Song | Me and Mia |
Artist | Ted Leo and the Pharmacists |
Album | Shake the Sheets |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Leo | |
As I was walking through a life one morning | |
The sun was out, the air was warm, but oh, I was cold | |
And though I must have looked a half a person | |
To tell the tale in my own version, it was only then that I felt whole | |
Do you believe in something beautiful? | |
Then get up and be it! | |
Fighting for the smallest goal, to get a little self-control | |
I know how hard you try, I see it in your eyes | |
But call your friends, 'cause we've forgotten what it's like to eat what's rotten | |
What's eating you alive might help you to survive | |
We went on as we were on a mission, latest in a grand tradition | |
But oh, what did we find? | |
It was ego who was flying the banner, and me and Mia, Ann and Anna | |
Oh, we'd been unkind | |
But do you believe in something beautiful? | |
Then get up and be it! | |
Fighting for the smallest goal, to get a little self-control | |
I see it in your eyes, I see it in your spine | |
But call your friends, 'cause we've forgotten what it's like to eat what's rotten | |
What's eating you alive might help you to survive | |
And even the nights, they could get better | |
And even the days ain't all that bad | |
And after a week of fighting, as more and more it seems the right thing | |
But do you believe in something beautiful? Then get up and be it! | |
Fighting for the smallest goal, to get a little self-control | |
Won't anybody here just let you disappear? | |
Not doctors, nor your mom and dad, but me and Mia, Ann and Anna | |
Know how hard you try, don't you see it in my eyes? | |
Sick to death of my dependence, fighting good to find transcendence | |
Fighting to survive, more dead but more alive | |
Cigarettes and speed for living, sleeping pills to feel forgiven | |
All that you contrive and all that you're deprived | |
All the bourgeois social angels telling you you've got to change | |
Don't have any idea, they'll never see so clear | |
But don't forget what it really means to hunger strike when you don't really need to | |
Some are dying for a cause but that don't make it yours | |
And even the nights, they could get better |
zuo qu : Leo | |
As I was walking through a life one morning | |
The sun was out, the air was warm, but oh, I was cold | |
And though I must have looked a half a person | |
To tell the tale in my own version, it was only then that I felt whole | |
Do you believe in something beautiful? | |
Then get up and be it! | |
Fighting for the smallest goal, to get a little selfcontrol | |
I know how hard you try, I see it in your eyes | |
But call your friends, ' cause we' ve forgotten what it' s like to eat what' s rotten | |
What' s eating you alive might help you to survive | |
We went on as we were on a mission, latest in a grand tradition | |
But oh, what did we find? | |
It was ego who was flying the banner, and me and Mia, Ann and Anna | |
Oh, we' d been unkind | |
But do you believe in something beautiful? | |
Then get up and be it! | |
Fighting for the smallest goal, to get a little selfcontrol | |
I see it in your eyes, I see it in your spine | |
But call your friends, ' cause we' ve forgotten what it' s like to eat what' s rotten | |
What' s eating you alive might help you to survive | |
And even the nights, they could get better | |
And even the days ain' t all that bad | |
And after a week of fighting, as more and more it seems the right thing | |
But do you believe in something beautiful? Then get up and be it! | |
Fighting for the smallest goal, to get a little selfcontrol | |
Won' t anybody here just let you disappear? | |
Not doctors, nor your mom and dad, but me and Mia, Ann and Anna | |
Know how hard you try, don' t you see it in my eyes? | |
Sick to death of my dependence, fighting good to find transcendence | |
Fighting to survive, more dead but more alive | |
Cigarettes and speed for living, sleeping pills to feel forgiven | |
All that you contrive and all that you' re deprived | |
All the bourgeois social angels telling you you' ve got to change | |
Don' t have any idea, they' ll never see so clear | |
But don' t forget what it really means to hunger strike when you don' t really need to | |
Some are dying for a cause but that don' t make it yours | |
And even the nights, they could get better |
zuò qǔ : Leo | |
As I was walking through a life one morning | |
The sun was out, the air was warm, but oh, I was cold | |
And though I must have looked a half a person | |
To tell the tale in my own version, it was only then that I felt whole | |
Do you believe in something beautiful? | |
Then get up and be it! | |
Fighting for the smallest goal, to get a little selfcontrol | |
I know how hard you try, I see it in your eyes | |
But call your friends, ' cause we' ve forgotten what it' s like to eat what' s rotten | |
What' s eating you alive might help you to survive | |
We went on as we were on a mission, latest in a grand tradition | |
But oh, what did we find? | |
It was ego who was flying the banner, and me and Mia, Ann and Anna | |
Oh, we' d been unkind | |
But do you believe in something beautiful? | |
Then get up and be it! | |
Fighting for the smallest goal, to get a little selfcontrol | |
I see it in your eyes, I see it in your spine | |
But call your friends, ' cause we' ve forgotten what it' s like to eat what' s rotten | |
What' s eating you alive might help you to survive | |
And even the nights, they could get better | |
And even the days ain' t all that bad | |
And after a week of fighting, as more and more it seems the right thing | |
But do you believe in something beautiful? Then get up and be it! | |
Fighting for the smallest goal, to get a little selfcontrol | |
Won' t anybody here just let you disappear? | |
Not doctors, nor your mom and dad, but me and Mia, Ann and Anna | |
Know how hard you try, don' t you see it in my eyes? | |
Sick to death of my dependence, fighting good to find transcendence | |
Fighting to survive, more dead but more alive | |
Cigarettes and speed for living, sleeping pills to feel forgiven | |
All that you contrive and all that you' re deprived | |
All the bourgeois social angels telling you you' ve got to change | |
Don' t have any idea, they' ll never see so clear | |
But don' t forget what it really means to hunger strike when you don' t really need to | |
Some are dying for a cause but that don' t make it yours | |
And even the nights, they could get better |