Song | Garden of Simple |
Artist | Ani DiFranco |
Album | Revelling/Reckoning |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : DiFranco | |
Some crazy ****er carved | |
A sculpture out of butter | |
And propped it up in the middle of | |
The Bonanza breakfast bar | |
And I am stuffing toast and sausage | |
Into my pockets | |
Under a sign that says grand opening | |
While my dog is waiting in the car | |
I wake up, | |
I check out | |
I fill the tank and wash the windshield clean | |
Then I'm back out on the highway | |
And bang that's when | |
I remember my dream | |
We were standing in a garden | |
And I had a machine that made silence | |
It just sucked up | |
The whole opinionated din | |
And there were no people on the payroll | |
And there were no monkeys on our backs | |
I said, please show me what you look | |
Like without skin | |
Science chases money | |
And money chases its tail | |
And the best minds of my generation | |
Can't make bail | |
But the bacteria are coming | |
To take us down that's my prediction | |
It's the answer to this culture | |
Of the quick fix prescription | |
But in the garden of simple | |
Where all of us are nameless | |
You were never anything | |
But beautiful to me | |
And, you know, they never really owned you | |
You just carried them around | |
And then one day you put 'em down | |
And found your hands were free | |
So now it's early in the morning | |
At the longitude of | |
MemphisAnd the sun is setting | |
Sweetly on | |
Hong KongThe big plan is just to keep spinning' | |
Cause the big bang is only just beginning | |
And sometimes it's all | |
That we can do just to hang on | |
And what I meant to say is [Incomprehensible] | |
Which means | |
I'm thinking of ya | |
Which means | |
I've been thinking of you | |
All along |
zuo ci : DiFranco | |
Some crazy er carved | |
A sculpture out of butter | |
And propped it up in the middle of | |
The Bonanza breakfast bar | |
And I am stuffing toast and sausage | |
Into my pockets | |
Under a sign that says grand opening | |
While my dog is waiting in the car | |
I wake up, | |
I check out | |
I fill the tank and wash the windshield clean | |
Then I' m back out on the highway | |
And bang that' s when | |
I remember my dream | |
We were standing in a garden | |
And I had a machine that made silence | |
It just sucked up | |
The whole opinionated din | |
And there were no people on the payroll | |
And there were no monkeys on our backs | |
I said, please show me what you look | |
Like without skin | |
Science chases money | |
And money chases its tail | |
And the best minds of my generation | |
Can' t make bail | |
But the bacteria are coming | |
To take us down that' s my prediction | |
It' s the answer to this culture | |
Of the quick fix prescription | |
But in the garden of simple | |
Where all of us are nameless | |
You were never anything | |
But beautiful to me | |
And, you know, they never really owned you | |
You just carried them around | |
And then one day you put ' em down | |
And found your hands were free | |
So now it' s early in the morning | |
At the longitude of | |
MemphisAnd the sun is setting | |
Sweetly on | |
Hong KongThe big plan is just to keep spinning' | |
Cause the big bang is only just beginning | |
And sometimes it' s all | |
That we can do just to hang on | |
And what I meant to say is Incomprehensible | |
Which means | |
I' m thinking of ya | |
Which means | |
I' ve been thinking of you | |
All along |
zuò cí : DiFranco | |
Some crazy er carved | |
A sculpture out of butter | |
And propped it up in the middle of | |
The Bonanza breakfast bar | |
And I am stuffing toast and sausage | |
Into my pockets | |
Under a sign that says grand opening | |
While my dog is waiting in the car | |
I wake up, | |
I check out | |
I fill the tank and wash the windshield clean | |
Then I' m back out on the highway | |
And bang that' s when | |
I remember my dream | |
We were standing in a garden | |
And I had a machine that made silence | |
It just sucked up | |
The whole opinionated din | |
And there were no people on the payroll | |
And there were no monkeys on our backs | |
I said, please show me what you look | |
Like without skin | |
Science chases money | |
And money chases its tail | |
And the best minds of my generation | |
Can' t make bail | |
But the bacteria are coming | |
To take us down that' s my prediction | |
It' s the answer to this culture | |
Of the quick fix prescription | |
But in the garden of simple | |
Where all of us are nameless | |
You were never anything | |
But beautiful to me | |
And, you know, they never really owned you | |
You just carried them around | |
And then one day you put ' em down | |
And found your hands were free | |
So now it' s early in the morning | |
At the longitude of | |
MemphisAnd the sun is setting | |
Sweetly on | |
Hong KongThe big plan is just to keep spinning' | |
Cause the big bang is only just beginning | |
And sometimes it' s all | |
That we can do just to hang on | |
And what I meant to say is Incomprehensible | |
Which means | |
I' m thinking of ya | |
Which means | |
I' ve been thinking of you | |
All along |