Song | Jovial Costume |
Artist | Alias |
Album | The Other Side Of The Looking Glass |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Alias | |
Concentrate on this wave of sound with the grace of falling towers | |
Overpower each percussion hit with a split personality | |
I'm growing accustomed to feeling down in the dumps | |
and my tongue is sore and filled with teeth marks | |
This is sounding all too familiar, let's change the topic to music | |
I'm tired of talking, I'm eager to write in the first person point of view | |
I'm also looking forward to collapsing from it all | |
I went from unhappy to weirdness to unhappy once again | |
It's a boring mess of sixteen measure soundbites | |
and stretched out lambskin that isn't even mine | |
I also feel inclined to mention that gut-wrenching feeling will not subside | |
I ride in the uncertainty lane constantly biting my nails | |
and glancing at the planes that keep passing over, | |
longing to be on the inside, splitting a soda | |
with the guy three seats ahead of me | |
I didn't say hello? How socially dead of me | |
How are you? Insert small talk here.. | |
[Chorus] | |
Please pass the "how are you's." | |
I'm not trying to prove a point to the walking dead | |
and use my songs as smelling salts to get inside your head | |
Set off some introspect. Welcome to my world of jesters, | |
the aforementioned and lost intellect | |
Let's play "who's got it worst." | |
I'm sure to lose but I'll be a good sport to keep it smooth | |
and act as though I got something to prove to everyone around me | |
Surrounding me with extended fingers | |
Feel free to curl them inward, now sit and ponder that | |
I'm tired of the preconceived. Let's all put our emotions on the table | |
Tell me what you think of that. Okay, how 'bout the next one? | |
My level of concern was left in ME, | |
it created more room for the big "T" | |
and now that's running low (haha) | |
The skill is gone to the break of those points, whichever comes first | |
Creative bursts from a joint with outbursts | |
Rehearsed response never hurts but becomes overdone | |
Let's all put our wax lips on | |
and pretend that we're all having lots of fun for the sake of whoever | |
Don't get upset and set up something clever to be said to prove a point, | |
clench down on where it's sore | |
Laughter and whispers have caused ears to sprout in the back of my head | |
and have me feeling like I'm standing on a trap door | |
[Chorus] | |
Let's play "who's got it worst." I keep losing | |
Abusing the things I value most, what's my problem? | |
Well, not to brag or boast, but I can't count the times | |
I've been on the verge of losing the urge to continue this journey into myself | |
I've sat down with those who don't have the time to discover their losses | |
Theirs, not mine. I'm quite aware of where my belongings and my stance is | |
Time to get used to the glances and head checks for myself | |
and it's time to stop thinking and tone it down | |
for the mental health of the one who's on the outside of the window | |
"There's the bright side now!" | |
I'll tiptoe over Jenn and get out of her side of the bed | |
and somehow smile at the things that usually upset me | |
"Turn that frown upside-down!" | |
This is the motivational tape for...you guessed it | |
Don't mind me, don't mind me, don't mine me.. | |
[Chorus] |
zuo qu : Alias | |
Concentrate on this wave of sound with the grace of falling towers | |
Overpower each percussion hit with a split personality | |
I' m growing accustomed to feeling down in the dumps | |
and my tongue is sore and filled with teeth marks | |
This is sounding all too familiar, let' s change the topic to music | |
I' m tired of talking, I' m eager to write in the first person point of view | |
I' m also looking forward to collapsing from it all | |
I went from unhappy to weirdness to unhappy once again | |
It' s a boring mess of sixteen measure soundbites | |
and stretched out lambskin that isn' t even mine | |
I also feel inclined to mention that gutwrenching feeling will not subside | |
I ride in the uncertainty lane constantly biting my nails | |
and glancing at the planes that keep passing over, | |
longing to be on the inside, splitting a soda | |
with the guy three seats ahead of me | |
I didn' t say hello? How socially dead of me | |
How are you? Insert small talk here.. | |
Chorus | |
Please pass the " how are you' s." | |
I' m not trying to prove a point to the walking dead | |
and use my songs as smelling salts to get inside your head | |
Set off some introspect. Welcome to my world of jesters, | |
the aforementioned and lost intellect | |
Let' s play " who' s got it worst." | |
I' m sure to lose but I' ll be a good sport to keep it smooth | |
and act as though I got something to prove to everyone around me | |
Surrounding me with extended fingers | |
Feel free to curl them inward, now sit and ponder that | |
I' m tired of the preconceived. Let' s all put our emotions on the table | |
Tell me what you think of that. Okay, how ' bout the next one? | |
My level of concern was left in ME, | |
it created more room for the big " T" | |
and now that' s running low haha | |
The skill is gone to the break of those points, whichever comes first | |
Creative bursts from a joint with outbursts | |
Rehearsed response never hurts but becomes overdone | |
Let' s all put our wax lips on | |
and pretend that we' re all having lots of fun for the sake of whoever | |
Don' t get upset and set up something clever to be said to prove a point, | |
clench down on where it' s sore | |
Laughter and whispers have caused ears to sprout in the back of my head | |
and have me feeling like I' m standing on a trap door | |
Chorus | |
Let' s play " who' s got it worst." I keep losing | |
Abusing the things I value most, what' s my problem? | |
Well, not to brag or boast, but I can' t count the times | |
I' ve been on the verge of losing the urge to continue this journey into myself | |
I' ve sat down with those who don' t have the time to discover their losses | |
Theirs, not mine. I' m quite aware of where my belongings and my stance is | |
Time to get used to the glances and head checks for myself | |
and it' s time to stop thinking and tone it down | |
for the mental health of the one who' s on the outside of the window | |
" There' s the bright side now!" | |
I' ll tiptoe over Jenn and get out of her side of the bed | |
and somehow smile at the things that usually upset me | |
" Turn that frown upsidedown!" | |
This is the motivational tape for... you guessed it | |
Don' t mind me, don' t mind me, don' t mine me.. | |
Chorus |
zuò qǔ : Alias | |
Concentrate on this wave of sound with the grace of falling towers | |
Overpower each percussion hit with a split personality | |
I' m growing accustomed to feeling down in the dumps | |
and my tongue is sore and filled with teeth marks | |
This is sounding all too familiar, let' s change the topic to music | |
I' m tired of talking, I' m eager to write in the first person point of view | |
I' m also looking forward to collapsing from it all | |
I went from unhappy to weirdness to unhappy once again | |
It' s a boring mess of sixteen measure soundbites | |
and stretched out lambskin that isn' t even mine | |
I also feel inclined to mention that gutwrenching feeling will not subside | |
I ride in the uncertainty lane constantly biting my nails | |
and glancing at the planes that keep passing over, | |
longing to be on the inside, splitting a soda | |
with the guy three seats ahead of me | |
I didn' t say hello? How socially dead of me | |
How are you? Insert small talk here.. | |
Chorus | |
Please pass the " how are you' s." | |
I' m not trying to prove a point to the walking dead | |
and use my songs as smelling salts to get inside your head | |
Set off some introspect. Welcome to my world of jesters, | |
the aforementioned and lost intellect | |
Let' s play " who' s got it worst." | |
I' m sure to lose but I' ll be a good sport to keep it smooth | |
and act as though I got something to prove to everyone around me | |
Surrounding me with extended fingers | |
Feel free to curl them inward, now sit and ponder that | |
I' m tired of the preconceived. Let' s all put our emotions on the table | |
Tell me what you think of that. Okay, how ' bout the next one? | |
My level of concern was left in ME, | |
it created more room for the big " T" | |
and now that' s running low haha | |
The skill is gone to the break of those points, whichever comes first | |
Creative bursts from a joint with outbursts | |
Rehearsed response never hurts but becomes overdone | |
Let' s all put our wax lips on | |
and pretend that we' re all having lots of fun for the sake of whoever | |
Don' t get upset and set up something clever to be said to prove a point, | |
clench down on where it' s sore | |
Laughter and whispers have caused ears to sprout in the back of my head | |
and have me feeling like I' m standing on a trap door | |
Chorus | |
Let' s play " who' s got it worst." I keep losing | |
Abusing the things I value most, what' s my problem? | |
Well, not to brag or boast, but I can' t count the times | |
I' ve been on the verge of losing the urge to continue this journey into myself | |
I' ve sat down with those who don' t have the time to discover their losses | |
Theirs, not mine. I' m quite aware of where my belongings and my stance is | |
Time to get used to the glances and head checks for myself | |
and it' s time to stop thinking and tone it down | |
for the mental health of the one who' s on the outside of the window | |
" There' s the bright side now!" | |
I' ll tiptoe over Jenn and get out of her side of the bed | |
and somehow smile at the things that usually upset me | |
" Turn that frown upsidedown!" | |
This is the motivational tape for... you guessed it | |
Don' t mind me, don' t mind me, don' t mine me.. | |
Chorus |