Song | Soul Singer In A Session Band |
Artist | Bright Eyes |
Album | Cassadaga |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Conor Oberst | |
See the Soul Singer in the session band | |
Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand | |
Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan | |
For the Soul Singer in the session band | |
Now a red carpet bagger makes a Blackberry call | |
To the plastic piranhas in the city of salt | |
Wasted wheat paste campaign post no bills on the wall | |
You mean nothing to no one but that's nobody's fault | |
See the Soul Singer in the session band | |
Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand | |
Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan | |
For the Soul Singer in the session band | |
I had a lengthy discussion about The Power of Myth | |
With a post-modern author who didn't exist | |
In this fictitious world all reality twists | |
I was a hopeless romantic now I'm just turning tricks | |
Just like that Soul Singer in the session band | |
Shredded confetti beneath a microphone stand | |
Saw the Conflict of Interest slipping cash in the hand | |
Of the Soul Singer in the session band | |
His room is on fire since he painted it red | |
There are a stranger's silk sequins at the foot of the bed | |
He has been to weddings and funerals but he still never wept | |
Now sorrow is pleasure when you want it instead | |
Just like the Soul Singer in the session band | |
Wailed like an infant atop a white baby grand | |
We'll need every sand bag and every man | |
To save the Soul Singer in the session band | |
Headlights or Taillights it's a flip of a coin | |
I have been coming and going since the day I was born | |
And I followed the breadcrumbs but I never got home | |
I grew old in an instant now I am all on my own | |
Just like that Soul Singer in the session band | |
Shredded to nothing beneath the microphone stand | |
Saw the wave of the future through the crack of the dam | |
Drowned the Soul Singer in the session band | |
Bless the Soul singer in the session band |
zuo qu : Conor Oberst | |
See the Soul Singer in the session band | |
Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand | |
Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan | |
For the Soul Singer in the session band | |
Now a red carpet bagger makes a Blackberry call | |
To the plastic piranhas in the city of salt | |
Wasted wheat paste campaign post no bills on the wall | |
You mean nothing to no one but that' s nobody' s fault | |
See the Soul Singer in the session band | |
Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand | |
Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan | |
For the Soul Singer in the session band | |
I had a lengthy discussion about The Power of Myth | |
With a postmodern author who didn' t exist | |
In this fictitious world all reality twists | |
I was a hopeless romantic now I' m just turning tricks | |
Just like that Soul Singer in the session band | |
Shredded confetti beneath a microphone stand | |
Saw the Conflict of Interest slipping cash in the hand | |
Of the Soul Singer in the session band | |
His room is on fire since he painted it red | |
There are a stranger' s silk sequins at the foot of the bed | |
He has been to weddings and funerals but he still never wept | |
Now sorrow is pleasure when you want it instead | |
Just like the Soul Singer in the session band | |
Wailed like an infant atop a white baby grand | |
We' ll need every sand bag and every man | |
To save the Soul Singer in the session band | |
Headlights or Taillights it' s a flip of a coin | |
I have been coming and going since the day I was born | |
And I followed the breadcrumbs but I never got home | |
I grew old in an instant now I am all on my own | |
Just like that Soul Singer in the session band | |
Shredded to nothing beneath the microphone stand | |
Saw the wave of the future through the crack of the dam | |
Drowned the Soul Singer in the session band | |
Bless the Soul singer in the session band |
zuò qǔ : Conor Oberst | |
See the Soul Singer in the session band | |
Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand | |
Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan | |
For the Soul Singer in the session band | |
Now a red carpet bagger makes a Blackberry call | |
To the plastic piranhas in the city of salt | |
Wasted wheat paste campaign post no bills on the wall | |
You mean nothing to no one but that' s nobody' s fault | |
See the Soul Singer in the session band | |
Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand | |
Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan | |
For the Soul Singer in the session band | |
I had a lengthy discussion about The Power of Myth | |
With a postmodern author who didn' t exist | |
In this fictitious world all reality twists | |
I was a hopeless romantic now I' m just turning tricks | |
Just like that Soul Singer in the session band | |
Shredded confetti beneath a microphone stand | |
Saw the Conflict of Interest slipping cash in the hand | |
Of the Soul Singer in the session band | |
His room is on fire since he painted it red | |
There are a stranger' s silk sequins at the foot of the bed | |
He has been to weddings and funerals but he still never wept | |
Now sorrow is pleasure when you want it instead | |
Just like the Soul Singer in the session band | |
Wailed like an infant atop a white baby grand | |
We' ll need every sand bag and every man | |
To save the Soul Singer in the session band | |
Headlights or Taillights it' s a flip of a coin | |
I have been coming and going since the day I was born | |
And I followed the breadcrumbs but I never got home | |
I grew old in an instant now I am all on my own | |
Just like that Soul Singer in the session band | |
Shredded to nothing beneath the microphone stand | |
Saw the wave of the future through the crack of the dam | |
Drowned the Soul Singer in the session band | |
Bless the Soul singer in the session band |