歌曲 | Why You'd Want to Live Here |
歌手 | Death Cab for Cutie |
专辑 | The John Byrd E.P. |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Gibbard |
[00:13.69] | I'm in Los Angeles today... |
[00:16.63] | It smells like an airport runway. |
[00:20.37] | Jet fuel stenches in the cabin |
[00:23.12] | And lights flickering at random. |
[00:32.44] | I'm in Los Angeles today... |
[00:34.00] | Garbage cans comprise the medians of freeways always creaping |
[00:42.31] | Even when the population's sleeping. |
[00:52.94] | And I can't see why you'd want to live here. |
[01:03.75] | I'm in Los Angeles today... |
[01:06.94] | Asked a gas station employee if he ever had trouble breathing |
[01:12.94] | And he said "It varies from season to season, kid." |
[01:23.07] | It's where our best are on display... |
[01:26.19] | Motion picture actors' houses |
[01:29.94] | Maps are never ever current |
[01:36.00] | So save your film and $15. |
[01:46.38] | And I can't see why you'd want to live here. |
[01:50.00] | Billboards reach past the tallest buildings, |
[01:56.60] | "We are not perfect - but we sure try." |
[02:03.72] | As UV rays "degraded" our youth with time. |
[02:15.00] | |
[02:34.16] | The vessel keeps pumping us through this zentropic place |
[02:35.85] | In the belly of the beast that is Californ-i-a, |
[02:39.41] | I drank from a faucet and I kept my receipts |
[02:43.79] | For when the weigh me on my way out |
[02:46.66] | Here nothing is free |
[02:48.65] | The greyhounds keep coming |
[02:51.15] | Dumping locusts into the street |
[02:53.52] | Until the gutters overflow |
[02:54.78] | And Los Angeles thinks, |
[02:58.65] | "I might explode someday soon." |
[03:02.66] | |
[03:19.17] | It's a lovely summer's day |
[03:25.29] | And I can almost see a skyline through a thickening shroud of egos. |
[03:41.92] | Is this the city of Angeles or demons? |
[03:44.30] | Here the names are what remain... |
[03:48.80] | Stars encapsulate the gold lame |
[03:49.86] | And they need constant cleaning for when the tourists begin salivating. |
[04:00.80] | You can't swim in a town this shallow - you will most assuredly drown tomorrow. |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Gibbard |
[00:13.69] | I' m in Los Angeles today... |
[00:16.63] | It smells like an airport runway. |
[00:20.37] | Jet fuel stenches in the cabin |
[00:23.12] | And lights flickering at random. |
[00:32.44] | I' m in Los Angeles today... |
[00:34.00] | Garbage cans comprise the medians of freeways always creaping |
[00:42.31] | Even when the population' s sleeping. |
[00:52.94] | And I can' t see why you' d want to live here. |
[01:03.75] | I' m in Los Angeles today... |
[01:06.94] | Asked a gas station employee if he ever had trouble breathing |
[01:12.94] | And he said " It varies from season to season, kid." |
[01:23.07] | It' s where our best are on display... |
[01:26.19] | Motion picture actors' houses |
[01:29.94] | Maps are never ever current |
[01:36.00] | So save your film and 15. |
[01:46.38] | And I can' t see why you' d want to live here. |
[01:50.00] | Billboards reach past the tallest buildings, |
[01:56.60] | " We are not perfect but we sure try." |
[02:03.72] | As UV rays " degraded" our youth with time. |
[02:15.00] | |
[02:34.16] | The vessel keeps pumping us through this zentropic place |
[02:35.85] | In the belly of the beast that is California, |
[02:39.41] | I drank from a faucet and I kept my receipts |
[02:43.79] | For when the weigh me on my way out |
[02:46.66] | Here nothing is free |
[02:48.65] | The greyhounds keep coming |
[02:51.15] | Dumping locusts into the street |
[02:53.52] | Until the gutters overflow |
[02:54.78] | And Los Angeles thinks, |
[02:58.65] | " I might explode someday soon." |
[03:02.66] | |
[03:19.17] | It' s a lovely summer' s day |
[03:25.29] | And I can almost see a skyline through a thickening shroud of egos. |
[03:41.92] | Is this the city of Angeles or demons? |
[03:44.30] | Here the names are what remain... |
[03:48.80] | Stars encapsulate the gold lame |
[03:49.86] | And they need constant cleaning for when the tourists begin salivating. |
[04:00.80] | You can' t swim in a town this shallow you will most assuredly drown tomorrow. |