| Song | Strange Language |
| Artist | Vic Chesnutt |
| Album | Is the Actor Happy? |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Vic Chesnutt |
| [00:12.190] | Up on the bluff, where I wish I was |
| [00:18.138] | Twisting up the pages of history |
| [00:23.858] | My cold feet dangling, my bony arms gesturing |
| [00:29.481] | To summon up a little chunk of that history |
| [00:34.875] | In the corridor the shadows are long |
| [00:40.852] | And it messes with my equilibrium |
| [00:46.677] | And there's strains of a strange language |
| [01:10.191] | Up on the bluff, where the hardwoods jut |
| [01:15.919] | Out toward the gusts of history |
| [01:21.871] | My crusty mind cracks, my restless heart tracks |
| [01:27.508] | The fractal lines of history |
| [01:32.823] | In the corridor the shadows are long |
| [01:39.029] | And it messes with my equilibrium |
| [01:44.950] | And there's strains of a strange language |
| [02:31.316] | In the corridor the shadows are long |
| [02:36.875] | And it messes with my equilibrium |
| [02:42.918] | And there's strains of a strange language |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Vic Chesnutt |
| [00:12.190] | Up on the bluff, where I wish I was |
| [00:18.138] | Twisting up the pages of history |
| [00:23.858] | My cold feet dangling, my bony arms gesturing |
| [00:29.481] | To summon up a little chunk of that history |
| [00:34.875] | In the corridor the shadows are long |
| [00:40.852] | And it messes with my equilibrium |
| [00:46.677] | And there' s strains of a strange language |
| [01:10.191] | Up on the bluff, where the hardwoods jut |
| [01:15.919] | Out toward the gusts of history |
| [01:21.871] | My crusty mind cracks, my restless heart tracks |
| [01:27.508] | The fractal lines of history |
| [01:32.823] | In the corridor the shadows are long |
| [01:39.029] | And it messes with my equilibrium |
| [01:44.950] | And there' s strains of a strange language |
| [02:31.316] | In the corridor the shadows are long |
| [02:36.875] | And it messes with my equilibrium |
| [02:42.918] | And there' s strains of a strange language |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Vic Chesnutt |
| [00:12.190] | Up on the bluff, where I wish I was |
| [00:18.138] | Twisting up the pages of history |
| [00:23.858] | My cold feet dangling, my bony arms gesturing |
| [00:29.481] | To summon up a little chunk of that history |
| [00:34.875] | In the corridor the shadows are long |
| [00:40.852] | And it messes with my equilibrium |
| [00:46.677] | And there' s strains of a strange language |
| [01:10.191] | Up on the bluff, where the hardwoods jut |
| [01:15.919] | Out toward the gusts of history |
| [01:21.871] | My crusty mind cracks, my restless heart tracks |
| [01:27.508] | The fractal lines of history |
| [01:32.823] | In the corridor the shadows are long |
| [01:39.029] | And it messes with my equilibrium |
| [01:44.950] | And there' s strains of a strange language |
| [02:31.316] | In the corridor the shadows are long |
| [02:36.875] | And it messes with my equilibrium |
| [02:42.918] | And there' s strains of a strange language |