| Song | Mr. Mastodon Farm |
| Artist | Cake |
| Album | Motorcade Of Generosity |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gregory Brown & John M. McCrea | |
| Birds fall from the window ledge above mine | |
| Then they flap their wings at the last second | |
| You see birds fall from the window ledge above mine | |
| Then they flap their wings at the last second | |
| I can see their dead weight just dropping like stones | |
| Or small loaves of bread past my window all the time | |
| But unless | |
| I get up walk across the room and peer down below | |
| I don't see their last second curves toward a horizontal flight | |
| All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones | |
| Now due to a construct in my mind | |
| That makes their falling and their flight | |
| Symbolic of my entire existence | |
| It becomes important for me to get up and see | |
| Their last second curves toward flight | |
| It's almost as if my life will fall unless | |
| I see their ascent | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm | |
| Cuts swatches out of all material | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm | |
| Cuts swatches out of all material | |
| Birds fall from the window ledge above mine | |
| Then they flap their wings at the last second | |
| I said birds fall from the window ledge above mine | |
| Then they flap their wings at the last second | |
| But unless | |
| I get up walk across the room and peer down below | |
| I won't see their last second curves toward a, a horizontal flight | |
| All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones | |
| Now due to a construct in my mind | |
| That makes their falling and their flight | |
| Symbolic of my entire existence | |
| It becomes important for me to get up and see | |
| Their last second curves toward flight | |
| It's almost like my life will fall | |
| My life will fall unless | |
| I see their ascent | |
| Oh yeah, oh yeah, all right | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm | |
| Cuts swatches out of all material | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm | |
| Cuts swatches out of all material, everybody c'mon | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm | |
| Cuts swatches out of all material | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm | |
| Cuts swatches out of all material | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm | |
| Cuts swatches out of all material | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm | |
| Cuts swatches out of all material | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm | |
| Cuts swatches out of all material |
| zuo qu : Gregory Brown John M. McCrea | |
| Birds fall from the window ledge above mine | |
| Then they flap their wings at the last second | |
| You see birds fall from the window ledge above mine | |
| Then they flap their wings at the last second | |
| I can see their dead weight just dropping like stones | |
| Or small loaves of bread past my window all the time | |
| But unless | |
| I get up walk across the room and peer down below | |
| I don' t see their last second curves toward a horizontal flight | |
| All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones | |
| Now due to a construct in my mind | |
| That makes their falling and their flight | |
| Symbolic of my entire existence | |
| It becomes important for me to get up and see | |
| Their last second curves toward flight | |
| It' s almost as if my life will fall unless | |
| I see their ascent | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm | |
| Cuts swatches out of all material | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm | |
| Cuts swatches out of all material | |
| Birds fall from the window ledge above mine | |
| Then they flap their wings at the last second | |
| I said birds fall from the window ledge above mine | |
| Then they flap their wings at the last second | |
| But unless | |
| I get up walk across the room and peer down below | |
| I won' t see their last second curves toward a, a horizontal flight | |
| All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones | |
| Now due to a construct in my mind | |
| That makes their falling and their flight | |
| Symbolic of my entire existence | |
| It becomes important for me to get up and see | |
| Their last second curves toward flight | |
| It' s almost like my life will fall | |
| My life will fall unless | |
| I see their ascent | |
| Oh yeah, oh yeah, all right | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm | |
| Cuts swatches out of all material | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm | |
| Cuts swatches out of all material, everybody c' mon | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm | |
| Cuts swatches out of all material | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm | |
| Cuts swatches out of all material | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm | |
| Cuts swatches out of all material | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm | |
| Cuts swatches out of all material | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm | |
| Cuts swatches out of all material |
| zuò qǔ : Gregory Brown John M. McCrea | |
| Birds fall from the window ledge above mine | |
| Then they flap their wings at the last second | |
| You see birds fall from the window ledge above mine | |
| Then they flap their wings at the last second | |
| I can see their dead weight just dropping like stones | |
| Or small loaves of bread past my window all the time | |
| But unless | |
| I get up walk across the room and peer down below | |
| I don' t see their last second curves toward a horizontal flight | |
| All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones | |
| Now due to a construct in my mind | |
| That makes their falling and their flight | |
| Symbolic of my entire existence | |
| It becomes important for me to get up and see | |
| Their last second curves toward flight | |
| It' s almost as if my life will fall unless | |
| I see their ascent | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm | |
| Cuts swatches out of all material | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm | |
| Cuts swatches out of all material | |
| Birds fall from the window ledge above mine | |
| Then they flap their wings at the last second | |
| I said birds fall from the window ledge above mine | |
| Then they flap their wings at the last second | |
| But unless | |
| I get up walk across the room and peer down below | |
| I won' t see their last second curves toward a, a horizontal flight | |
| All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones | |
| Now due to a construct in my mind | |
| That makes their falling and their flight | |
| Symbolic of my entire existence | |
| It becomes important for me to get up and see | |
| Their last second curves toward flight | |
| It' s almost like my life will fall | |
| My life will fall unless | |
| I see their ascent | |
| Oh yeah, oh yeah, all right | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm | |
| Cuts swatches out of all material | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm | |
| Cuts swatches out of all material, everybody c' mon | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm | |
| Cuts swatches out of all material | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm | |
| Cuts swatches out of all material | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm | |
| Cuts swatches out of all material | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm | |
| Cuts swatches out of all material | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | |
| Mr. Mastodon farm | |
| Cuts swatches out of all material |