Song | Head Is Happy (Heart's Insane) |
Artist | Aztec Camera |
Album | Knife |
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作词 : Frame | |
Words and music by | |
Roddy Frame | |
I recall the biggest beach, | |
Throwing stones, almost alone except for, | |
Something just outside of reach, | |
And I'd swear | |
I wouldn't say and then | |
I'd, Paint me up into a scene, | |
And throw me like a party which had, | |
Come and stayed and left and been, | |
And had still refused to end. | |
Chorus: And if your head is happy, and your heart's insane, | |
I'll take you there, | |
When you throw your thunder and you snap my reins, | |
I'll make you care. | |
Since I'm scattered and deranged, | |
I shall seek your holy lunacy, and, | |
Laugh will joy and laugh with pain, | |
So don't say | |
I didn't say, | |
Or I'll remember a | |
Texan man, | |
When he spoke in major sevenths and | |
I'd, I'd get my gun and blow his tan, | |
And banish him from heaven. | |
Chorus My mind has torn it's tack to you, | |
My feet can't wait to go, | |
That's why | |
I'm coming back to you, | |
You know I'm coming, you know | |
I'm coming, | |
You'll feel my coming like a gun from below. | |
Chorus |
zuo ci : Frame | |
Words and music by | |
Roddy Frame | |
I recall the biggest beach, | |
Throwing stones, almost alone except for, | |
Something just outside of reach, | |
And I' d swear | |
I wouldn' t say and then | |
I' d, Paint me up into a scene, | |
And throw me like a party which had, | |
Come and stayed and left and been, | |
And had still refused to end. | |
Chorus: And if your head is happy, and your heart' s insane, | |
I' ll take you there, | |
When you throw your thunder and you snap my reins, | |
I' ll make you care. | |
Since I' m scattered and deranged, | |
I shall seek your holy lunacy, and, | |
Laugh will joy and laugh with pain, | |
So don' t say | |
I didn' t say, | |
Or I' ll remember a | |
Texan man, | |
When he spoke in major sevenths and | |
I' d, I' d get my gun and blow his tan, | |
And banish him from heaven. | |
Chorus My mind has torn it' s tack to you, | |
My feet can' t wait to go, | |
That' s why | |
I' m coming back to you, | |
You know I' m coming, you know | |
I' m coming, | |
You' ll feel my coming like a gun from below. | |
Chorus |
zuò cí : Frame | |
Words and music by | |
Roddy Frame | |
I recall the biggest beach, | |
Throwing stones, almost alone except for, | |
Something just outside of reach, | |
And I' d swear | |
I wouldn' t say and then | |
I' d, Paint me up into a scene, | |
And throw me like a party which had, | |
Come and stayed and left and been, | |
And had still refused to end. | |
Chorus: And if your head is happy, and your heart' s insane, | |
I' ll take you there, | |
When you throw your thunder and you snap my reins, | |
I' ll make you care. | |
Since I' m scattered and deranged, | |
I shall seek your holy lunacy, and, | |
Laugh will joy and laugh with pain, | |
So don' t say | |
I didn' t say, | |
Or I' ll remember a | |
Texan man, | |
When he spoke in major sevenths and | |
I' d, I' d get my gun and blow his tan, | |
And banish him from heaven. | |
Chorus My mind has torn it' s tack to you, | |
My feet can' t wait to go, | |
That' s why | |
I' m coming back to you, | |
You know I' m coming, you know | |
I' m coming, | |
You' ll feel my coming like a gun from below. | |
Chorus |