Ethereal Driftwood Lyrics
| Song | Ethereal Driftwood |
| Artist | Busdriver |
| Album | RoadKillOvercoat |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Busdriver | |
| Y'all want to see tits and ass, | |
| Street grit and sass | |
| As beatniks smoking grass on holiday | |
| -You know what we want- | |
| You're looking for a grievance to mask, preferably with a fetus in the trash | |
| While you eat quiche and laugh on the Champs-Elysee | |
| -You know what we want- | |
| I'm not down with that B-list staff, | |
| As they yell out Jesus at mass | |
| I'll be laughing while I knead this mish-mash of pottery clay | |
| -You know what we want- | |
| An appropriated grease-slick slab, posted up as a meat stick add | |
| But I make the average moviegoer too seasick and sad | |
| -You know what we want- | |
| And I'm too caustic to run, for office or be expunged | |
| For my agnostic plunge | |
| -You know what we want- | |
| So what I've accomplish and done, is viewed as an off-setted pun | |
| By the posh and young tastemakers | |
| -You know what we want- | |
| An overdone tame premise, | |
| I jump from the plane wreckage | |
| Unscathed yet sunbathed in the rigors of a bass pluck | |
| -You know what we want- | |
| Pop culture's lame vestiges, I'm an ordained pessimist | |
| With hippie-qualms and | |
| sticky bombs to deter the tank-truck | |
| I'm good for a belly laugh | |
| Covered in a blanket of ash | |
| Leaving with an ankle cast | |
| But sometimes I feel that… | |
| I don't have what you want | |
| So won't you accept my humble offerings | |
| Broken TV sets as ethereal driftwood | |
| When you're on the plane alive with water wings | |
| You'll think,'I didn't know surrendering felt this good' | |
| I don't have what you want | |
| So won't you accept my humble offerings | |
| They want semantics and sniveling | |
| Grams to sniff on a triple-beam | |
| To be hand-picked for a little scene | |
| In a student film | |
| All I have is pamphlets full of liberal zing | |
| Antihistamines in a syringe-sling | |
| A shanty for this fitted king | |
| Of uprooted elm | |
| And they've been given solar-powered cars | |
| Trail mix and power bars | |
| Upturned tarot cards | |
| They want to be heralded by wishful teens | |
| In stretch-Hummers and limousines | |
| They're beyond medicinal means | |
| -You know what we want- | |
| But I gave them a protagonist | |
| The color of cinnamon and mahogany | |
| filtered through award-winning cinematography | |
| And the motherf#$%ing discography of a G | |
| If you don't like it then kick rocks | |
| I'm pre-history's disc-jock | |
| Yeah, I know what you wanted homie | |
| but I never had the s#$t in-stock | |
| I don't have what you want | |
| So won't you accept my humble offerings | |
| Broken TV sets as ethereal driftwood | |
| When you're on the plane alive with water wings | |
| You'll think, | |
| 'I didn't know surrendering felt this good' | |
| I don't have what you want | |
| So won't you accept my humble offerings… |
| zuo ci : Busdriver | |
| Y' all want to see tits and ass, | |
| Street grit and sass | |
| As beatniks smoking grass on holiday | |
| You know what we want | |
| You' re looking for a grievance to mask, preferably with a fetus in the trash | |
| While you eat quiche and laugh on the ChampsElysee | |
| You know what we want | |
| I' m not down with that Blist staff, | |
| As they yell out Jesus at mass | |
| I' ll be laughing while I knead this mishmash of pottery clay | |
| You know what we want | |
| An appropriated greaseslick slab, posted up as a meat stick add | |
| But I make the average moviegoer too seasick and sad | |
| You know what we want | |
| And I' m too caustic to run, for office or be expunged | |
| For my agnostic plunge | |
| You know what we want | |
| So what I' ve accomplish and done, is viewed as an offsetted pun | |
| By the posh and young tastemakers | |
| You know what we want | |
| An overdone tame premise, | |
| I jump from the plane wreckage | |
| Unscathed yet sunbathed in the rigors of a bass pluck | |
| You know what we want | |
| Pop culture' s lame vestiges, I' m an ordained pessimist | |
| With hippiequalms and | |
| sticky bombs to deter the tanktruck | |
| I' m good for a belly laugh | |
| Covered in a blanket of ash | |
| Leaving with an ankle cast | |
| But sometimes I feel that | |
| I don' t have what you want | |
| So won' t you accept my humble offerings | |
| Broken TV sets as ethereal driftwood | |
| When you' re on the plane alive with water wings | |
| You' ll think,' I didn' t know surrendering felt this good' | |
| I don' t have what you want | |
| So won' t you accept my humble offerings | |
| They want semantics and sniveling | |
| Grams to sniff on a triplebeam | |
| To be handpicked for a little scene | |
| In a student film | |
| All I have is pamphlets full of liberal zing | |
| Antihistamines in a syringesling | |
| A shanty for this fitted king | |
| Of uprooted elm | |
| And they' ve been given solarpowered cars | |
| Trail mix and power bars | |
| Upturned tarot cards | |
| They want to be heralded by wishful teens | |
| In stretchHummers and limousines | |
| They' re beyond medicinal means | |
| You know what we want | |
| But I gave them a protagonist | |
| The color of cinnamon and mahogany | |
| filtered through awardwinning cinematography | |
| And the motherf ing discography of a G | |
| If you don' t like it then kick rocks | |
| I' m prehistory' s discjock | |
| Yeah, I know what you wanted homie | |
| but I never had the s t instock | |
| I don' t have what you want | |
| So won' t you accept my humble offerings | |
| Broken TV sets as ethereal driftwood | |
| When you' re on the plane alive with water wings | |
| You' ll think, | |
| ' I didn' t know surrendering felt this good' | |
| I don' t have what you want | |
| So won' t you accept my humble offerings |
| zuò cí : Busdriver | |
| Y' all want to see tits and ass, | |
| Street grit and sass | |
| As beatniks smoking grass on holiday | |
| You know what we want | |
| You' re looking for a grievance to mask, preferably with a fetus in the trash | |
| While you eat quiche and laugh on the ChampsElysee | |
| You know what we want | |
| I' m not down with that Blist staff, | |
| As they yell out Jesus at mass | |
| I' ll be laughing while I knead this mishmash of pottery clay | |
| You know what we want | |
| An appropriated greaseslick slab, posted up as a meat stick add | |
| But I make the average moviegoer too seasick and sad | |
| You know what we want | |
| And I' m too caustic to run, for office or be expunged | |
| For my agnostic plunge | |
| You know what we want | |
| So what I' ve accomplish and done, is viewed as an offsetted pun | |
| By the posh and young tastemakers | |
| You know what we want | |
| An overdone tame premise, | |
| I jump from the plane wreckage | |
| Unscathed yet sunbathed in the rigors of a bass pluck | |
| You know what we want | |
| Pop culture' s lame vestiges, I' m an ordained pessimist | |
| With hippiequalms and | |
| sticky bombs to deter the tanktruck | |
| I' m good for a belly laugh | |
| Covered in a blanket of ash | |
| Leaving with an ankle cast | |
| But sometimes I feel that | |
| I don' t have what you want | |
| So won' t you accept my humble offerings | |
| Broken TV sets as ethereal driftwood | |
| When you' re on the plane alive with water wings | |
| You' ll think,' I didn' t know surrendering felt this good' | |
| I don' t have what you want | |
| So won' t you accept my humble offerings | |
| They want semantics and sniveling | |
| Grams to sniff on a triplebeam | |
| To be handpicked for a little scene | |
| In a student film | |
| All I have is pamphlets full of liberal zing | |
| Antihistamines in a syringesling | |
| A shanty for this fitted king | |
| Of uprooted elm | |
| And they' ve been given solarpowered cars | |
| Trail mix and power bars | |
| Upturned tarot cards | |
| They want to be heralded by wishful teens | |
| In stretchHummers and limousines | |
| They' re beyond medicinal means | |
| You know what we want | |
| But I gave them a protagonist | |
| The color of cinnamon and mahogany | |
| filtered through awardwinning cinematography | |
| And the motherf ing discography of a G | |
| If you don' t like it then kick rocks | |
| I' m prehistory' s discjock | |
| Yeah, I know what you wanted homie | |
| but I never had the s t instock | |
| I don' t have what you want | |
| So won' t you accept my humble offerings | |
| Broken TV sets as ethereal driftwood | |
| When you' re on the plane alive with water wings | |
| You' ll think, | |
| ' I didn' t know surrendering felt this good' | |
| I don' t have what you want | |
| So won' t you accept my humble offerings |
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