Teleprompters 歌词
| 歌曲 | Teleprompters |
| 歌手 | The Uncluded |
| 专辑 | Hokey Fright 2LP |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:01.954][Pre-Chorus: Kimya Dawson] | |
| [00:17.957] | Ever since I was a kid |
| [00:22.453] | On the backs of my two eyelids |
| [00:25.198] | I hid two Teleprompters there |
| [00:27.450] | Transmitting words from who knows where |
| [00:29.963] | Walkie-talkie on a mission |
| [00:32.701] | Roger, roger will I listen |
| [00:35.201] | Or will I just pass it along |
| [00:37.460] | In the form of a sing-a-long |
| [00:40.202] | Whammies and Noids be void and null |
| [00:42.210] | I feel a tingle in my skull |
| [00:44.957] | Like ticker tape the words appear |
| [00:47.459] | There’s a parade between my ears |
| [00:49.707][Chorus: Kimya Dawson] | |
| [00:49.953] | I preach self-love I know it’s true |
| [00:52.459] | It’s easier to say than do |
| [00:54.961] | I send these messages to you |
| [00:57.459] | But now I need to hear them too |
| [00:59.961] | I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable |
| [01:10.205] | I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable |
| [01:19.955][Verse 1: Aesop Rock] | |
| [01:20.200] | I was laying bricks in a line |
| [01:21.220] | Yap full of dog toy |
| [01:22.959] | Picturing a life beyond that of a protocol droid |
| [01:24.467] | Bleep bloop boy ox boycott pea soup |
| [01:28.446] | First learn to eat paint at St. Peter’s preschool-yum |
| [01:29.709] | Now that’s a painkiller I can speak through |
| [01:32.949] | Airbrush letters on a pristine gene pool |
| [01:35.207] | See my mother said her father drew a ton |
| [01:37.469] | But all his cartoons had been swallowed by the Susquehanna flood in '72 |
| [01:40.704] | The year that he would subsequently pass |
| [01:42.458] | I know he had a stroke but I assume that’s only half |
| [01:44.948] | And now I’m signing up for finger-drawing class in a tux like a gentleman |
| [01:48.205] | Marrying his ash to his dust |
| [01:49.708] | Last on the kickball team draft pick-list |
| [01:52.207] | First to the King Kullen practicing his kickflips |
| [01:54.956] | I’d like to say it’s ‘cause I was a rebel |
| [01:57.455] | Truthfully it’s easier to say “oh hell” instead of “hello” |
| [01:59.650] | (Hi, you need to get out more) |
| [02:01.898] | I dunno, I don’t wanna be there when the geometry domino |
| [02:05.142] | (You need to get out more) |
| [02:07.152] | Maybe, or maybe his pace is better suited for pacing |
| [02:09.136] | (You need to get out more) |
| [02:12.403] | Never I am nailed to the floor-I am snail under pressure |
| [02:15.141] | (You need to get out more) |
| [02:17.407] | Fine |
| [02:18.140][Pre-Chorus: Kimya Dawson] | |
| [02:19.894] | Ever since I was a kid |
| [02:22.132] | On the backs of my two eyelids |
| [02:24.632] | I hid two Teleprompters there |
| [02:27.138] | Transmitting words from who knows where |
| [02:29.884] | And this is why when I’m on stage |
| [02:32.387] | My eyes are closed I’m in a haze |
| [02:34.143] | I look like I’m made out of clay |
| [02:37.149] | I’m overwhelmed and under-glazed |
| [02:39.151] | I’m making vases out of snakes |
| [02:42.137] | I’m a kiln half-full of mistakes |
| [02:44.653] | When kneading it, air’s overlooked |
| [02:47.139] | It’s gonna crack when it gets cooked |
| [02:49.655] | So self-forgiveness is the key |
| [02:51.897] | To re-sculpting my sanity |
| [02:54.643] | Mindfulness, humility |
| [02:56.641] | And taking time to care for me |
| [02:59.402][Chorus: Kimya Dawson] | |
| [02:59.648] | I preach self-love I know it’s true |
| [03:02.398] | It’s easier to say than do |
| [03:04.643] | I sing these messages to you |
| [03:06.900] | But now I need to hear them too |
| [03:09.392] | I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable |
| [03:19.395] | I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable |
| [03:28.651][Verse 2: Aesop Rock] | |
| [03:29.834] | I was laying bricks in a line |
| [03:31.332] | Yap full of copper-top |
| [03:32.832] | Picturing a life beyond that of a dish-washer bot |
| [03:34.338] | Buzz ping |
| [03:35.595] | Criss-crossed arms in a tub ring |
| [03:37.346] | Learned heartbreak on a Zelda-1 sub screen-numb |
| [03:39.085] | Learned dark days by the scent of poached dove meat |
| [03:43.095] | Some part ways and it’s fugly |
| [03:44.844] | Maybe the sum of the parts became lesser |
| [03:46.588] | That each individually making the same gesture |
| [03:49.338] | And you don’t wanna interrupt the overlapping network |
| [03:51.837] | So you throw a bag together and elope with cabin pressure |
| [03:54.333] | To disappear instead of interfere with nutty customs |
| [03:57.079] | And differing definitions of liberty and justice |
| [03:59.580] | Big dummy dig a hole in the dirt |
| [04:01.832] | He put his head in the hole; he is alone in this world |
| [04:03.840] | And dying slowly from the comfort of his home full of worms |
| [04:06.837] | Until you hear a little voice say “yo let’s go get dessert” |
| [04:08.841] | Wait-what? |
| [04:10.578] | You need to get out more |
| [04:11.589] | I dunno-over 2 million dead bats in NY alone |
| [04:14.080] | You need to get out more |
| [04:16.337] | Maybe, maybe not |
| [04:18.588] | Maybe I'll just stay back and survey the lot |
| [04:21.338] | You need to get out more |
| [04:21.846] | Never I am nailed to the walls in a jail made of deserts |
| [04:25.289] | You need to get out more |
| [04:26.042] | OK |
| [00:01.954][Pre-Chorus: Kimya Dawson] | |
| [00:17.957] | Ever since I was a kid |
| [00:22.453] | On the backs of my two eyelids |
| [00:25.198] | I hid two Teleprompters there |
| [00:27.450] | Transmitting words from who knows where |
| [00:29.963] | Walkietalkie on a mission |
| [00:32.701] | Roger, roger will I listen |
| [00:35.201] | Or will I just pass it along |
| [00:37.460] | In the form of a singalong |
| [00:40.202] | Whammies and Noids be void and null |
| [00:42.210] | I feel a tingle in my skull |
| [00:44.957] | Like ticker tape the words appear |
| [00:47.459] | There' s a parade between my ears |
| [00:49.707][Chorus: Kimya Dawson] | |
| [00:49.953] | I preach selflove I know it' s true |
| [00:52.459] | It' s easier to say than do |
| [00:54.961] | I send these messages to you |
| [00:57.459] | But now I need to hear them too |
| [00:59.961] | I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable |
| [01:10.205] | I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable |
| [01:19.955][Verse 1: Aesop Rock] | |
| [01:20.200] | I was laying bricks in a line |
| [01:21.220] | Yap full of dog toy |
| [01:22.959] | Picturing a life beyond that of a protocol droid |
| [01:24.467] | Bleep bloop boy ox boycott pea soup |
| [01:28.446] | First learn to eat paint at St. Peter' s preschoolyum |
| [01:29.709] | Now that' s a painkiller I can speak through |
| [01:32.949] | Airbrush letters on a pristine gene pool |
| [01:35.207] | See my mother said her father drew a ton |
| [01:37.469] | But all his cartoons had been swallowed by the Susquehanna flood in ' 72 |
| [01:40.704] | The year that he would subsequently pass |
| [01:42.458] | I know he had a stroke but I assume that' s only half |
| [01:44.948] | And now I' m signing up for fingerdrawing class in a tux like a gentleman |
| [01:48.205] | Marrying his ash to his dust |
| [01:49.708] | Last on the kickball team draft picklist |
| [01:52.207] | First to the King Kullen practicing his kickflips |
| [01:54.956] | I' d like to say it' s ' cause I was a rebel |
| [01:57.455] | Truthfully it' s easier to say " oh hell" instead of " hello" |
| [01:59.650] | Hi, you need to get out more |
| [02:01.898] | I dunno, I don' t wanna be there when the geometry domino |
| [02:05.142] | You need to get out more |
| [02:07.152] | Maybe, or maybe his pace is better suited for pacing |
| [02:09.136] | You need to get out more |
| [02:12.403] | Never I am nailed to the floorI am snail under pressure |
| [02:15.141] | You need to get out more |
| [02:17.407] | Fine |
| [02:18.140][Pre-Chorus: Kimya Dawson] | |
| [02:19.894] | Ever since I was a kid |
| [02:22.132] | On the backs of my two eyelids |
| [02:24.632] | I hid two Teleprompters there |
| [02:27.138] | Transmitting words from who knows where |
| [02:29.884] | And this is why when I' m on stage |
| [02:32.387] | My eyes are closed I' m in a haze |
| [02:34.143] | I look like I' m made out of clay |
| [02:37.149] | I' m overwhelmed and underglazed |
| [02:39.151] | I' m making vases out of snakes |
| [02:42.137] | I' m a kiln halffull of mistakes |
| [02:44.653] | When kneading it, air' s overlooked |
| [02:47.139] | It' s gonna crack when it gets cooked |
| [02:49.655] | So selfforgiveness is the key |
| [02:51.897] | To resculpting my sanity |
| [02:54.643] | Mindfulness, humility |
| [02:56.641] | And taking time to care for me |
| [02:59.402][Chorus: Kimya Dawson] | |
| [02:59.648] | I preach selflove I know it' s true |
| [03:02.398] | It' s easier to say than do |
| [03:04.643] | I sing these messages to you |
| [03:06.900] | But now I need to hear them too |
| [03:09.392] | I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable |
| [03:19.395] | I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable |
| [03:28.651][Verse 2: Aesop Rock] | |
| [03:29.834] | I was laying bricks in a line |
| [03:31.332] | Yap full of coppertop |
| [03:32.832] | Picturing a life beyond that of a dishwasher bot |
| [03:34.338] | Buzz ping |
| [03:35.595] | Crisscrossed arms in a tub ring |
| [03:37.346] | Learned heartbreak on a Zelda1 sub screennumb |
| [03:39.085] | Learned dark days by the scent of poached dove meat |
| [03:43.095] | Some part ways and it' s fugly |
| [03:44.844] | Maybe the sum of the parts became lesser |
| [03:46.588] | That each individually making the same gesture |
| [03:49.338] | And you don' t wanna interrupt the overlapping network |
| [03:51.837] | So you throw a bag together and elope with cabin pressure |
| [03:54.333] | To disappear instead of interfere with nutty customs |
| [03:57.079] | And differing definitions of liberty and justice |
| [03:59.580] | Big dummy dig a hole in the dirt |
| [04:01.832] | He put his head in the hole he is alone in this world |
| [04:03.840] | And dying slowly from the comfort of his home full of worms |
| [04:06.837] | Until you hear a little voice say " yo let' s go get dessert" |
| [04:08.841] | Waitwhat? |
| [04:10.578] | You need to get out more |
| [04:11.589] | I dunnoover 2 million dead bats in NY alone |
| [04:14.080] | You need to get out more |
| [04:16.337] | Maybe, maybe not |
| [04:18.588] | Maybe I' ll just stay back and survey the lot |
| [04:21.338] | You need to get out more |
| [04:21.846] | Never I am nailed to the walls in a jail made of deserts |
| [04:25.289] | You need to get out more |
| [04:26.042] | OK |
| [00:01.954][Pre-Chorus: Kimya Dawson] | |
| [00:17.957] | Ever since I was a kid |
| [00:22.453] | On the backs of my two eyelids |
| [00:25.198] | I hid two Teleprompters there |
| [00:27.450] | Transmitting words from who knows where |
| [00:29.963] | Walkietalkie on a mission |
| [00:32.701] | Roger, roger will I listen |
| [00:35.201] | Or will I just pass it along |
| [00:37.460] | In the form of a singalong |
| [00:40.202] | Whammies and Noids be void and null |
| [00:42.210] | I feel a tingle in my skull |
| [00:44.957] | Like ticker tape the words appear |
| [00:47.459] | There' s a parade between my ears |
| [00:49.707][Chorus: Kimya Dawson] | |
| [00:49.953] | I preach selflove I know it' s true |
| [00:52.459] | It' s easier to say than do |
| [00:54.961] | I send these messages to you |
| [00:57.459] | But now I need to hear them too |
| [00:59.961] | I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable |
| [01:10.205] | I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable |
| [01:19.955][Verse 1: Aesop Rock] | |
| [01:20.200] | I was laying bricks in a line |
| [01:21.220] | Yap full of dog toy |
| [01:22.959] | Picturing a life beyond that of a protocol droid |
| [01:24.467] | Bleep bloop boy ox boycott pea soup |
| [01:28.446] | First learn to eat paint at St. Peter' s preschoolyum |
| [01:29.709] | Now that' s a painkiller I can speak through |
| [01:32.949] | Airbrush letters on a pristine gene pool |
| [01:35.207] | See my mother said her father drew a ton |
| [01:37.469] | But all his cartoons had been swallowed by the Susquehanna flood in ' 72 |
| [01:40.704] | The year that he would subsequently pass |
| [01:42.458] | I know he had a stroke but I assume that' s only half |
| [01:44.948] | And now I' m signing up for fingerdrawing class in a tux like a gentleman |
| [01:48.205] | Marrying his ash to his dust |
| [01:49.708] | Last on the kickball team draft picklist |
| [01:52.207] | First to the King Kullen practicing his kickflips |
| [01:54.956] | I' d like to say it' s ' cause I was a rebel |
| [01:57.455] | Truthfully it' s easier to say " oh hell" instead of " hello" |
| [01:59.650] | Hi, you need to get out more |
| [02:01.898] | I dunno, I don' t wanna be there when the geometry domino |
| [02:05.142] | You need to get out more |
| [02:07.152] | Maybe, or maybe his pace is better suited for pacing |
| [02:09.136] | You need to get out more |
| [02:12.403] | Never I am nailed to the floorI am snail under pressure |
| [02:15.141] | You need to get out more |
| [02:17.407] | Fine |
| [02:18.140][Pre-Chorus: Kimya Dawson] | |
| [02:19.894] | Ever since I was a kid |
| [02:22.132] | On the backs of my two eyelids |
| [02:24.632] | I hid two Teleprompters there |
| [02:27.138] | Transmitting words from who knows where |
| [02:29.884] | And this is why when I' m on stage |
| [02:32.387] | My eyes are closed I' m in a haze |
| [02:34.143] | I look like I' m made out of clay |
| [02:37.149] | I' m overwhelmed and underglazed |
| [02:39.151] | I' m making vases out of snakes |
| [02:42.137] | I' m a kiln halffull of mistakes |
| [02:44.653] | When kneading it, air' s overlooked |
| [02:47.139] | It' s gonna crack when it gets cooked |
| [02:49.655] | So selfforgiveness is the key |
| [02:51.897] | To resculpting my sanity |
| [02:54.643] | Mindfulness, humility |
| [02:56.641] | And taking time to care for me |
| [02:59.402][Chorus: Kimya Dawson] | |
| [02:59.648] | I preach selflove I know it' s true |
| [03:02.398] | It' s easier to say than do |
| [03:04.643] | I sing these messages to you |
| [03:06.900] | But now I need to hear them too |
| [03:09.392] | I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable |
| [03:19.395] | I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable |
| [03:28.651][Verse 2: Aesop Rock] | |
| [03:29.834] | I was laying bricks in a line |
| [03:31.332] | Yap full of coppertop |
| [03:32.832] | Picturing a life beyond that of a dishwasher bot |
| [03:34.338] | Buzz ping |
| [03:35.595] | Crisscrossed arms in a tub ring |
| [03:37.346] | Learned heartbreak on a Zelda1 sub screennumb |
| [03:39.085] | Learned dark days by the scent of poached dove meat |
| [03:43.095] | Some part ways and it' s fugly |
| [03:44.844] | Maybe the sum of the parts became lesser |
| [03:46.588] | That each individually making the same gesture |
| [03:49.338] | And you don' t wanna interrupt the overlapping network |
| [03:51.837] | So you throw a bag together and elope with cabin pressure |
| [03:54.333] | To disappear instead of interfere with nutty customs |
| [03:57.079] | And differing definitions of liberty and justice |
| [03:59.580] | Big dummy dig a hole in the dirt |
| [04:01.832] | He put his head in the hole he is alone in this world |
| [04:03.840] | And dying slowly from the comfort of his home full of worms |
| [04:06.837] | Until you hear a little voice say " yo let' s go get dessert" |
| [04:08.841] | Waitwhat? |
| [04:10.578] | You need to get out more |
| [04:11.589] | I dunnoover 2 million dead bats in NY alone |
| [04:14.080] | You need to get out more |
| [04:16.337] | Maybe, maybe not |
| [04:18.588] | Maybe I' ll just stay back and survey the lot |
| [04:21.338] | You need to get out more |
| [04:21.846] | Never I am nailed to the walls in a jail made of deserts |
| [04:25.289] | You need to get out more |
| [04:26.042] | OK |
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