Song | Fortune |
Artist | The New Pornographers |
Album | Challengers: B-Sides, Demos, Alternate Mixes |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : ROOKiEZ is PUNK'D | |
作词 : SHiNNOSUKE | |
There's a straight line between suburbia and graveyards | |
And as we wander zigzag, short mysteries on our side | |
Then she reads them to me as we lunch on Sunday | |
Picnic baskets on the grave of the Lola Montez | |
Bingo games and black lights, apocalyptic walking | |
Apologies accepted, spurred by a shared design | |
Something fled on Henry, blazing blue down Cobb Street | |
We surround it, singing, "Here, king, accept your reign!" | |
I was the lucky one, too, all the same | |
(I was the lucky one all the same) | |
In the summer of my ball of flame | |
(In the summer of my ball of flame) | |
I had to rock myself in its arms, forgiven in the face of fortune | |
And with the lucky one, too, it broke apart | |
(And with the lucky one broke apart!) | |
Into pieces that were sold as art | |
(Into pieces that were sold as art!) | |
I had to rock myself in some famous places to replace my fortune | |
To replace my fortune | |
To replace my fortune | |
A dance we turn on rest here, left like breadcrumbs for you | |
Dropped from these skyscrapers, pieces from knots and loaves | |
Apocryphal and shining come the new crop circles | |
Our avenging angels singing in a secret code | |
I was the lucky one, too, all the same | |
(I was the lucky one all the same) | |
In the summer of my ball of flame | |
(In the summer of my ball of flame) | |
I had to rock myself in its arms, forgiven in the face of fortune | |
And with the lucky one, too, it broke apart | |
(And with the lucky one broke apart!) | |
Into pieces that were sold as art | |
(Into pieces that were sold as art!) | |
I had to rock myself in some famous places to replace my fortune | |
I had to rock myself in some famous places to replace my fortune | |
I had to rock myself in some famous places to replace my fortune | |
I had to rock myself in some famous places to replace my fortune |
zuo qu : ROOKiEZ is PUNK' D | |
zuo ci : SHiNNOSUKE | |
There' s a straight line between suburbia and graveyards | |
And as we wander zigzag, short mysteries on our side | |
Then she reads them to me as we lunch on Sunday | |
Picnic baskets on the grave of the Lola Montez | |
Bingo games and black lights, apocalyptic walking | |
Apologies accepted, spurred by a shared design | |
Something fled on Henry, blazing blue down Cobb Street | |
We surround it, singing, " Here, king, accept your reign!" | |
I was the lucky one, too, all the same | |
I was the lucky one all the same | |
In the summer of my ball of flame | |
In the summer of my ball of flame | |
I had to rock myself in its arms, forgiven in the face of fortune | |
And with the lucky one, too, it broke apart | |
And with the lucky one broke apart! | |
Into pieces that were sold as art | |
Into pieces that were sold as art! | |
I had to rock myself in some famous places to replace my fortune | |
To replace my fortune | |
To replace my fortune | |
A dance we turn on rest here, left like breadcrumbs for you | |
Dropped from these skyscrapers, pieces from knots and loaves | |
Apocryphal and shining come the new crop circles | |
Our avenging angels singing in a secret code | |
I was the lucky one, too, all the same | |
I was the lucky one all the same | |
In the summer of my ball of flame | |
In the summer of my ball of flame | |
I had to rock myself in its arms, forgiven in the face of fortune | |
And with the lucky one, too, it broke apart | |
And with the lucky one broke apart! | |
Into pieces that were sold as art | |
Into pieces that were sold as art! | |
I had to rock myself in some famous places to replace my fortune | |
I had to rock myself in some famous places to replace my fortune | |
I had to rock myself in some famous places to replace my fortune | |
I had to rock myself in some famous places to replace my fortune |
zuò qǔ : ROOKiEZ is PUNK' D | |
zuò cí : SHiNNOSUKE | |
There' s a straight line between suburbia and graveyards | |
And as we wander zigzag, short mysteries on our side | |
Then she reads them to me as we lunch on Sunday | |
Picnic baskets on the grave of the Lola Montez | |
Bingo games and black lights, apocalyptic walking | |
Apologies accepted, spurred by a shared design | |
Something fled on Henry, blazing blue down Cobb Street | |
We surround it, singing, " Here, king, accept your reign!" | |
I was the lucky one, too, all the same | |
I was the lucky one all the same | |
In the summer of my ball of flame | |
In the summer of my ball of flame | |
I had to rock myself in its arms, forgiven in the face of fortune | |
And with the lucky one, too, it broke apart | |
And with the lucky one broke apart! | |
Into pieces that were sold as art | |
Into pieces that were sold as art! | |
I had to rock myself in some famous places to replace my fortune | |
To replace my fortune | |
To replace my fortune | |
A dance we turn on rest here, left like breadcrumbs for you | |
Dropped from these skyscrapers, pieces from knots and loaves | |
Apocryphal and shining come the new crop circles | |
Our avenging angels singing in a secret code | |
I was the lucky one, too, all the same | |
I was the lucky one all the same | |
In the summer of my ball of flame | |
In the summer of my ball of flame | |
I had to rock myself in its arms, forgiven in the face of fortune | |
And with the lucky one, too, it broke apart | |
And with the lucky one broke apart! | |
Into pieces that were sold as art | |
Into pieces that were sold as art! | |
I had to rock myself in some famous places to replace my fortune | |
I had to rock myself in some famous places to replace my fortune | |
I had to rock myself in some famous places to replace my fortune | |
I had to rock myself in some famous places to replace my fortune |