歌曲 | Worthless Recluse |
歌手 | Jandek |
专辑 | Worthless Recluse |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Worthless recluse | |
Bang, pow, steel, muscle, k | |
What worse, | |
I’m alone | |
Grown the bane of not being interested in the plate they passed to you | |
All the pleasure spots in the city | |
And if I walk in, my person screams | |
I’m obviously out of place | |
My shoes don’t kick one over the other | |
So much as they used to | |
I’m here, | |
God knows it | |
But where are you | |
The object of my satisfaction? | |
But this solitude doesn’t agree with anyone | |
What’s my name? | |
Go, and be alone, and stop crying | |
Well it’s not any fun | |
And I look at myself being busy | |
And I know | |
I’m putting something off | |
What is it? | |
I remember being alive | |
In the cold northern cities | |
I didn’t need to think if | |
I were interested | |
Eight-thirty wasn’t too late | |
And I look at my lonely bed | |
Where once in my life | |
I shared it regular | |
Oooooh, the years, and the time | |
These memories that keep me going | |
From one activity to another | |
Well I don’t know which is the real life | |
What I do actively | |
Or when my thoughts are lost in time | |
My new house, in elegant comfort, is one thing | |
But being huddled in red, blue, and orange | |
Cracks in the walls, wind whistling | |
I’ll not ever forget | |
And your face behind the flowers | |
Somehow branded to my half-life | |
Which may take over yet | |
Consciously | |
I play the game of making money | |
Back in my brain, is the cold northern cities | |
And the cold that makes me jump up and down | |
I just can’t seem to kill this pain today | |
I can’t afford to do me in | |
And it makes me wonder whoever is happy in this world | |
I can’t see them, are they there? | |
The supermarkets are always jam packed, the acceptable way | |
I got a big frame, born with it, sure do need a side of beef 42 heads of lettuce, 888 potatoes | |
And all the apple pies my | |
Mack truck can drive away with | |
Cure all, better than a bandage | |
Better than the blue | |
Better even than | |
TV Oh oh, here comes the pain | |
Break out a barrel of cheese | |
Yep, we got ours | |
Ooh, coming on years since | |
I met you | |
Half the time | |
I saw you | |
Half the time one of your eyes looked past my shoulder | |
What was there? | |
Was it better than my eyes? | |
When you let me see you | |
Nothing looked better | |
Even, unfortunate or not, me | |
Maybe that’s why now, | |
I view myself in the dream | |
And finding myself, and it hurts | |
And the dream is more fun | |
Anything beats the pain of being me and knowing | |
I’m alone | |
And putting off doing something, whatever it is | |
I guess, something, like | |
Living in northern city doorways | |
Heading north, to the woods, to clean earth (?) | |
Back where the police invite you to | |
The back seat of their car, check you out | |
Why can’t | |
I shave and do my part to build man’s home? | |
Where do you live, man? | |
Do you really live here? | |
Why does my dream keep forgetting that? | |
Power, let’s build power | |
I guess it spreads the | |
English language | |
Communication, no more tribes with shrunken heads | |
It’s inevitable, it’s my playground | |
But I have to be serious | |
Step into the car, mister. | |
What are you? | |
I’m a little boy, | |
I don’t wanna be big | |
I’ll act out my part, and lean on my half-life | |
In times of trouble, or when it’s just there | |
What else can | |
I do? Except be a man, and visit ice castle | |
And live on rocks even if it is cement | |
And anything’s better than all this dirt and grass | |
So far from the woods, give me cement and wall to wall people | |
Let me know where | |
I am Or show me the way to the woods | |
Wearing deerskin shoes, and carrying a club | |
Or walking naked on top the snow, light as the air | |
Black leather head to toe | |
With some place to go. | |
I wanna be where no time is the wrong time | |
Where everything falls in place | |
Like fiber-optics, ultrasonic waves, and control systems | |
Control is the name of the game | |
Lord God, let me get it down | |
When I get it to a fine | |
T, it’s gone | |
Let it build to perfection, and stay | |
Oh well, take off | |
Target eternal light, all systems go. | |
Satisfaction | |
Maybe then this worthless recluse can carry a torch | |
Look, I’m a human | |
But I’m something supernatural | |
The dream gives light | |
Listen all you dead and dying | |
Don’t be afraid | |
If it hurts, let it die | |
The Easter lily blooms | |
Its smell surrounds the table | |
An unforgettable presence, an ominous sight | |
The purple foil covers the vase pot | |
Casting reflections through the diffused light | |
Such beauty and awesome fragrance | |
Who ever thought they could remove this sanctuary | |
I don’t like fighting, especially when | |
I’m fighting me | |
I’m staying up late and | |
I don’t really know why | |
I hope I can live till tomorrow and the next day without eating | |
I’m fed up with eating for a while | |
I know it, it’s only weakness | |
That binds me at the supermarket counter | |
Trading green paper for something to do | |
Blessed are the sociable, that say stupid things | |
And get close to their neighbors | |
It takes a worthless recluse to shrink from groups | |
It takes a half-hearted chicken recluse | |
To live among people | |
The best of them disappear | |
And that’s what it’s all about | |
That’s why | |
I can’t make it | |
I’m not strong enough to disappear | |
It takes a supernatural being to disappear | |
I’m not that good | |
This human thing in me wants me to be a hero | |
I want people to think | |
I’m great | |
I want people giving me so much money | |
That I have an airplane, a boat and car and house that’s everywhere | |
And the network to support all this | |
So where is it? | |
Stuck in the dream, because | |
I don’t have the courage to disappear | |
I know it’s the only way to salvation, but | |
The old nag human me still wants to play with money, people and things | |
To make a name in the world | |
Disappearing to | |
God’s eye | |
And away from the eye of the world | |
Is the big step | |
Weaklings like me have to hang around, and play, and fudge, and delay | |
For fear of the big step | |
I’m just lucky | |
I even know about it | |
The only reason | |
I do know | |
Is I begged god to tell me about it | |
On my knees, screaming with pain | |
On the sixth floor, in | |
New York City | |
So I’m telling you about it | |
Everyone doesn’t have to live in northern doorways | |
To take the big step | |
Or go to the woods, or ice | |
We all have our way to go, but everyone knows | |
Now that I’m telling you | |
That there is something to do | |
A big step to take | |
Into the eye of | |
God Play human if you have to | |
But at least know | |
And don’t kid yourself | |
Behind that big piece of delicious poison | |
All you dead and dying | |
Disappear to your own eye | |
So that you don’t see yourself | |
Live the half-life | |
Step inside the dream |
Worthless recluse | |
Bang, pow, steel, muscle, k | |
What worse, | |
I' m alone | |
Grown the bane of not being interested in the plate they passed to you | |
All the pleasure spots in the city | |
And if I walk in, my person screams | |
I' m obviously out of place | |
My shoes don' t kick one over the other | |
So much as they used to | |
I' m here, | |
God knows it | |
But where are you | |
The object of my satisfaction? | |
But this solitude doesn' t agree with anyone | |
What' s my name? | |
Go, and be alone, and stop crying | |
Well it' s not any fun | |
And I look at myself being busy | |
And I know | |
I' m putting something off | |
What is it? | |
I remember being alive | |
In the cold northern cities | |
I didn' t need to think if | |
I were interested | |
Eightthirty wasn' t too late | |
And I look at my lonely bed | |
Where once in my life | |
I shared it regular | |
Oooooh, the years, and the time | |
These memories that keep me going | |
From one activity to another | |
Well I don' t know which is the real life | |
What I do actively | |
Or when my thoughts are lost in time | |
My new house, in elegant comfort, is one thing | |
But being huddled in red, blue, and orange | |
Cracks in the walls, wind whistling | |
I' ll not ever forget | |
And your face behind the flowers | |
Somehow branded to my halflife | |
Which may take over yet | |
Consciously | |
I play the game of making money | |
Back in my brain, is the cold northern cities | |
And the cold that makes me jump up and down | |
I just can' t seem to kill this pain today | |
I can' t afford to do me in | |
And it makes me wonder whoever is happy in this world | |
I can' t see them, are they there? | |
The supermarkets are always jam packed, the acceptable way | |
I got a big frame, born with it, sure do need a side of beef 42 heads of lettuce, 888 potatoes | |
And all the apple pies my | |
Mack truck can drive away with | |
Cure all, better than a bandage | |
Better than the blue | |
Better even than | |
TV Oh oh, here comes the pain | |
Break out a barrel of cheese | |
Yep, we got ours | |
Ooh, coming on years since | |
I met you | |
Half the time | |
I saw you | |
Half the time one of your eyes looked past my shoulder | |
What was there? | |
Was it better than my eyes? | |
When you let me see you | |
Nothing looked better | |
Even, unfortunate or not, me | |
Maybe that' s why now, | |
I view myself in the dream | |
And finding myself, and it hurts | |
And the dream is more fun | |
Anything beats the pain of being me and knowing | |
I' m alone | |
And putting off doing something, whatever it is | |
I guess, something, like | |
Living in northern city doorways | |
Heading north, to the woods, to clean earth ? | |
Back where the police invite you to | |
The back seat of their car, check you out | |
Why can' t | |
I shave and do my part to build man' s home? | |
Where do you live, man? | |
Do you really live here? | |
Why does my dream keep forgetting that? | |
Power, let' s build power | |
I guess it spreads the | |
English language | |
Communication, no more tribes with shrunken heads | |
It' s inevitable, it' s my playground | |
But I have to be serious | |
Step into the car, mister. | |
What are you? | |
I' m a little boy, | |
I don' t wanna be big | |
I' ll act out my part, and lean on my halflife | |
In times of trouble, or when it' s just there | |
What else can | |
I do? Except be a man, and visit ice castle | |
And live on rocks even if it is cement | |
And anything' s better than all this dirt and grass | |
So far from the woods, give me cement and wall to wall people | |
Let me know where | |
I am Or show me the way to the woods | |
Wearing deerskin shoes, and carrying a club | |
Or walking naked on top the snow, light as the air | |
Black leather head to toe | |
With some place to go. | |
I wanna be where no time is the wrong time | |
Where everything falls in place | |
Like fiberoptics, ultrasonic waves, and control systems | |
Control is the name of the game | |
Lord God, let me get it down | |
When I get it to a fine | |
T, it' s gone | |
Let it build to perfection, and stay | |
Oh well, take off | |
Target eternal light, all systems go. | |
Satisfaction | |
Maybe then this worthless recluse can carry a torch | |
Look, I' m a human | |
But I' m something supernatural | |
The dream gives light | |
Listen all you dead and dying | |
Don' t be afraid | |
If it hurts, let it die | |
The Easter lily blooms | |
Its smell surrounds the table | |
An unforgettable presence, an ominous sight | |
The purple foil covers the vase pot | |
Casting reflections through the diffused light | |
Such beauty and awesome fragrance | |
Who ever thought they could remove this sanctuary | |
I don' t like fighting, especially when | |
I' m fighting me | |
I' m staying up late and | |
I don' t really know why | |
I hope I can live till tomorrow and the next day without eating | |
I' m fed up with eating for a while | |
I know it, it' s only weakness | |
That binds me at the supermarket counter | |
Trading green paper for something to do | |
Blessed are the sociable, that say stupid things | |
And get close to their neighbors | |
It takes a worthless recluse to shrink from groups | |
It takes a halfhearted chicken recluse | |
To live among people | |
The best of them disappear | |
And that' s what it' s all about | |
That' s why | |
I can' t make it | |
I' m not strong enough to disappear | |
It takes a supernatural being to disappear | |
I' m not that good | |
This human thing in me wants me to be a hero | |
I want people to think | |
I' m great | |
I want people giving me so much money | |
That I have an airplane, a boat and car and house that' s everywhere | |
And the network to support all this | |
So where is it? | |
Stuck in the dream, because | |
I don' t have the courage to disappear | |
I know it' s the only way to salvation, but | |
The old nag human me still wants to play with money, people and things | |
To make a name in the world | |
Disappearing to | |
God' s eye | |
And away from the eye of the world | |
Is the big step | |
Weaklings like me have to hang around, and play, and fudge, and delay | |
For fear of the big step | |
I' m just lucky | |
I even know about it | |
The only reason | |
I do know | |
Is I begged god to tell me about it | |
On my knees, screaming with pain | |
On the sixth floor, in | |
New York City | |
So I' m telling you about it | |
Everyone doesn' t have to live in northern doorways | |
To take the big step | |
Or go to the woods, or ice | |
We all have our way to go, but everyone knows | |
Now that I' m telling you | |
That there is something to do | |
A big step to take | |
Into the eye of | |
God Play human if you have to | |
But at least know | |
And don' t kid yourself | |
Behind that big piece of delicious poison | |
All you dead and dying | |
Disappear to your own eye | |
So that you don' t see yourself | |
Live the halflife | |
Step inside the dream |
Worthless recluse | |
Bang, pow, steel, muscle, k | |
What worse, | |
I' m alone | |
Grown the bane of not being interested in the plate they passed to you | |
All the pleasure spots in the city | |
And if I walk in, my person screams | |
I' m obviously out of place | |
My shoes don' t kick one over the other | |
So much as they used to | |
I' m here, | |
God knows it | |
But where are you | |
The object of my satisfaction? | |
But this solitude doesn' t agree with anyone | |
What' s my name? | |
Go, and be alone, and stop crying | |
Well it' s not any fun | |
And I look at myself being busy | |
And I know | |
I' m putting something off | |
What is it? | |
I remember being alive | |
In the cold northern cities | |
I didn' t need to think if | |
I were interested | |
Eightthirty wasn' t too late | |
And I look at my lonely bed | |
Where once in my life | |
I shared it regular | |
Oooooh, the years, and the time | |
These memories that keep me going | |
From one activity to another | |
Well I don' t know which is the real life | |
What I do actively | |
Or when my thoughts are lost in time | |
My new house, in elegant comfort, is one thing | |
But being huddled in red, blue, and orange | |
Cracks in the walls, wind whistling | |
I' ll not ever forget | |
And your face behind the flowers | |
Somehow branded to my halflife | |
Which may take over yet | |
Consciously | |
I play the game of making money | |
Back in my brain, is the cold northern cities | |
And the cold that makes me jump up and down | |
I just can' t seem to kill this pain today | |
I can' t afford to do me in | |
And it makes me wonder whoever is happy in this world | |
I can' t see them, are they there? | |
The supermarkets are always jam packed, the acceptable way | |
I got a big frame, born with it, sure do need a side of beef 42 heads of lettuce, 888 potatoes | |
And all the apple pies my | |
Mack truck can drive away with | |
Cure all, better than a bandage | |
Better than the blue | |
Better even than | |
TV Oh oh, here comes the pain | |
Break out a barrel of cheese | |
Yep, we got ours | |
Ooh, coming on years since | |
I met you | |
Half the time | |
I saw you | |
Half the time one of your eyes looked past my shoulder | |
What was there? | |
Was it better than my eyes? | |
When you let me see you | |
Nothing looked better | |
Even, unfortunate or not, me | |
Maybe that' s why now, | |
I view myself in the dream | |
And finding myself, and it hurts | |
And the dream is more fun | |
Anything beats the pain of being me and knowing | |
I' m alone | |
And putting off doing something, whatever it is | |
I guess, something, like | |
Living in northern city doorways | |
Heading north, to the woods, to clean earth ? | |
Back where the police invite you to | |
The back seat of their car, check you out | |
Why can' t | |
I shave and do my part to build man' s home? | |
Where do you live, man? | |
Do you really live here? | |
Why does my dream keep forgetting that? | |
Power, let' s build power | |
I guess it spreads the | |
English language | |
Communication, no more tribes with shrunken heads | |
It' s inevitable, it' s my playground | |
But I have to be serious | |
Step into the car, mister. | |
What are you? | |
I' m a little boy, | |
I don' t wanna be big | |
I' ll act out my part, and lean on my halflife | |
In times of trouble, or when it' s just there | |
What else can | |
I do? Except be a man, and visit ice castle | |
And live on rocks even if it is cement | |
And anything' s better than all this dirt and grass | |
So far from the woods, give me cement and wall to wall people | |
Let me know where | |
I am Or show me the way to the woods | |
Wearing deerskin shoes, and carrying a club | |
Or walking naked on top the snow, light as the air | |
Black leather head to toe | |
With some place to go. | |
I wanna be where no time is the wrong time | |
Where everything falls in place | |
Like fiberoptics, ultrasonic waves, and control systems | |
Control is the name of the game | |
Lord God, let me get it down | |
When I get it to a fine | |
T, it' s gone | |
Let it build to perfection, and stay | |
Oh well, take off | |
Target eternal light, all systems go. | |
Satisfaction | |
Maybe then this worthless recluse can carry a torch | |
Look, I' m a human | |
But I' m something supernatural | |
The dream gives light | |
Listen all you dead and dying | |
Don' t be afraid | |
If it hurts, let it die | |
The Easter lily blooms | |
Its smell surrounds the table | |
An unforgettable presence, an ominous sight | |
The purple foil covers the vase pot | |
Casting reflections through the diffused light | |
Such beauty and awesome fragrance | |
Who ever thought they could remove this sanctuary | |
I don' t like fighting, especially when | |
I' m fighting me | |
I' m staying up late and | |
I don' t really know why | |
I hope I can live till tomorrow and the next day without eating | |
I' m fed up with eating for a while | |
I know it, it' s only weakness | |
That binds me at the supermarket counter | |
Trading green paper for something to do | |
Blessed are the sociable, that say stupid things | |
And get close to their neighbors | |
It takes a worthless recluse to shrink from groups | |
It takes a halfhearted chicken recluse | |
To live among people | |
The best of them disappear | |
And that' s what it' s all about | |
That' s why | |
I can' t make it | |
I' m not strong enough to disappear | |
It takes a supernatural being to disappear | |
I' m not that good | |
This human thing in me wants me to be a hero | |
I want people to think | |
I' m great | |
I want people giving me so much money | |
That I have an airplane, a boat and car and house that' s everywhere | |
And the network to support all this | |
So where is it? | |
Stuck in the dream, because | |
I don' t have the courage to disappear | |
I know it' s the only way to salvation, but | |
The old nag human me still wants to play with money, people and things | |
To make a name in the world | |
Disappearing to | |
God' s eye | |
And away from the eye of the world | |
Is the big step | |
Weaklings like me have to hang around, and play, and fudge, and delay | |
For fear of the big step | |
I' m just lucky | |
I even know about it | |
The only reason | |
I do know | |
Is I begged god to tell me about it | |
On my knees, screaming with pain | |
On the sixth floor, in | |
New York City | |
So I' m telling you about it | |
Everyone doesn' t have to live in northern doorways | |
To take the big step | |
Or go to the woods, or ice | |
We all have our way to go, but everyone knows | |
Now that I' m telling you | |
That there is something to do | |
A big step to take | |
Into the eye of | |
God Play human if you have to | |
But at least know | |
And don' t kid yourself | |
Behind that big piece of delicious poison | |
All you dead and dying | |
Disappear to your own eye | |
So that you don' t see yourself | |
Live the halflife | |
Step inside the dream |