歌曲 | Trickle Down System |
歌手 | Giant Sand |
专辑 | Swerve |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Gelb | |
Grandpa's house lay a bit embattered. | |
The family split up since his burial. | |
Bitter fights over the family business. | |
I tell ya, if he were here today.... | |
He'd say life compared to death | |
Is so surreal. | |
My dreamhouse burns to ashes | |
Everynight before the dawn. sA | |
I rummage through and find a familiar | |
Bone to carry on. All those | |
Memories I thought were long gone. | |
I got to let them alone. Let them | |
Alone | |
Chorus: And all that you have. | |
Is easily taken. | |
All that you give. | |
Usually mistaken. | |
Take off your dresses | |
Lay naked on the bed... | |
The Trickle Down System | |
Comes a pouring into | |
Your head. | |
When we were younger, we were more | |
Like purveyors: Purverse, Purposeful. | |
And full of neglect. These days we | |
Have been reduced to Surveyors: | |
More Severe, More Soulful, and | |
Actually capable of some respect. | |
Chorus: Take off your uniform. | |
Passed the point of no return. | |
Ashes to ashes. return to cinder. | |
Maybe I'm a ponderer.... Sweet drunk | |
On a pond of her tears. | |
Chorus: Take off everything. |
zuo ci : Gelb | |
Grandpa' s house lay a bit embattered. | |
The family split up since his burial. | |
Bitter fights over the family business. | |
I tell ya, if he were here today.... | |
He' d say life compared to death | |
Is so surreal. | |
My dreamhouse burns to ashes | |
Everynight before the dawn. sA | |
I rummage through and find a familiar | |
Bone to carry on. All those | |
Memories I thought were long gone. | |
I got to let them alone. Let them | |
Alone | |
Chorus: And all that you have. | |
Is easily taken. | |
All that you give. | |
Usually mistaken. | |
Take off your dresses | |
Lay naked on the bed... | |
The Trickle Down System | |
Comes a pouring into | |
Your head. | |
When we were younger, we were more | |
Like purveyors: Purverse, Purposeful. | |
And full of neglect. These days we | |
Have been reduced to Surveyors: | |
More Severe, More Soulful, and | |
Actually capable of some respect. | |
Chorus: Take off your uniform. | |
Passed the point of no return. | |
Ashes to ashes. return to cinder. | |
Maybe I' m a ponderer.... Sweet drunk | |
On a pond of her tears. | |
Chorus: Take off everything. |
zuò cí : Gelb | |
Grandpa' s house lay a bit embattered. | |
The family split up since his burial. | |
Bitter fights over the family business. | |
I tell ya, if he were here today.... | |
He' d say life compared to death | |
Is so surreal. | |
My dreamhouse burns to ashes | |
Everynight before the dawn. sA | |
I rummage through and find a familiar | |
Bone to carry on. All those | |
Memories I thought were long gone. | |
I got to let them alone. Let them | |
Alone | |
Chorus: And all that you have. | |
Is easily taken. | |
All that you give. | |
Usually mistaken. | |
Take off your dresses | |
Lay naked on the bed... | |
The Trickle Down System | |
Comes a pouring into | |
Your head. | |
When we were younger, we were more | |
Like purveyors: Purverse, Purposeful. | |
And full of neglect. These days we | |
Have been reduced to Surveyors: | |
More Severe, More Soulful, and | |
Actually capable of some respect. | |
Chorus: Take off your uniform. | |
Passed the point of no return. | |
Ashes to ashes. return to cinder. | |
Maybe I' m a ponderer.... Sweet drunk | |
On a pond of her tears. | |
Chorus: Take off everything. |