Chalk Dust Torture Lyrics
| Song | Chalk Dust Torture |
| Artist | Phish |
| Album | At the Roxy (Atlanta '93) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Anastasio, Marshall | |
| Come stumble my mirth beaten worker | |
| I'm Jezmund the family berserker | |
| I'm bought for the price of a flagon of rice | |
| The wind buffs the cabin, you speak of your life | |
| Or more willingly | |
| Locust the | |
| LurkerConfuse what you can of the ending | |
| And revise your despise so impending' | |
| Cause I soak on the wrath that you didn't quite mask | |
| I'm getting it clearly through alternate paths | |
| Or mixed in with the signal you're sending | |
| But who can unlearn all the facts that | |
| I've learned | |
| I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned | |
| And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue | |
| Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun | |
| All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone | |
| Can't this wait till | |
| I'm old?Can't | |
| I live while | |
| I'm young? | |
| Can't I live while | |
| I'm young? | |
| But no peace for | |
| Jezmund tonight | |
| I plug the stress tube up tight | |
| And watch what | |
| I say as it flutters away | |
| To all this emotion is kept harmless at bay | |
| Not to educate somebody's fright | |
| But who can unlearn all the facts that | |
| I've learned | |
| I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned | |
| And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue | |
| Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun | |
| All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone | |
| Can't this wait till | |
| I'm old?Can't | |
| I live while | |
| I'm young? | |
| Can't I live while | |
| I'm young? | |
| Can't I live while | |
| I'm young? | |
| Can't I live while | |
| I'm young? | |
| But who can unlearn all the facts that | |
| I've learned | |
| As I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned | |
| And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue | |
| Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun | |
| All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone | |
| Can't this wait till | |
| I'm old?Can't | |
| I live while | |
| I'm young? | |
| Can't I live while | |
| I'm young? | |
| Can't I live while | |
| I'm young? | |
| Can't I live while | |
| I'm young? |
| zuo ci : Anastasio, Marshall | |
| Come stumble my mirth beaten worker | |
| I' m Jezmund the family berserker | |
| I' m bought for the price of a flagon of rice | |
| The wind buffs the cabin, you speak of your life | |
| Or more willingly | |
| Locust the | |
| LurkerConfuse what you can of the ending | |
| And revise your despise so impending' | |
| Cause I soak on the wrath that you didn' t quite mask | |
| I' m getting it clearly through alternate paths | |
| Or mixed in with the signal you' re sending | |
| But who can unlearn all the facts that | |
| I' ve learned | |
| I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned | |
| And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue | |
| Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun | |
| All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone | |
| Can' t this wait till | |
| I' m old? Can' t | |
| I live while | |
| I' m young? | |
| Can' t I live while | |
| I' m young? | |
| But no peace for | |
| Jezmund tonight | |
| I plug the stress tube up tight | |
| And watch what | |
| I say as it flutters away | |
| To all this emotion is kept harmless at bay | |
| Not to educate somebody' s fright | |
| But who can unlearn all the facts that | |
| I' ve learned | |
| I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned | |
| And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue | |
| Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun | |
| All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone | |
| Can' t this wait till | |
| I' m old? Can' t | |
| I live while | |
| I' m young? | |
| Can' t I live while | |
| I' m young? | |
| Can' t I live while | |
| I' m young? | |
| Can' t I live while | |
| I' m young? | |
| But who can unlearn all the facts that | |
| I' ve learned | |
| As I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned | |
| And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue | |
| Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun | |
| All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone | |
| Can' t this wait till | |
| I' m old? Can' t | |
| I live while | |
| I' m young? | |
| Can' t I live while | |
| I' m young? | |
| Can' t I live while | |
| I' m young? | |
| Can' t I live while | |
| I' m young? |
| zuò cí : Anastasio, Marshall | |
| Come stumble my mirth beaten worker | |
| I' m Jezmund the family berserker | |
| I' m bought for the price of a flagon of rice | |
| The wind buffs the cabin, you speak of your life | |
| Or more willingly | |
| Locust the | |
| LurkerConfuse what you can of the ending | |
| And revise your despise so impending' | |
| Cause I soak on the wrath that you didn' t quite mask | |
| I' m getting it clearly through alternate paths | |
| Or mixed in with the signal you' re sending | |
| But who can unlearn all the facts that | |
| I' ve learned | |
| I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned | |
| And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue | |
| Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun | |
| All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone | |
| Can' t this wait till | |
| I' m old? Can' t | |
| I live while | |
| I' m young? | |
| Can' t I live while | |
| I' m young? | |
| But no peace for | |
| Jezmund tonight | |
| I plug the stress tube up tight | |
| And watch what | |
| I say as it flutters away | |
| To all this emotion is kept harmless at bay | |
| Not to educate somebody' s fright | |
| But who can unlearn all the facts that | |
| I' ve learned | |
| I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned | |
| And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue | |
| Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun | |
| All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone | |
| Can' t this wait till | |
| I' m old? Can' t | |
| I live while | |
| I' m young? | |
| Can' t I live while | |
| I' m young? | |
| Can' t I live while | |
| I' m young? | |
| Can' t I live while | |
| I' m young? | |
| But who can unlearn all the facts that | |
| I' ve learned | |
| As I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned | |
| And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue | |
| Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun | |
| All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone | |
| Can' t this wait till | |
| I' m old? Can' t | |
| I live while | |
| I' m young? | |
| Can' t I live while | |
| I' m young? | |
| Can' t I live while | |
| I' m young? | |
| Can' t I live while | |
| I' m young? |
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