Song | Weekend in Western Illinois |
Artist | The Mountain Goats |
Album | Full Force Galesburg |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Darnielle | |
The land's opening up like a blanket | |
And the dandelions spread themselves thickly out | |
Along the fields, which are, evidently, endless | |
And we are hotly in love with one another | |
We've got an unquenchable thirst in our throats | |
We are, for some reason, all the time bleeding | |
We are friendless | |
And we love these dogs that roll on the lawns here in Galesburg | |
Because they seem to know something nobody else knows | |
It is written in the smiles on their faces and it rings in their high young voices | |
We are burning up all of our choices up here where the tall grass grows | |
Up here in Galesburg | |
The sky's opening up like an old wound | |
And the rain on our bodies is warm tonight | |
And the ground underneath us shakes in the cracking thunder | |
We can taste fresh blood in our mouths again | |
There is no chance of getting enough of it | |
And we tally up all our posessions, we're going under | |
Yeah, we love these dogs that loll in the rain here in Galesburg | |
As the new season rocks them in its terrible arms | |
They howl as if the world were ending as we are watching the sky unwinding | |
Some of our promises were binding up here where our dreams take form | |
Up here in Galesburg | |
Up here in Galesburg |
zuo ci : Darnielle | |
The land' s opening up like a blanket | |
And the dandelions spread themselves thickly out | |
Along the fields, which are, evidently, endless | |
And we are hotly in love with one another | |
We' ve got an unquenchable thirst in our throats | |
We are, for some reason, all the time bleeding | |
We are friendless | |
And we love these dogs that roll on the lawns here in Galesburg | |
Because they seem to know something nobody else knows | |
It is written in the smiles on their faces and it rings in their high young voices | |
We are burning up all of our choices up here where the tall grass grows | |
Up here in Galesburg | |
The sky' s opening up like an old wound | |
And the rain on our bodies is warm tonight | |
And the ground underneath us shakes in the cracking thunder | |
We can taste fresh blood in our mouths again | |
There is no chance of getting enough of it | |
And we tally up all our posessions, we' re going under | |
Yeah, we love these dogs that loll in the rain here in Galesburg | |
As the new season rocks them in its terrible arms | |
They howl as if the world were ending as we are watching the sky unwinding | |
Some of our promises were binding up here where our dreams take form | |
Up here in Galesburg | |
Up here in Galesburg |
zuò cí : Darnielle | |
The land' s opening up like a blanket | |
And the dandelions spread themselves thickly out | |
Along the fields, which are, evidently, endless | |
And we are hotly in love with one another | |
We' ve got an unquenchable thirst in our throats | |
We are, for some reason, all the time bleeding | |
We are friendless | |
And we love these dogs that roll on the lawns here in Galesburg | |
Because they seem to know something nobody else knows | |
It is written in the smiles on their faces and it rings in their high young voices | |
We are burning up all of our choices up here where the tall grass grows | |
Up here in Galesburg | |
The sky' s opening up like an old wound | |
And the rain on our bodies is warm tonight | |
And the ground underneath us shakes in the cracking thunder | |
We can taste fresh blood in our mouths again | |
There is no chance of getting enough of it | |
And we tally up all our posessions, we' re going under | |
Yeah, we love these dogs that loll in the rain here in Galesburg | |
As the new season rocks them in its terrible arms | |
They howl as if the world were ending as we are watching the sky unwinding | |
Some of our promises were binding up here where our dreams take form | |
Up here in Galesburg | |
Up here in Galesburg |