Song | So Long Old Bean |
Artist | Devendra Banhart |
Album | Smokey Rolls Down Thunder Canyon |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Banhart | |
Well these days I'm spread so thin | |
I'm getting carried up by the wind | |
Every time you get high | |
You might see me floating by | |
Well so long old bean | |
It's been a dream being with you | |
I couldn't tell us apart | |
Oh and i know neither could you | |
Don't tread on me | |
When you float downstream | |
On a moonbeam | |
So long old bean | |
So long old bean | |
Here comes the mapinguari singing awww | |
When's there gonna be an end to wondering | |
When all of our troubles are gonna end 'cause | |
We've had our fill of finding our empty pockets | |
Emptier still and there probably won't be | |
An end to that my friends | |
Now that my tralala's are dating | |
Little sips of the Hollywood bowl | |
They mute up my mind | |
How kind of them to mellow mellow mellow my soul | |
Well they're the gambling kind | |
As smooth as a tuba' ass on the dole | |
Money never beats soul | |
How noble | |
Don't forget me | |
When you float downstream | |
On a moonbeam | |
So long old bean | |
So long old bean | |
I'm a little firefly | |
Landing on you |
zuo ci : Banhart | |
Well these days I' m spread so thin | |
I' m getting carried up by the wind | |
Every time you get high | |
You might see me floating by | |
Well so long old bean | |
It' s been a dream being with you | |
I couldn' t tell us apart | |
Oh and i know neither could you | |
Don' t tread on me | |
When you float downstream | |
On a moonbeam | |
So long old bean | |
So long old bean | |
Here comes the mapinguari singing awww | |
When' s there gonna be an end to wondering | |
When all of our troubles are gonna end ' cause | |
We' ve had our fill of finding our empty pockets | |
Emptier still and there probably won' t be | |
An end to that my friends | |
Now that my tralala' s are dating | |
Little sips of the Hollywood bowl | |
They mute up my mind | |
How kind of them to mellow mellow mellow my soul | |
Well they' re the gambling kind | |
As smooth as a tuba' ass on the dole | |
Money never beats soul | |
How noble | |
Don' t forget me | |
When you float downstream | |
On a moonbeam | |
So long old bean | |
So long old bean | |
I' m a little firefly | |
Landing on you |
zuò cí : Banhart | |
Well these days I' m spread so thin | |
I' m getting carried up by the wind | |
Every time you get high | |
You might see me floating by | |
Well so long old bean | |
It' s been a dream being with you | |
I couldn' t tell us apart | |
Oh and i know neither could you | |
Don' t tread on me | |
When you float downstream | |
On a moonbeam | |
So long old bean | |
So long old bean | |
Here comes the mapinguari singing awww | |
When' s there gonna be an end to wondering | |
When all of our troubles are gonna end ' cause | |
We' ve had our fill of finding our empty pockets | |
Emptier still and there probably won' t be | |
An end to that my friends | |
Now that my tralala' s are dating | |
Little sips of the Hollywood bowl | |
They mute up my mind | |
How kind of them to mellow mellow mellow my soul | |
Well they' re the gambling kind | |
As smooth as a tuba' ass on the dole | |
Money never beats soul | |
How noble | |
Don' t forget me | |
When you float downstream | |
On a moonbeam | |
So long old bean | |
So long old bean | |
I' m a little firefly | |
Landing on you |