Song | Sunstroke House |
Artist | Augie March |
Album | Strange Bird |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Richards | |
O fraudulent mirror, O rank rainbow toad, | |
I'd break apart too, if I knowed what you knowed, | |
I'd fall from the wall, I'd leap from the road, | |
You take cover in the clover, you don't shoulder the load. | |
Wagner and wife, drama and strife, | |
Their syphilitic friend Dionysus is wise not to ask "Where's Sunstroke House?" | |
Where's a crow on the far fence? | |
Where's a mill by the pond? | |
Pale with horror I saw you when your bird flew, | |
Now who in the whole low world has been kind to you, | |
Save for a kindly, ugly few? | |
Don't read it, don't watch it, don't do what they do. | |
From the wind in the Winter, no mercy, no quarter, | |
From the Summer no mercy, and little goes well, | |
That's where you'll live, that's where you'll live, | |
Till a gale rips ya sail, till a will kills ya mill... | |
Where have you been, my heat, my shadow? | |
How well did you like the song? | |
I filled it so full of nonsense and unrule | |
you feel like there's something forgotten or fell. | |
Pale with horror I saw you when your bird flew, | |
Now who in the whole low world has been kind to you, | |
Save for a kindly, ugly few? | |
Don't read it, don't watch it, don't do what they do. | |
Pink lipped bub, golden haired sitting, | |
Portraits of withering roots - | |
Pretty diversions, pointless excursions, pleasant distractions, | |
Underground mutes. |
zuo qu : Richards | |
O fraudulent mirror, O rank rainbow toad, | |
I' d break apart too, if I knowed what you knowed, | |
I' d fall from the wall, I' d leap from the road, | |
You take cover in the clover, you don' t shoulder the load. | |
Wagner and wife, drama and strife, | |
Their syphilitic friend Dionysus is wise not to ask " Where' s Sunstroke House?" | |
Where' s a crow on the far fence? | |
Where' s a mill by the pond? | |
Pale with horror I saw you when your bird flew, | |
Now who in the whole low world has been kind to you, | |
Save for a kindly, ugly few? | |
Don' t read it, don' t watch it, don' t do what they do. | |
From the wind in the Winter, no mercy, no quarter, | |
From the Summer no mercy, and little goes well, | |
That' s where you' ll live, that' s where you' ll live, | |
Till a gale rips ya sail, till a will kills ya mill... | |
Where have you been, my heat, my shadow? | |
How well did you like the song? | |
I filled it so full of nonsense and unrule | |
you feel like there' s something forgotten or fell. | |
Pale with horror I saw you when your bird flew, | |
Now who in the whole low world has been kind to you, | |
Save for a kindly, ugly few? | |
Don' t read it, don' t watch it, don' t do what they do. | |
Pink lipped bub, golden haired sitting, | |
Portraits of withering roots | |
Pretty diversions, pointless excursions, pleasant distractions, | |
Underground mutes. |
zuò qǔ : Richards | |
O fraudulent mirror, O rank rainbow toad, | |
I' d break apart too, if I knowed what you knowed, | |
I' d fall from the wall, I' d leap from the road, | |
You take cover in the clover, you don' t shoulder the load. | |
Wagner and wife, drama and strife, | |
Their syphilitic friend Dionysus is wise not to ask " Where' s Sunstroke House?" | |
Where' s a crow on the far fence? | |
Where' s a mill by the pond? | |
Pale with horror I saw you when your bird flew, | |
Now who in the whole low world has been kind to you, | |
Save for a kindly, ugly few? | |
Don' t read it, don' t watch it, don' t do what they do. | |
From the wind in the Winter, no mercy, no quarter, | |
From the Summer no mercy, and little goes well, | |
That' s where you' ll live, that' s where you' ll live, | |
Till a gale rips ya sail, till a will kills ya mill... | |
Where have you been, my heat, my shadow? | |
How well did you like the song? | |
I filled it so full of nonsense and unrule | |
you feel like there' s something forgotten or fell. | |
Pale with horror I saw you when your bird flew, | |
Now who in the whole low world has been kind to you, | |
Save for a kindly, ugly few? | |
Don' t read it, don' t watch it, don' t do what they do. | |
Pink lipped bub, golden haired sitting, | |
Portraits of withering roots | |
Pretty diversions, pointless excursions, pleasant distractions, | |
Underground mutes. |