Song | Pull up the Roots |
Artist | Talking Heads |
Album | Speaking in Tongues |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Byrne, Frantz, Harrison ... | |
Hello again | |
Yes indeed my friend | |
I can tell | |
Goin' get together again | |
I could be right | |
I could b ewrong | |
I feel nice when I sing this song | |
And I don't mind | |
Whatever happens is fine | |
Baby likes to keep on playing . . . | |
What do I know, what do I know? | |
Wilder than the place we live in . . . | |
I'll take you there, I'll take you there | |
I don't mind some slight disorder . . . | |
Pull up the roots pull up the roots | |
And I know ev'ry living creature . . | |
Pull up the roots, pull up the roots | |
And I know you | |
I understand what you do | |
Yes, indeed | |
I put the hat on my head | |
Come outa your mess | |
Bring yourself in | |
I feel nice when I start to sing | |
And I can see | |
Ev'ryone else is like me | |
Towns that dissapeared completely . . . | |
Pull up the roost, pull up the roots | |
Miles and miles of endless highway . . . | |
Pull up the roost, pull up the roots | |
Colored lights and shiney curtains . . . | |
I'll take you there, I'll take you there | |
Ev'rything has been forgiven . . . | |
Pull up the roost, pull up the roots | |
Well I have a good time . . . when I go out of my mind | |
And it's a wonderful place . . . and I can't wait to be there | |
And I hear beautiful sounds . . . coming outa the ground | |
Gonna take us a while . . . but we'll go hundreds of times | |
Baby likes to keep on playing . . . | |
What d'you know? what d'you I know? | |
Wilder than the place we live in . . . | |
I'll take you there, I'll take you there | |
And I don't mind some slight disorder . . . | |
Pull up the roots pull up the roots | |
And no more time for talkin' it over . . . | |
Pull up the roots, pull up the roots | |
Well I have a good time . . . when I go out of my mind | |
And it's a wonderful place . . . and I can't wait to be there | |
And I hear beautiful sounds . . . coming outa the ground | |
Someone musta been high . . . but I guess it's alright |
zuo ci : Byrne, Frantz, Harrison ... | |
Hello again | |
Yes indeed my friend | |
I can tell | |
Goin' get together again | |
I could be right | |
I could b ewrong | |
I feel nice when I sing this song | |
And I don' t mind | |
Whatever happens is fine | |
Baby likes to keep on playing . . . | |
What do I know, what do I know? | |
Wilder than the place we live in . . . | |
I' ll take you there, I' ll take you there | |
I don' t mind some slight disorder . . . | |
Pull up the roots pull up the roots | |
And I know ev' ry living creature . . | |
Pull up the roots, pull up the roots | |
And I know you | |
I understand what you do | |
Yes, indeed | |
I put the hat on my head | |
Come outa your mess | |
Bring yourself in | |
I feel nice when I start to sing | |
And I can see | |
Ev' ryone else is like me | |
Towns that dissapeared completely . . . | |
Pull up the roost, pull up the roots | |
Miles and miles of endless highway . . . | |
Pull up the roost, pull up the roots | |
Colored lights and shiney curtains . . . | |
I' ll take you there, I' ll take you there | |
Ev' rything has been forgiven . . . | |
Pull up the roost, pull up the roots | |
Well I have a good time . . . when I go out of my mind | |
And it' s a wonderful place . . . and I can' t wait to be there | |
And I hear beautiful sounds . . . coming outa the ground | |
Gonna take us a while . . . but we' ll go hundreds of times | |
Baby likes to keep on playing . . . | |
What d' you know? what d' you I know? | |
Wilder than the place we live in . . . | |
I' ll take you there, I' ll take you there | |
And I don' t mind some slight disorder . . . | |
Pull up the roots pull up the roots | |
And no more time for talkin' it over . . . | |
Pull up the roots, pull up the roots | |
Well I have a good time . . . when I go out of my mind | |
And it' s a wonderful place . . . and I can' t wait to be there | |
And I hear beautiful sounds . . . coming outa the ground | |
Someone musta been high . . . but I guess it' s alright |
zuò cí : Byrne, Frantz, Harrison ... | |
Hello again | |
Yes indeed my friend | |
I can tell | |
Goin' get together again | |
I could be right | |
I could b ewrong | |
I feel nice when I sing this song | |
And I don' t mind | |
Whatever happens is fine | |
Baby likes to keep on playing . . . | |
What do I know, what do I know? | |
Wilder than the place we live in . . . | |
I' ll take you there, I' ll take you there | |
I don' t mind some slight disorder . . . | |
Pull up the roots pull up the roots | |
And I know ev' ry living creature . . | |
Pull up the roots, pull up the roots | |
And I know you | |
I understand what you do | |
Yes, indeed | |
I put the hat on my head | |
Come outa your mess | |
Bring yourself in | |
I feel nice when I start to sing | |
And I can see | |
Ev' ryone else is like me | |
Towns that dissapeared completely . . . | |
Pull up the roost, pull up the roots | |
Miles and miles of endless highway . . . | |
Pull up the roost, pull up the roots | |
Colored lights and shiney curtains . . . | |
I' ll take you there, I' ll take you there | |
Ev' rything has been forgiven . . . | |
Pull up the roost, pull up the roots | |
Well I have a good time . . . when I go out of my mind | |
And it' s a wonderful place . . . and I can' t wait to be there | |
And I hear beautiful sounds . . . coming outa the ground | |
Gonna take us a while . . . but we' ll go hundreds of times | |
Baby likes to keep on playing . . . | |
What d' you know? what d' you I know? | |
Wilder than the place we live in . . . | |
I' ll take you there, I' ll take you there | |
And I don' t mind some slight disorder . . . | |
Pull up the roots pull up the roots | |
And no more time for talkin' it over . . . | |
Pull up the roots, pull up the roots | |
Well I have a good time . . . when I go out of my mind | |
And it' s a wonderful place . . . and I can' t wait to be there | |
And I hear beautiful sounds . . . coming outa the ground | |
Someone musta been high . . . but I guess it' s alright |