Song | I Wanted to Be Wrong |
Artist | R.E.M. |
Album | R.E.M. Live |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Buck, Mills, Stipe |
[00:03.53] | Album: Around the Sun |
[00:05.73][00:10.77][04:08.43][04:32.80] | |
[00:06.88] | Editor: FlwoerSpider ( ICQ) |
[00:13.44] | You know where I come from |
[00:16.71] | You know what I feel |
[00:19.97] | You're Yul Brenner Westworld |
[00:22.84] | Reporting from the field. |
[00:26.20] | I threw it into reverse, |
[00:28.76] | Made a motion to repeal. |
[00:32.59] | You kicked my legs from under me, |
[00:35.58] | And tried to take the wheel. |
[00:39.15][01:36.87] | I told you I wanted to be wrong, |
[00:43.36][01:40.80] | But everyone is humming a song |
[00:47.13][03:08.47] | That I don't understand. |
[00:55.07] | Now I know that the sun has shined on my side of the street. |
[01:01.37] | The basket of America, the weevils and the wheat. |
[01:07.73] | The milk and honeyed congregation, scrubbed and apple-cheeked |
[01:14.09] | Salute Apollo 13 from the rattle jewelry seats. |
[01:20.53] | Mythology's seductive and it turned a trick on me |
[01:27.16] | That I have just begun to understand. |
[01:44.80] | That I don't understand. |
[02:18.29] | The rodeo is staged, gold circle goat-ropers and clowns. |
[02:24.75] | A rumble in the third act, tie 'em up and burn 'em down. |
[02:31.28] | We're armed to the teeth, born a little breech; |
[02:37.91] | Blue-plate special analysts, cells and SUV's |
[02:44.31] | We can't approach the Allies 'cause they seem a little peeved |
[02:50.69] | And speak a language we don't understand. |
[03:00.56] | I told you I wanted to be wrong |
[03:04.41] | But everyone is humming a song |
[03:43.66] | Storm into the boardroom of the conquering elite. |
[03:49.93] | Did you recognize the madman who is shouting in the streets? |
[03:56.44] | Destroy the things that I don't understand |
[04:03.00] | Destroy the things that I don't understand. |
[04:10.07] | <END> |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Buck, Mills, Stipe |
[00:03.53] | Album: Around the Sun |
[00:05.73][00:10.77][04:08.43][04:32.80] | |
[00:06.88] | Editor: FlwoerSpider ICQ |
[00:13.44] | You know where I come from |
[00:16.71] | You know what I feel |
[00:19.97] | You' re Yul Brenner Westworld |
[00:22.84] | Reporting from the field. |
[00:26.20] | I threw it into reverse, |
[00:28.76] | Made a motion to repeal. |
[00:32.59] | You kicked my legs from under me, |
[00:35.58] | And tried to take the wheel. |
[00:39.15][01:36.87] | I told you I wanted to be wrong, |
[00:43.36][01:40.80] | But everyone is humming a song |
[00:47.13][03:08.47] | That I don' t understand. |
[00:55.07] | Now I know that the sun has shined on my side of the street. |
[01:01.37] | The basket of America, the weevils and the wheat. |
[01:07.73] | The milk and honeyed congregation, scrubbed and applecheeked |
[01:14.09] | Salute Apollo 13 from the rattle jewelry seats. |
[01:20.53] | Mythology' s seductive and it turned a trick on me |
[01:27.16] | That I have just begun to understand. |
[01:44.80] | That I don' t understand. |
[02:18.29] | The rodeo is staged, gold circle goatropers and clowns. |
[02:24.75] | A rumble in the third act, tie ' em up and burn ' em down. |
[02:31.28] | We' re armed to the teeth, born a little breech |
[02:37.91] | Blueplate special analysts, cells and SUV' s |
[02:44.31] | We can' t approach the Allies ' cause they seem a little peeved |
[02:50.69] | And speak a language we don' t understand. |
[03:00.56] | I told you I wanted to be wrong |
[03:04.41] | But everyone is humming a song |
[03:43.66] | Storm into the boardroom of the conquering elite. |
[03:49.93] | Did you recognize the madman who is shouting in the streets? |
[03:56.44] | Destroy the things that I don' t understand |
[04:03.00] | Destroy the things that I don' t understand. |
[04:10.07] | END |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Buck, Mills, Stipe |
[00:03.53] | Album: Around the Sun |
[00:05.73][00:10.77][04:08.43][04:32.80] | |
[00:06.88] | Editor: FlwoerSpider ICQ |
[00:13.44] | You know where I come from |
[00:16.71] | You know what I feel |
[00:19.97] | You' re Yul Brenner Westworld |
[00:22.84] | Reporting from the field. |
[00:26.20] | I threw it into reverse, |
[00:28.76] | Made a motion to repeal. |
[00:32.59] | You kicked my legs from under me, |
[00:35.58] | And tried to take the wheel. |
[00:39.15][01:36.87] | I told you I wanted to be wrong, |
[00:43.36][01:40.80] | But everyone is humming a song |
[00:47.13][03:08.47] | That I don' t understand. |
[00:55.07] | Now I know that the sun has shined on my side of the street. |
[01:01.37] | The basket of America, the weevils and the wheat. |
[01:07.73] | The milk and honeyed congregation, scrubbed and applecheeked |
[01:14.09] | Salute Apollo 13 from the rattle jewelry seats. |
[01:20.53] | Mythology' s seductive and it turned a trick on me |
[01:27.16] | That I have just begun to understand. |
[01:44.80] | That I don' t understand. |
[02:18.29] | The rodeo is staged, gold circle goatropers and clowns. |
[02:24.75] | A rumble in the third act, tie ' em up and burn ' em down. |
[02:31.28] | We' re armed to the teeth, born a little breech |
[02:37.91] | Blueplate special analysts, cells and SUV' s |
[02:44.31] | We can' t approach the Allies ' cause they seem a little peeved |
[02:50.69] | And speak a language we don' t understand. |
[03:00.56] | I told you I wanted to be wrong |
[03:04.41] | But everyone is humming a song |
[03:43.66] | Storm into the boardroom of the conquering elite. |
[03:49.93] | Did you recognize the madman who is shouting in the streets? |
[03:56.44] | Destroy the things that I don' t understand |
[04:03.00] | Destroy the things that I don' t understand. |
[04:10.07] | END |