Song | Barnacle Goose |
Artist | Born Ruffians |
Album | Red, Yellow & Blue |
作曲 : Born Ruffians | |
& I'm frustrated with myself | |
But I can't change | |
I don't want to be me anymore | |
& All of the tics & tocs & clicks of clocks | |
That tell the time tell me this is just a phase | |
& Everything every day | |
That's been scraping away | |
At the side of my brain | |
Can't come to form a thought except... | |
& All the thoughts I think I've saved | |
Here for days that remain | |
Just keep eating away | |
& I still can't sleep sing... | |
Why can't you tell me what I wanna hear | |
To help me get some rest | |
Oh my darling dear? | |
The songs of the birds | |
Don't bring calmness no more | |
Oh no, no they don't sing | |
& None of the girls seem to think you're cool | |
It's probably because you smell bad | |
A skin disease won't get you | |
Nowhere these days | |
It's true, it's sad but true | |
& Everything every day | |
That's been scraping away | |
At the side of my brain | |
Can't come to form a thought except... | |
& All of the thoughts I think I've saved | |
Here for days that remain | |
Just keep eating away | |
& I still can't sleep I sing... | |
We're going to make plans | |
We have plans to make plans | |
We're going to do it right | |
We've locked it in our sights | |
I'll la-dee-da & they can dum-dee-day | |
We'll tra-la-la all night and day we'll go far | |
& If I write enough | |
& think about it it'll happen | |
It's not as tough as mom said | |
As it so happens | |
Your analyst lied to you when | |
She told you the truth | |
About boys, fear, open sores | |
& Things that are simple | |
Like opening doors | |
& All the thoughts I think I've saved here | |
For days that remain | |
Just eat eat eat away | |
& I still can't sleep/sing |
zuò qǔ : Born Ruffians | |
I' m frustrated with myself | |
But I can' t change | |
I don' t want to be me anymore | |
All of the tics tocs clicks of clocks | |
That tell the time tell me this is just a phase | |
Everything every day | |
That' s been scraping away | |
At the side of my brain | |
Can' t come to form a thought except... | |
All the thoughts I think I' ve saved | |
Here for days that remain | |
Just keep eating away | |
I still can' t sleep sing... | |
Why can' t you tell me what I wanna hear | |
To help me get some rest | |
Oh my darling dear? | |
The songs of the birds | |
Don' t bring calmness no more | |
Oh no, no they don' t sing | |
None of the girls seem to think you' re cool | |
It' s probably because you smell bad | |
A skin disease won' t get you | |
Nowhere these days | |
It' s true, it' s sad but true | |
Everything every day | |
That' s been scraping away | |
At the side of my brain | |
Can' t come to form a thought except... | |
All of the thoughts I think I' ve saved | |
Here for days that remain | |
Just keep eating away | |
I still can' t sleep I sing... | |
We' re going to make plans | |
We have plans to make plans | |
We' re going to do it right | |
We' ve locked it in our sights | |
I' ll ladeeda they can dumdeeday | |
We' ll tralala all night and day we' ll go far | |
If I write enough | |
think about it it' ll happen | |
It' s not as tough as mom said | |
As it so happens | |
Your analyst lied to you when | |
She told you the truth | |
About boys, fear, open sores | |
Things that are simple | |
Like opening doors | |
All the thoughts I think I' ve saved here | |
For days that remain | |
Just eat eat eat away | |
I still can' t sleep sing |