歌曲 | Flash Delirium |
歌手 | MGMT |
专辑 | Congratulations |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Goldwasser & Vanwyngarden | |
作词 : Goldwasser & Vanwyngarden | |
Mild apprehension | |
Blank dreams of the coming fun | |
Distort the odds of a turnaround | |
Gut screams out next to none | |
So turn it on, tune it in | |
And stay inert | |
You say, "I've got the backbone" | |
The back way to escape the gun | |
Climbing a tree with a missing limb | |
And not saving anyone | |
And now it hurts to stay at home | |
And see flash | |
The mirror ball's throwing mold | |
You can't get a grip if there's nothing to hold | |
See the flash catch a white lily laugh and wilt | |
But if you must smash a glass first fill it to the hilt | |
Plants, as far as | |
I know are still | |
Still bending toward the light | |
And if we dance until the heart explodes | |
It'll make this place ignite | |
And even if this hall collapses | |
I can stand by my pillar of hope | |
It's just a case of flash delirium | |
Here's a growing culture deep inside a corpse | |
Ages stuck together taking it to the source | |
Timeless desperation, pictures on a screen scream"Hey people, what does it mean?" | |
Comfort keeps us nice | |
So quick to donate everything | |
Die wolken drifting | |
Blinding, smiling circling | |
And time's tingling spines | |
Attaching hands to floor | |
The rosy-tinted flash | |
The hot dog's getting cold | |
And you'll never be as good as the | |
Rolling Stones | |
Watch the birds in the airport gathering dirt | |
Crowd the clean magazine, chick lifting up her skirt | |
Lines when | |
I close my eyes and just | |
Aim blindly at the sun and hear love | |
When the ghosts start singing | |
Terrorizing everyone | |
Geometric troops aligning | |
Carried up to the burial mounds with gold | |
It's a heavy [Incomprehensible] but your | |
You rhythm makes it light and explode | |
Like a violent star keeps threatening the night | |
Even if this hall collapses | |
I can stand by my pillar of hope and trust | |
That our heads won't bust1655 red battleships40 earth like planets3 holes 2 tits, 1 fork in it's side | |
Zero tears in their eyes | |
Sue the spiders | |
Sink the Woelsh | |
Stab your | |
FacebookSell sell sell | |
Undercooked, overdone | |
Mass adulation not so funny | |
Poisoned honey | |
Pseudo science, silly money | |
You're my honey |
zuo qu : Goldwasser Vanwyngarden | |
zuo ci : Goldwasser Vanwyngarden | |
Mild apprehension | |
Blank dreams of the coming fun | |
Distort the odds of a turnaround | |
Gut screams out next to none | |
So turn it on, tune it in | |
And stay inert | |
You say, " I' ve got the backbone" | |
The back way to escape the gun | |
Climbing a tree with a missing limb | |
And not saving anyone | |
And now it hurts to stay at home | |
And see flash | |
The mirror ball' s throwing mold | |
You can' t get a grip if there' s nothing to hold | |
See the flash catch a white lily laugh and wilt | |
But if you must smash a glass first fill it to the hilt | |
Plants, as far as | |
I know are still | |
Still bending toward the light | |
And if we dance until the heart explodes | |
It' ll make this place ignite | |
And even if this hall collapses | |
I can stand by my pillar of hope | |
It' s just a case of flash delirium | |
Here' s a growing culture deep inside a corpse | |
Ages stuck together taking it to the source | |
Timeless desperation, pictures on a screen scream" Hey people, what does it mean?" | |
Comfort keeps us nice | |
So quick to donate everything | |
Die wolken drifting | |
Blinding, smiling circling | |
And time' s tingling spines | |
Attaching hands to floor | |
The rosytinted flash | |
The hot dog' s getting cold | |
And you' ll never be as good as the | |
Rolling Stones | |
Watch the birds in the airport gathering dirt | |
Crowd the clean magazine, chick lifting up her skirt | |
Lines when | |
I close my eyes and just | |
Aim blindly at the sun and hear love | |
When the ghosts start singing | |
Terrorizing everyone | |
Geometric troops aligning | |
Carried up to the burial mounds with gold | |
It' s a heavy Incomprehensible but your | |
You rhythm makes it light and explode | |
Like a violent star keeps threatening the night | |
Even if this hall collapses | |
I can stand by my pillar of hope and trust | |
That our heads won' t bust1655 red battleships40 earth like planets3 holes 2 tits, 1 fork in it' s side | |
Zero tears in their eyes | |
Sue the spiders | |
Sink the Woelsh | |
Stab your | |
FacebookSell sell sell | |
Undercooked, overdone | |
Mass adulation not so funny | |
Poisoned honey | |
Pseudo science, silly money | |
You' re my honey |
zuò qǔ : Goldwasser Vanwyngarden | |
zuò cí : Goldwasser Vanwyngarden | |
Mild apprehension | |
Blank dreams of the coming fun | |
Distort the odds of a turnaround | |
Gut screams out next to none | |
So turn it on, tune it in | |
And stay inert | |
You say, " I' ve got the backbone" | |
The back way to escape the gun | |
Climbing a tree with a missing limb | |
And not saving anyone | |
And now it hurts to stay at home | |
And see flash | |
The mirror ball' s throwing mold | |
You can' t get a grip if there' s nothing to hold | |
See the flash catch a white lily laugh and wilt | |
But if you must smash a glass first fill it to the hilt | |
Plants, as far as | |
I know are still | |
Still bending toward the light | |
And if we dance until the heart explodes | |
It' ll make this place ignite | |
And even if this hall collapses | |
I can stand by my pillar of hope | |
It' s just a case of flash delirium | |
Here' s a growing culture deep inside a corpse | |
Ages stuck together taking it to the source | |
Timeless desperation, pictures on a screen scream" Hey people, what does it mean?" | |
Comfort keeps us nice | |
So quick to donate everything | |
Die wolken drifting | |
Blinding, smiling circling | |
And time' s tingling spines | |
Attaching hands to floor | |
The rosytinted flash | |
The hot dog' s getting cold | |
And you' ll never be as good as the | |
Rolling Stones | |
Watch the birds in the airport gathering dirt | |
Crowd the clean magazine, chick lifting up her skirt | |
Lines when | |
I close my eyes and just | |
Aim blindly at the sun and hear love | |
When the ghosts start singing | |
Terrorizing everyone | |
Geometric troops aligning | |
Carried up to the burial mounds with gold | |
It' s a heavy Incomprehensible but your | |
You rhythm makes it light and explode | |
Like a violent star keeps threatening the night | |
Even if this hall collapses | |
I can stand by my pillar of hope and trust | |
That our heads won' t bust1655 red battleships40 earth like planets3 holes 2 tits, 1 fork in it' s side | |
Zero tears in their eyes | |
Sue the spiders | |
Sink the Woelsh | |
Stab your | |
FacebookSell sell sell | |
Undercooked, overdone | |
Mass adulation not so funny | |
Poisoned honey | |
Pseudo science, silly money | |
You' re my honey |