Big Trev Lyrics
| Song | Big Trev |
| Artist | Antennas to Heaven |
| Album | The Line Between Myth and Reality Has Always Been in Finland |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
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| [ar:] | |
| [al:] | |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Hodgson, Smith |
| [00:03.16] | I still like to think he was smiling. |
| [00:05.30] | Even though I couldn't be there to see it, I hope he understood that we were laughing with him, not at him. |
| [00:10.06] | That there was a fondness amongst us all. He wasn't the joke, he wasn't the monkey in the corner to entertain and dance. |
| [00:16.97] | He was one of us. And I know this wasn't like the time he played tennis without a shirt on. |
| [00:21.58] | And I understand that it wasn't like when he tried to sniff the metal in the middle of his ring binder and the pincers closed on his nose. |
| [00:28.49] | It wasn't even a misheard line retold for the next 10 years or the annoying songs he used to come up with. |
| [00:34.72] | It was meant well. It was meant as I intended. |
| [00:44.18] | And when I'm standing in supermarket aisles, trying to see what's free in what cereal this week or what sauce isn't the spicy one I'm not keen on, |
| [00:51.69] | the image drifts across my mind. But there's something missing. |
| [00:55.79] | I can see him standing by his moped in the front garden, school bag open to pull out his high visibility jacket. |
| [01:02.15] | And I see him pause slightly when he realises that that there is something under the plastic that should have read "AMBULANCE" on the back. |
| [01:09.61] | And there, in crude, biro letters (my crude, biro letters) is the phrase "BIG TREV". |
| [01:25.62] | But when I see it there is no face. Not no smile or sneer or scowl, but no face at all. Just blackness. Just nothing. |
| [01:35.51] | And when I try to imagine it, to force it through with my will, I can't even remember what it should look like. |
| [01:41.43] | And no matter how many times I tell myself that he was fine, that we was laughing and he was fine, what I really believe is only the black hole where the face should be. |
| ti: | |
| ar: | |
| al: | |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Hodgson, Smith |
| [00:03.16] | I still like to think he was smiling. |
| [00:05.30] | Even though I couldn' t be there to see it, I hope he understood that we were laughing with him, not at him. |
| [00:10.06] | That there was a fondness amongst us all. He wasn' t the joke, he wasn' t the monkey in the corner to entertain and dance. |
| [00:16.97] | He was one of us. And I know this wasn' t like the time he played tennis without a shirt on. |
| [00:21.58] | And I understand that it wasn' t like when he tried to sniff the metal in the middle of his ring binder and the pincers closed on his nose. |
| [00:28.49] | It wasn' t even a misheard line retold for the next 10 years or the annoying songs he used to come up with. |
| [00:34.72] | It was meant well. It was meant as I intended. |
| [00:44.18] | And when I' m standing in supermarket aisles, trying to see what' s free in what cereal this week or what sauce isn' t the spicy one I' m not keen on, |
| [00:51.69] | the image drifts across my mind. But there' s something missing. |
| [00:55.79] | I can see him standing by his moped in the front garden, school bag open to pull out his high visibility jacket. |
| [01:02.15] | And I see him pause slightly when he realises that that there is something under the plastic that should have read " AMBULANCE" on the back. |
| [01:09.61] | And there, in crude, biro letters my crude, biro letters is the phrase " BIG TREV". |
| [01:25.62] | But when I see it there is no face. Not no smile or sneer or scowl, but no face at all. Just blackness. Just nothing. |
| [01:35.51] | And when I try to imagine it, to force it through with my will, I can' t even remember what it should look like. |
| [01:41.43] | And no matter how many times I tell myself that he was fine, that we was laughing and he was fine, what I really believe is only the black hole where the face should be. |
| ti: | |
| ar: | |
| al: | |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Hodgson, Smith |
| [00:03.16] | I still like to think he was smiling. |
| [00:05.30] | Even though I couldn' t be there to see it, I hope he understood that we were laughing with him, not at him. |
| [00:10.06] | That there was a fondness amongst us all. He wasn' t the joke, he wasn' t the monkey in the corner to entertain and dance. |
| [00:16.97] | He was one of us. And I know this wasn' t like the time he played tennis without a shirt on. |
| [00:21.58] | And I understand that it wasn' t like when he tried to sniff the metal in the middle of his ring binder and the pincers closed on his nose. |
| [00:28.49] | It wasn' t even a misheard line retold for the next 10 years or the annoying songs he used to come up with. |
| [00:34.72] | It was meant well. It was meant as I intended. |
| [00:44.18] | And when I' m standing in supermarket aisles, trying to see what' s free in what cereal this week or what sauce isn' t the spicy one I' m not keen on, |
| [00:51.69] | the image drifts across my mind. But there' s something missing. |
| [00:55.79] | I can see him standing by his moped in the front garden, school bag open to pull out his high visibility jacket. |
| [01:02.15] | And I see him pause slightly when he realises that that there is something under the plastic that should have read " AMBULANCE" on the back. |
| [01:09.61] | And there, in crude, biro letters my crude, biro letters is the phrase " BIG TREV". |
| [01:25.62] | But when I see it there is no face. Not no smile or sneer or scowl, but no face at all. Just blackness. Just nothing. |
| [01:35.51] | And when I try to imagine it, to force it through with my will, I can' t even remember what it should look like. |
| [01:41.43] | And no matter how many times I tell myself that he was fine, that we was laughing and he was fine, what I really believe is only the black hole where the face should be. |
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