Song | Lazy Projector |
Artist | Andrew Bird |
Album | Break It Yourself |
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作曲 : andrew bird | |
If memory serves us, then who owns the master | |
How do we know who's projecting this reel | |
And is it like gruel or like quick drying plaster | |
Tell me how long til the paint starts to peel | |
Is it like Pyramus or Apollo or an archer we don't know | |
Though history repeats itself, and time's a crooked bow | |
Come on tell us something we don't know | |
Now who's the best boy and the casting director | |
And the editor splicing your face from the scene | |
It's all in the hands of a lazy projector | |
That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine | |
That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine | |
They say all good things must come to an end | |
Everyday the night must fall | |
How it all came to this, I simply can't recall | |
Too many cooks in the kitchen | |
How the mighty must fall | |
But I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all | |
I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all | |
I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all | |
Breaking up at all | |
And it's all in the hands of a lazy projector | |
That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine | |
*alien* |
zuo qu : andrew bird | |
If memory serves us, then who owns the master | |
How do we know who' s projecting this reel | |
And is it like gruel or like quick drying plaster | |
Tell me how long til the paint starts to peel | |
Is it like Pyramus or Apollo or an archer we don' t know | |
Though history repeats itself, and time' s a crooked bow | |
Come on tell us something we don' t know | |
Now who' s the best boy and the casting director | |
And the editor splicing your face from the scene | |
It' s all in the hands of a lazy projector | |
That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine | |
That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine | |
They say all good things must come to an end | |
Everyday the night must fall | |
How it all came to this, I simply can' t recall | |
Too many cooks in the kitchen | |
How the mighty must fall | |
But I can' t see the sense in us breaking up at all | |
I can' t see the sense in us breaking up at all | |
I can' t see the sense in us breaking up at all | |
Breaking up at all | |
And it' s all in the hands of a lazy projector | |
That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine | |
alien |
zuò qǔ : andrew bird | |
If memory serves us, then who owns the master | |
How do we know who' s projecting this reel | |
And is it like gruel or like quick drying plaster | |
Tell me how long til the paint starts to peel | |
Is it like Pyramus or Apollo or an archer we don' t know | |
Though history repeats itself, and time' s a crooked bow | |
Come on tell us something we don' t know | |
Now who' s the best boy and the casting director | |
And the editor splicing your face from the scene | |
It' s all in the hands of a lazy projector | |
That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine | |
That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine | |
They say all good things must come to an end | |
Everyday the night must fall | |
How it all came to this, I simply can' t recall | |
Too many cooks in the kitchen | |
How the mighty must fall | |
But I can' t see the sense in us breaking up at all | |
I can' t see the sense in us breaking up at all | |
I can' t see the sense in us breaking up at all | |
Breaking up at all | |
And it' s all in the hands of a lazy projector | |
That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine | |
alien |