Song | Impression of J. Temperance |
Artist | The Fall |
Album | Grotesque (After the Gramme) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Riley, Scanlon, Smith | |
Hate wide for dog breeder | |
in the [town of her thoughts] | |
Never seen dog breeder | |
This is the tale of his replica. | |
Name was J. Temperance | |
Only two did not hate him | |
Because peasants fear local indifference | |
Pet shop and the vet, Cameron. | |
One night vet is called out | |
from his overpaid leisure | |
To Temperance household, their limit ran out | |
and phoned his wife in terror. | |
The next bit is hard to relate. | |
(There are no read-outs to this part of the track.) | |
The new born thing hard to describe | |
Like a rat that's been trapped inside | |
A warehouse face, near a city tide | |
Brown sockets, purple eyes | |
A bed with rubbish from disposal barges | |
Brown uncovered no changeling, | |
as the birth was witnessed. | |
Only one person could do this: | |
Yes, it's Cameron | |
And the thing was in the | |
Impression of J. Temperance. | |
This hideous replica. |
zuo ci : Riley, Scanlon, Smith | |
Hate wide for dog breeder | |
in the town of her thoughts | |
Never seen dog breeder | |
This is the tale of his replica. | |
Name was J. Temperance | |
Only two did not hate him | |
Because peasants fear local indifference | |
Pet shop and the vet, Cameron. | |
One night vet is called out | |
from his overpaid leisure | |
To Temperance household, their limit ran out | |
and phoned his wife in terror. | |
The next bit is hard to relate. | |
There are no readouts to this part of the track. | |
The new born thing hard to describe | |
Like a rat that' s been trapped inside | |
A warehouse face, near a city tide | |
Brown sockets, purple eyes | |
A bed with rubbish from disposal barges | |
Brown uncovered no changeling, | |
as the birth was witnessed. | |
Only one person could do this: | |
Yes, it' s Cameron | |
And the thing was in the | |
Impression of J. Temperance. | |
This hideous replica. |
zuò cí : Riley, Scanlon, Smith | |
Hate wide for dog breeder | |
in the town of her thoughts | |
Never seen dog breeder | |
This is the tale of his replica. | |
Name was J. Temperance | |
Only two did not hate him | |
Because peasants fear local indifference | |
Pet shop and the vet, Cameron. | |
One night vet is called out | |
from his overpaid leisure | |
To Temperance household, their limit ran out | |
and phoned his wife in terror. | |
The next bit is hard to relate. | |
There are no readouts to this part of the track. | |
The new born thing hard to describe | |
Like a rat that' s been trapped inside | |
A warehouse face, near a city tide | |
Brown sockets, purple eyes | |
A bed with rubbish from disposal barges | |
Brown uncovered no changeling, | |
as the birth was witnessed. | |
Only one person could do this: | |
Yes, it' s Cameron | |
And the thing was in the | |
Impression of J. Temperance. | |
This hideous replica. |