Song | Blue Rosebuds |
Artist | The Residents |
Album | Duck Stab, Buster & Glen |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Residents | |
I love you and 'cause I do | |
My sky has changed | |
>From grey to blue | |
But blue's not just | |
A color of the rainbow | |
It's shade is not a hazy hue | |
But pure and hard | |
My blue sky blue | |
It's like a Roman candle | |
Coming rosebuds | |
"Your words are empty hollow bleatings | |
Of a mental crutch | |
They're open-festered indigestion | |
With a velvet touch | |
An ether-eating Eskimo | |
Would gag upon your sight | |
Convulsed into oblivion | |
>From laughter or from fright | |
A coma with a swee t aroma | |
Is your only dream | |
Malignant with the misconception | |
That a grunt can gleam | |
Your lichen-covered corpuscles | |
Are filthy to my fist | |
Infection is your finest flower | |
Mildewed in the mist." | |
I love you and 'cause I do | |
My skies have changed | |
>From grey to blue | |
But blue's not just a color | |
Of the rainbow | |
It's shade is not a hazy hue | |
But pure and hard | |
My blue sky blue | |
It's like a Roman candle | |
Coming rosebuds | |
Blue rosebuds |
zuo ci : Residents | |
I love you and ' cause I do | |
My sky has changed | |
From grey to blue | |
But blue' s not just | |
A color of the rainbow | |
It' s shade is not a hazy hue | |
But pure and hard | |
My blue sky blue | |
It' s like a Roman candle | |
Coming rosebuds | |
" Your words are empty hollow bleatings | |
Of a mental crutch | |
They' re openfestered indigestion | |
With a velvet touch | |
An ethereating Eskimo | |
Would gag upon your sight | |
Convulsed into oblivion | |
From laughter or from fright | |
A coma with a swee t aroma | |
Is your only dream | |
Malignant with the misconception | |
That a grunt can gleam | |
Your lichencovered corpuscles | |
Are filthy to my fist | |
Infection is your finest flower | |
Mildewed in the mist." | |
I love you and ' cause I do | |
My skies have changed | |
From grey to blue | |
But blue' s not just a color | |
Of the rainbow | |
It' s shade is not a hazy hue | |
But pure and hard | |
My blue sky blue | |
It' s like a Roman candle | |
Coming rosebuds | |
Blue rosebuds |
zuò cí : Residents | |
I love you and ' cause I do | |
My sky has changed | |
From grey to blue | |
But blue' s not just | |
A color of the rainbow | |
It' s shade is not a hazy hue | |
But pure and hard | |
My blue sky blue | |
It' s like a Roman candle | |
Coming rosebuds | |
" Your words are empty hollow bleatings | |
Of a mental crutch | |
They' re openfestered indigestion | |
With a velvet touch | |
An ethereating Eskimo | |
Would gag upon your sight | |
Convulsed into oblivion | |
From laughter or from fright | |
A coma with a swee t aroma | |
Is your only dream | |
Malignant with the misconception | |
That a grunt can gleam | |
Your lichencovered corpuscles | |
Are filthy to my fist | |
Infection is your finest flower | |
Mildewed in the mist." | |
I love you and ' cause I do | |
My skies have changed | |
From grey to blue | |
But blue' s not just a color | |
Of the rainbow | |
It' s shade is not a hazy hue | |
But pure and hard | |
My blue sky blue | |
It' s like a Roman candle | |
Coming rosebuds | |
Blue rosebuds |