Song | Spare-Ohs |
Artist | Andrew Bird |
Album | Armchair Apocrypha |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : |
[00:42.190] | The finches and sparrows build nests in my chimney |
[00:46.490] | What remains of the small flightless birds that you failed to protect |
[00:52.360] | But the yoke isn’t easy, in fact it’s a drag |
[00:57.330] | Acid blown to cornfields and mountains of rice |
[01:02.510] | All over the suburbs, across the great lawns |
[01:07.150] | And they're crop dusting gardens all over this town |
[01:17.190] | But nobody cares when it gets in their hair |
[01:26.460] | It gets in their lungs as it floats through the air |
[01:35.990] | It gets in the food that they buy and prepare |
[01:40.230] | But nobody cares when it gets in their hair |
[02:22.150] | Across the great chasms and the schisms |
[02:25.150] | And the sudden aneurysms |
[02:27.180] | Where the black ink will drip across the of your eyes |
[02:32.320] | And your teeth are worth more than you can spare-oh |
[02:37.360] | Don’t tell me that it just isn’t fair |
[02:41.280] | Don’t speak about the cycles of life |
[02:43.920] | Cause your thoughts are so soft |
[02:46.410] | I could cut 'em with a spork or a bride's knife |
[02:59.180] | And the wine made our minds too loose |
[03:03.950] | A reckless choice of words |
[03:08.350] | And you tell me that |
[03:09.600] | I’m too abstruse |
[03:13.100] | I just thought |
[03:13.810] | I was a kind of bird |
[03:15.980] | I swear I just stood there not saying a word |
[03:24.480] | Not saying a word, not saying a word |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : |
[00:42.190] | The finches and sparrows build nests in my chimney |
[00:46.490] | What remains of the small flightless birds that you failed to protect |
[00:52.360] | But the yoke isn' t easy, in fact it' s a drag |
[00:57.330] | Acid blown to cornfields and mountains of rice |
[01:02.510] | All over the suburbs, across the great lawns |
[01:07.150] | And they' re crop dusting gardens all over this town |
[01:17.190] | But nobody cares when it gets in their hair |
[01:26.460] | It gets in their lungs as it floats through the air |
[01:35.990] | It gets in the food that they buy and prepare |
[01:40.230] | But nobody cares when it gets in their hair |
[02:22.150] | Across the great chasms and the schisms |
[02:25.150] | And the sudden aneurysms |
[02:27.180] | Where the black ink will drip across the of your eyes |
[02:32.320] | And your teeth are worth more than you can spareoh |
[02:37.360] | Don' t tell me that it just isn' t fair |
[02:41.280] | Don' t speak about the cycles of life |
[02:43.920] | Cause your thoughts are so soft |
[02:46.410] | I could cut ' em with a spork or a bride' s knife |
[02:59.180] | And the wine made our minds too loose |
[03:03.950] | A reckless choice of words |
[03:08.350] | And you tell me that |
[03:09.600] | I' m too abstruse |
[03:13.100] | I just thought |
[03:13.810] | I was a kind of bird |
[03:15.980] | I swear I just stood there not saying a word |
[03:24.480] | Not saying a word, not saying a word |