Styrofoam Plates

Song Styrofoam Plates
Artist Death Cab for Cutie
Album The Photo Album

Lyrics

[00:00.00] 作词 : Gibbard, Harmer, Walla
[00:00.47] There's a saltwater film
[00:03.03] on the jar of your ashes
[00:05.72] I threw them to sea
[00:08.41] but a gust blew them backwards
[00:10.91] and the sting in my eyes
[00:14.65] which you then inflicted
[00:15.97] was par for the course
[00:17.91] just as when you were living
[00:21.16] It's no stretch to say
[00:23.41] you were not quite a father
[00:25.97] but a donor of seeds
[00:28.59] to a poor single mother
[00:30.97] that would raise us alone
[00:34.18] we never saw the money
[00:35.80] that went down your throat
[00:37.93] through the hole in your belly
[00:42.44]
[01:01.85] Thirteen years old
[01:03.11] in the suburbs of Denver
[01:05.48] standing in line
[01:10.10] for Thanksgiving dinner
[01:11.04] at the Catholic church
[01:12.29] the servers wore crosses
[01:16.04] to shield from the sufferance
[01:18.42] plaguing the others
[01:22.17] Styrofoam plates, cafeteria tables
[01:24.60] charity reeks of cheap wine and pity
[01:29.41] and I'm thinking of you
[01:35.22] I do every year
[01:40.54] When we count all our blessings
[01:42.42] And wonder what we're doing here.
[01:56.70]
[03:34.14] You're a disgrace
[03:34.76] to the concept of family
[03:35.63] the priest won't divulge
[03:36.58] that fact in his homily
[03:38.57] and I'll stand up and scream
[03:39.64] if the mourning remain quiet
[03:40.58] you can deck out a lie
[03:43.38] in a suit but I won't buy it
[03:45.76] I won't join in the procession
[03:48.20] that's speaking their peace
[03:50.38] using five-dollar words
[03:51.82] while praising his integrity
[03:56.15] and just 'cause he's gone
[03:57.96] it doesn't change the fact
[04:00.34] he was a bastard in life
[04:02.96] thus a bastard in death

Pinyin

[00:00.00] zuò cí : Gibbard, Harmer, Walla
[00:00.47] There' s a saltwater film
[00:03.03] on the jar of your ashes
[00:05.72] I threw them to sea
[00:08.41] but a gust blew them backwards
[00:10.91] and the sting in my eyes
[00:14.65] which you then inflicted
[00:15.97] was par for the course
[00:17.91] just as when you were living
[00:21.16] It' s no stretch to say
[00:23.41] you were not quite a father
[00:25.97] but a donor of seeds
[00:28.59] to a poor single mother
[00:30.97] that would raise us alone
[00:34.18] we never saw the money
[00:35.80] that went down your throat
[00:37.93] through the hole in your belly
[00:42.44]
[01:01.85] Thirteen years old
[01:03.11] in the suburbs of Denver
[01:05.48] standing in line
[01:10.10] for Thanksgiving dinner
[01:11.04] at the Catholic church
[01:12.29] the servers wore crosses
[01:16.04] to shield from the sufferance
[01:18.42] plaguing the others
[01:22.17] Styrofoam plates, cafeteria tables
[01:24.60] charity reeks of cheap wine and pity
[01:29.41] and I' m thinking of you
[01:35.22] I do every year
[01:40.54] When we count all our blessings
[01:42.42] And wonder what we' re doing here.
[01:56.70]
[03:34.14] You' re a disgrace
[03:34.76] to the concept of family
[03:35.63] the priest won' t divulge
[03:36.58] that fact in his homily
[03:38.57] and I' ll stand up and scream
[03:39.64] if the mourning remain quiet
[03:40.58] you can deck out a lie
[03:43.38] in a suit but I won' t buy it
[03:45.76] I won' t join in the procession
[03:48.20] that' s speaking their peace
[03:50.38] using fivedollar words
[03:51.82] while praising his integrity
[03:56.15] and just ' cause he' s gone
[03:57.96] it doesn' t change the fact
[04:00.34] he was a bastard in life
[04:02.96] thus a bastard in death