Song | Long Haired Child |
Artist | Devendra Banhart |
Album | Cripple Crow |
作词 : Banhart | |
Maybe when it's day, it's cold, and I know for certain | |
When I go outside and my head started hurtin'. | |
It's a winter's day and I know for certain | |
When I go outside my head starts hurtin'. | |
So I wrap it up in materials, | |
Keep my hair from getting cold. | |
I'll wrap it up in materials to | |
Keep my hair from getting cold. | |
And I said: "tell my friends when I have kids." | |
Yeah, I said: "tell my friends when I have kids." | |
I'm gonna want that child to be a long-haired child. | |
I'm gonna want that child to be a long-haired child. | |
I'm gonna want the child to be a long-haired child. | |
I'm gonna want the child to be a long-haired child. | |
When I go outside to mingle in the snow | |
My head looked like a globe, | |
Ain't no hair on it at all. | |
Do I buy a wig? | |
Should I grow my beard | |
And comb it upwards | |
And around my ears? | |
Well, I can't wait for the kids to come, | |
No, I can't wait for the kids to come | |
Say, hey babe, you no go no barbershop. | |
‘Cause I want, yeah I want, I know for certain | |
I want the child to be a long-haired child | |
I'm gonna want that child to be a long-haired child. | |
I'm gonna want the child to be a long-haired child. | |
I'm gonna want the child to be a long-haired child. | |
Baby that's for sure, | |
When the snow it hits my temple. | |
I want to rush home, | |
Put on the kettle now | |
And warm my little brain | |
And bald head. | |
I'm too cold to know if I'm alive or dead. | |
But when my baby slips out my mama's womb, | |
When my baby slips out my mama's womb, | |
We're gonna enter a new life, | |
Enter a new life, that's for sure. | |
You're gonna enter your self back through your baby's front door. | |
Now if you want that baby to be a long-haired child, | |
You're gonna make that baby be a long-haired child, that's for sure. | |
Baby, baby, that's for sure. |
zuò cí : Banhart | |
Maybe when it' s day, it' s cold, and I know for certain | |
When I go outside and my head started hurtin'. | |
It' s a winter' s day and I know for certain | |
When I go outside my head starts hurtin'. | |
So I wrap it up in materials, | |
Keep my hair from getting cold. | |
I' ll wrap it up in materials to | |
Keep my hair from getting cold. | |
And I said: " tell my friends when I have kids." | |
Yeah, I said: " tell my friends when I have kids." | |
I' m gonna want that child to be a longhaired child. | |
I' m gonna want that child to be a longhaired child. | |
I' m gonna want the child to be a longhaired child. | |
I' m gonna want the child to be a longhaired child. | |
When I go outside to mingle in the snow | |
My head looked like a globe, | |
Ain' t no hair on it at all. | |
Do I buy a wig? | |
Should I grow my beard | |
And comb it upwards | |
And around my ears? | |
Well, I can' t wait for the kids to come, | |
No, I can' t wait for the kids to come | |
Say, hey babe, you no go no barbershop. | |
' Cause I want, yeah I want, I know for certain | |
I want the child to be a longhaired child | |
I' m gonna want that child to be a longhaired child. | |
I' m gonna want the child to be a longhaired child. | |
I' m gonna want the child to be a longhaired child. | |
Baby that' s for sure, | |
When the snow it hits my temple. | |
I want to rush home, | |
Put on the kettle now | |
And warm my little brain | |
And bald head. | |
I' m too cold to know if I' m alive or dead. | |
But when my baby slips out my mama' s womb, | |
When my baby slips out my mama' s womb, | |
We' re gonna enter a new life, | |
Enter a new life, that' s for sure. | |
You' re gonna enter your self back through your baby' s front door. | |
Now if you want that baby to be a longhaired child, | |
You' re gonna make that baby be a longhaired child, that' s for sure. | |
Baby, baby, that' s for sure. |