| [00:38.44] | Sting singing on the ceiling of a blue bedroom |
| [00:41.48] | Like a Harlem-line summertime hootenanny barbecue: |
| [00:44.69] | Screaming "I'm fine!", but I think they all knew |
| [00:47.47] | Cause you can't hide your childhood flying dreams |
| [00:50.68] | Through your fishbowl-wall transparencies |
| [00:53.48] | And the clock tick-tocked. It was time to leave |
| [00:56.70] | I walked away from everyone and everything |
| [00:59.50] | And I thought when I left, that I couldn't come back |
| [01:02.49] | With that old household never home again |
| [01:05.50] | And then, when I ran toward the one-man-band |
| [01:08.74] | I began abandoning all my friends |
| [01:11.76][Verse 2: Aesop Rock & Both] | |
| [01:12.26] | All dressed up, like a spider in a cup |
| [01:15.45] | Entirely divided from his hub |
| [01:17.69] | Addressing injuries commissioned by the Suffolk county brier |
| [01:20.79] | When building coverage out of rubber tires |
| [01:23.57] | Or guns out of thumbs... |
| [01:25.09] | Negotiated inter-stellar peace talks |
| [01:27.22] | Mothership transmitting intel on the meatloaf |
| [01:29.71] | Ummm... It's getting cold, sugar water getting warm |
| [01:32.87] | Cruising to a future summer, suiting up for civil war |
| [01:35.85] | How? All dressed up like a spider in a cup |
| [01:39.47] | Hiding tiny butterflies inside his gut |
| [01:42.05] | Having settled down, several thousand miles from his blood |
| [01:44.51] | To climb and tirelessly high-dive into a sponge |
| [01:47.70] | Space invaders through a paper Rita Hayworth |
| [01:50.85] | Trying to tunnel 'till he ankle deep in pay-dirt |
| [01:53.56] | Or halo deep in water... |
| [01:54.86] | Glub glub... wondering if running |
| [01:57.03] | Is considered by the people to be cowardly or cunning |
| [01:59.80][Chorus: Aesop Rock & Both] | |
| [02:00.30] | Boomer-oomerang, Boomer-oomer-oomerang |
| [02:02.90] | Boomer-oomerang, Boomer-oomer-oomerang |
| [02:06.00] | Boomer-oomerang, Boomer-oomer-oomerang |
| [02:09.14] | Boomer-oomerang, Boomer-oomer-oomerang |
| [02:11.83][Verse 3: Kimya Dawson] | |
| [02:12.26] | I went east with a hole to fill in my chest |
| [02:14.70] | I went west with it filled: off to build a nest |
| [02:17.72] | I'm impressed. I'm depressed. I'm the best. I'm a mess |
| [02:20.03] | With a pretty little baby girl upon my breast |
| [02:23.74] | And next: progress, twist, turn, digress |
| [02:26.76] | Busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, never rest |
| [02:29.66] | I missed the rest as you might suspect |
| [02:32.50] | And I tried to fly, but my wings are wet |
| [02:35.48] | A kid in the woods, ducked down in the shrubs |
| [02:38.82] | Out of hiding just in time to greet the sun |
| [02:41.56] | So here I stand with my hand out cast aflame |
| [02:44.76] | I'm sorry that sometimes I'm so lame |
| [02:47.52] | I'm sorry that sometimes I'm a deadbeat friend |
| [02:50.56] | The worry makes me scurry into my own head |
| [02:53.56] | With my eyes on the rise, feet where it sets |
| [02:57.15] | Sentimental obstacles; of course it's me not them |
| [03:00.94][Verse 4: Aesop Rock & Both] | |
| [03:01.50] | All dressed up, like a spider in a cup |
| [03:03.52] | I'm four bald tires in the mud |
| [03:05.71] | When it's diner food or bust |
| [03:07.35] | Spiralling a sign of whats to come |
| [03:09.58] | While pretending I am fine with what I've done |
| [03:12.04] | I'm not, but homies that appreciate the crisis |
| [03:15.05] | And treat 'em like they seen 'em with a second set of eyelids |
| [03:17.76] | Ok, that wasn't fair, admittedly I wasn't there |
| [03:21.02] | Long before I volunteered as unabashed, unaware |
| [03:23.87] | How? All dressed up, like a spider in a cup |
| [03:27.29] | Who never knew a silence so abrupt |
| [03:29.79] | When the mileage in the middle, turn a siren to a hush |
| [03:32.72] | First you hate it, then you love it, then you try it as a crutch |
| [03:35.84] | Long Island was the hatchery, NYC the wetstone |
| [03:39.39] | Sharpening the carving knives, foraging for breadcrumbs |
| [03:42.04] | I headed west, planned to boomerang back |
| [03:44.66] | Sidetracked by a trans-continental cage match |
| [03:47.74][Chorus: Aesop Rock & Both] | |
| [03:48.26] | Boomer-oomerang, Boomer-oomer-oomerang |
| [03:50.96] | Boomer-oomerang, Boomer-oomer-oomerang |
| [03:53.86] | Boomer-oomerang, Boomer-oomer-oomerang |
| [03:56.94] | Boomer-oomerang, Boomer-oomer-oomerang |
| [04:00.06][Outro: Kimya Dawson] | |
| [04:01.43] | Boomer-oomer-oomerang |
| [04:03.22] | Boomer-oomer-oomerang |
| [04:06.22] | Boomer-oomer-oomerang |
| [04:09.17] | Boomer-oomer-oomerang |
| [04:12.35] |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : The Uncluded |
| [00:00.16][Verse 1: Kimya Dawson] | |
| [00:01.74] | I spun and I stood, and I look back at the good |
| [00:26.43] | And I remembered seeing ghosts, and I remembered being tiny |
| [00:29.48] | I remembered always hiding with only flashlights lighting |
| [00:32.94] | Had to pee when you found the best spot. Bad timing |
| [00:35.70] | Climbing a dogwood. Barking, in bloom |
| [00:38.44] | Sting singing on the ceiling of a blue bedroom |
| [00:41.48] | Like a Harlemline summertime hootenanny barbecue: |
| [00:44.69] | Screaming " I' m fine!", but I think they all knew |
| [00:47.47] | Cause you can' t hide your childhood flying dreams |
| [00:50.68] | Through your fishbowlwall transparencies |
| [00:53.48] | And the clock ticktocked. It was time to leave |
| [00:56.70] | I walked away from everyone and everything |
| [00:59.50] | And I thought when I left, that I couldn' t come back |
| [01:02.49] | With that old household never home again |
| [01:05.50] | And then, when I ran toward the onemanband |
| [01:08.74] | I began abandoning all my friends |
| [01:11.76][Verse 2: Aesop Rock & Both] | |
| [01:12.26] | All dressed up, like a spider in a cup |
| [01:15.45] | Entirely divided from his hub |
| [01:17.69] | Addressing injuries commissioned by the Suffolk county brier |
| [01:20.79] | When building coverage out of rubber tires |
| [01:23.57] | Or guns out of thumbs... |
| [01:25.09] | Negotiated interstellar peace talks |
| [01:27.22] | Mothership transmitting intel on the meatloaf |
| [01:29.71] | Ummm... It' s getting cold, sugar water getting warm |
| [01:32.87] | Cruising to a future summer, suiting up for civil war |
| [01:35.85] | How? All dressed up like a spider in a cup |
| [01:39.47] | Hiding tiny butterflies inside his gut |
| [01:42.05] | Having settled down, several thousand miles from his blood |
| [01:44.51] | To climb and tirelessly highdive into a sponge |
| [01:47.70] | Space invaders through a paper Rita Hayworth |
| [01:50.85] | Trying to tunnel ' till he ankle deep in paydirt |
| [01:53.56] | Or halo deep in water... |
| [01:54.86] | Glub glub... wondering if running |
| [01:57.03] | Is considered by the people to be cowardly or cunning |
| [01:59.80][Chorus: Aesop Rock & Both] | |
| [02:00.30] | Boomeroomerang, Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [02:02.90] | Boomeroomerang, Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [02:06.00] | Boomeroomerang, Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [02:09.14] | Boomeroomerang, Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [02:11.83][Verse 3: Kimya Dawson] | |
| [02:12.26] | I went east with a hole to fill in my chest |
| [02:14.70] | I went west with it filled: off to build a nest |
| [02:17.72] | I' m impressed. I' m depressed. I' m the best. I' m a mess |
| [02:20.03] | With a pretty little baby girl upon my breast |
| [02:23.74] | And next: progress, twist, turn, digress |
| [02:26.76] | Busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, never rest |
| [02:29.66] | I missed the rest as you might suspect |
| [02:32.50] | And I tried to fly, but my wings are wet |
| [02:35.48] | A kid in the woods, ducked down in the shrubs |
| [02:38.82] | Out of hiding just in time to greet the sun |
| [02:41.56] | So here I stand with my hand out cast aflame |
| [02:44.76] | I' m sorry that sometimes I' m so lame |
| [02:47.52] | I' m sorry that sometimes I' m a deadbeat friend |
| [02:50.56] | The worry makes me scurry into my own head |
| [02:53.56] | With my eyes on the rise, feet where it sets |
| [02:57.15] | Sentimental obstacles of course it' s me not them |
| [03:00.94][Verse 4: Aesop Rock & Both] | |
| [03:01.50] | All dressed up, like a spider in a cup |
| [03:03.52] | I' m four bald tires in the mud |
| [03:05.71] | When it' s diner food or bust |
| [03:07.35] | Spiralling a sign of whats to come |
| [03:09.58] | While pretending I am fine with what I' ve done |
| [03:12.04] | I' m not, but homies that appreciate the crisis |
| [03:15.05] | And treat ' em like they seen ' em with a second set of eyelids |
| [03:17.76] | Ok, that wasn' t fair, admittedly I wasn' t there |
| [03:21.02] | Long before I volunteered as unabashed, unaware |
| [03:23.87] | How? All dressed up, like a spider in a cup |
| [03:27.29] | Who never knew a silence so abrupt |
| [03:29.79] | When the mileage in the middle, turn a siren to a hush |
| [03:32.72] | First you hate it, then you love it, then you try it as a crutch |
| [03:35.84] | Long Island was the hatchery, NYC the wetstone |
| [03:39.39] | Sharpening the carving knives, foraging for breadcrumbs |
| [03:42.04] | I headed west, planned to boomerang back |
| [03:44.66] | Sidetracked by a transcontinental cage match |
| [03:47.74][Chorus: Aesop Rock & Both] | |
| [03:48.26] | Boomeroomerang, Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [03:50.96] | Boomeroomerang, Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [03:53.86] | Boomeroomerang, Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [03:56.94] | Boomeroomerang, Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [04:00.06][Outro: Kimya Dawson] | |
| [04:01.43] | Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [04:03.22] | Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [04:06.22] | Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [04:09.17] | Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [04:12.35] |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : The Uncluded |
| [00:00.16][Verse 1: Kimya Dawson] | |
| [00:01.74] | I spun and I stood, and I look back at the good |
| [00:26.43] | And I remembered seeing ghosts, and I remembered being tiny |
| [00:29.48] | I remembered always hiding with only flashlights lighting |
| [00:32.94] | Had to pee when you found the best spot. Bad timing |
| [00:35.70] | Climbing a dogwood. Barking, in bloom |
| [00:38.44] | Sting singing on the ceiling of a blue bedroom |
| [00:41.48] | Like a Harlemline summertime hootenanny barbecue: |
| [00:44.69] | Screaming " I' m fine!", but I think they all knew |
| [00:47.47] | Cause you can' t hide your childhood flying dreams |
| [00:50.68] | Through your fishbowlwall transparencies |
| [00:53.48] | And the clock ticktocked. It was time to leave |
| [00:56.70] | I walked away from everyone and everything |
| [00:59.50] | And I thought when I left, that I couldn' t come back |
| [01:02.49] | With that old household never home again |
| [01:05.50] | And then, when I ran toward the onemanband |
| [01:08.74] | I began abandoning all my friends |
| [01:11.76][Verse 2: Aesop Rock & Both] | |
| [01:12.26] | All dressed up, like a spider in a cup |
| [01:15.45] | Entirely divided from his hub |
| [01:17.69] | Addressing injuries commissioned by the Suffolk county brier |
| [01:20.79] | When building coverage out of rubber tires |
| [01:23.57] | Or guns out of thumbs... |
| [01:25.09] | Negotiated interstellar peace talks |
| [01:27.22] | Mothership transmitting intel on the meatloaf |
| [01:29.71] | Ummm... It' s getting cold, sugar water getting warm |
| [01:32.87] | Cruising to a future summer, suiting up for civil war |
| [01:35.85] | How? All dressed up like a spider in a cup |
| [01:39.47] | Hiding tiny butterflies inside his gut |
| [01:42.05] | Having settled down, several thousand miles from his blood |
| [01:44.51] | To climb and tirelessly highdive into a sponge |
| [01:47.70] | Space invaders through a paper Rita Hayworth |
| [01:50.85] | Trying to tunnel ' till he ankle deep in paydirt |
| [01:53.56] | Or halo deep in water... |
| [01:54.86] | Glub glub... wondering if running |
| [01:57.03] | Is considered by the people to be cowardly or cunning |
| [01:59.80][Chorus: Aesop Rock & Both] | |
| [02:00.30] | Boomeroomerang, Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [02:02.90] | Boomeroomerang, Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [02:06.00] | Boomeroomerang, Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [02:09.14] | Boomeroomerang, Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [02:11.83][Verse 3: Kimya Dawson] | |
| [02:12.26] | I went east with a hole to fill in my chest |
| [02:14.70] | I went west with it filled: off to build a nest |
| [02:17.72] | I' m impressed. I' m depressed. I' m the best. I' m a mess |
| [02:20.03] | With a pretty little baby girl upon my breast |
| [02:23.74] | And next: progress, twist, turn, digress |
| [02:26.76] | Busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, never rest |
| [02:29.66] | I missed the rest as you might suspect |
| [02:32.50] | And I tried to fly, but my wings are wet |
| [02:35.48] | A kid in the woods, ducked down in the shrubs |
| [02:38.82] | Out of hiding just in time to greet the sun |
| [02:41.56] | So here I stand with my hand out cast aflame |
| [02:44.76] | I' m sorry that sometimes I' m so lame |
| [02:47.52] | I' m sorry that sometimes I' m a deadbeat friend |
| [02:50.56] | The worry makes me scurry into my own head |
| [02:53.56] | With my eyes on the rise, feet where it sets |
| [02:57.15] | Sentimental obstacles of course it' s me not them |
| [03:00.94][Verse 4: Aesop Rock & Both] | |
| [03:01.50] | All dressed up, like a spider in a cup |
| [03:03.52] | I' m four bald tires in the mud |
| [03:05.71] | When it' s diner food or bust |
| [03:07.35] | Spiralling a sign of whats to come |
| [03:09.58] | While pretending I am fine with what I' ve done |
| [03:12.04] | I' m not, but homies that appreciate the crisis |
| [03:15.05] | And treat ' em like they seen ' em with a second set of eyelids |
| [03:17.76] | Ok, that wasn' t fair, admittedly I wasn' t there |
| [03:21.02] | Long before I volunteered as unabashed, unaware |
| [03:23.87] | How? All dressed up, like a spider in a cup |
| [03:27.29] | Who never knew a silence so abrupt |
| [03:29.79] | When the mileage in the middle, turn a siren to a hush |
| [03:32.72] | First you hate it, then you love it, then you try it as a crutch |
| [03:35.84] | Long Island was the hatchery, NYC the wetstone |
| [03:39.39] | Sharpening the carving knives, foraging for breadcrumbs |
| [03:42.04] | I headed west, planned to boomerang back |
| [03:44.66] | Sidetracked by a transcontinental cage match |
| [03:47.74][Chorus: Aesop Rock & Both] | |
| [03:48.26] | Boomeroomerang, Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [03:50.96] | Boomeroomerang, Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [03:53.86] | Boomeroomerang, Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [03:56.94] | Boomeroomerang, Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [04:00.06][Outro: Kimya Dawson] | |
| [04:01.43] | Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [04:03.22] | Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [04:06.22] | Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [04:09.17] | Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [04:12.35] |
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