Song | Song Against Sex |
Artist | Neutral Milk Hotel |
Album | On Avery Island |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Mangum | |
And the first one tore a picture | |
Of a dead and hanging man | |
Who was kissing foreign fishes | |
That flew right out from this hands | |
And when I put my arms around him | |
I felt the blushing blood run through my cheeks | |
And an eeriness surrounded when his tongue began to speak | |
And he said... | |
Oh boy you are so pretty | |
Enough to wrap tight in rice-paper string... | |
And when I finally kissed him the whole world began to ring | |
Lost like a bell that's tipping over | |
With two cracks along both sides | |
And I knew the world was over so | |
I took a look outside | |
And watched the fires that were reaching | |
Up to the weather vane and the tops of trees | |
And the waiting scene and the sunday dream | |
They're all waiting here for me | |
Deli markets with their flower stands | |
Pretty girls and the burning men | |
Hanging out on the hooks next to the window displays | |
And I took out my tongue twice removed from my face | |
Across a bridge and across the mountains | |
Threw a nickel in a fountain | |
To save my soul from all these troubled times | |
And all the drugs that | |
I don't have the guts to take | |
To soothe my mind so | |
I'm always sober | |
Always aching, always heading towards | |
Mass suicide, occult figurines | |
And wasted gas-station attendents | |
Attending to their jobs | |
And a nice drive in the country | |
Finds a nice cliff to drop off | |
Oh when this world just gets so grating | |
All the grittiness of life | |
But don't take those pills your boyfriend gave you | |
You're too wonderful to die | |
And the last one tore a picture | |
From a pornographic page | |
But all the pleasure points attacking all | |
The looks of love were staged | |
And its a lie that you've been giving it hurts | |
You everyday so why should | |
I lay you naked | |
When its just too far away. | |
From anything we could call loving | |
Any love worth living for | |
So I'll sleep out in the gutter | |
You can sleep here on the floor | |
And when I wake up in the morning | |
I forgot to lock the door | |
Because with a match that's mean and some gasoline | |
You won't see me anymore |
zuo ci : Mangum | |
And the first one tore a picture | |
Of a dead and hanging man | |
Who was kissing foreign fishes | |
That flew right out from this hands | |
And when I put my arms around him | |
I felt the blushing blood run through my cheeks | |
And an eeriness surrounded when his tongue began to speak | |
And he said... | |
Oh boy you are so pretty | |
Enough to wrap tight in ricepaper string... | |
And when I finally kissed him the whole world began to ring | |
Lost like a bell that' s tipping over | |
With two cracks along both sides | |
And I knew the world was over so | |
I took a look outside | |
And watched the fires that were reaching | |
Up to the weather vane and the tops of trees | |
And the waiting scene and the sunday dream | |
They' re all waiting here for me | |
Deli markets with their flower stands | |
Pretty girls and the burning men | |
Hanging out on the hooks next to the window displays | |
And I took out my tongue twice removed from my face | |
Across a bridge and across the mountains | |
Threw a nickel in a fountain | |
To save my soul from all these troubled times | |
And all the drugs that | |
I don' t have the guts to take | |
To soothe my mind so | |
I' m always sober | |
Always aching, always heading towards | |
Mass suicide, occult figurines | |
And wasted gasstation attendents | |
Attending to their jobs | |
And a nice drive in the country | |
Finds a nice cliff to drop off | |
Oh when this world just gets so grating | |
All the grittiness of life | |
But don' t take those pills your boyfriend gave you | |
You' re too wonderful to die | |
And the last one tore a picture | |
From a pornographic page | |
But all the pleasure points attacking all | |
The looks of love were staged | |
And its a lie that you' ve been giving it hurts | |
You everyday so why should | |
I lay you naked | |
When its just too far away. | |
From anything we could call loving | |
Any love worth living for | |
So I' ll sleep out in the gutter | |
You can sleep here on the floor | |
And when I wake up in the morning | |
I forgot to lock the door | |
Because with a match that' s mean and some gasoline | |
You won' t see me anymore |
zuò cí : Mangum | |
And the first one tore a picture | |
Of a dead and hanging man | |
Who was kissing foreign fishes | |
That flew right out from this hands | |
And when I put my arms around him | |
I felt the blushing blood run through my cheeks | |
And an eeriness surrounded when his tongue began to speak | |
And he said... | |
Oh boy you are so pretty | |
Enough to wrap tight in ricepaper string... | |
And when I finally kissed him the whole world began to ring | |
Lost like a bell that' s tipping over | |
With two cracks along both sides | |
And I knew the world was over so | |
I took a look outside | |
And watched the fires that were reaching | |
Up to the weather vane and the tops of trees | |
And the waiting scene and the sunday dream | |
They' re all waiting here for me | |
Deli markets with their flower stands | |
Pretty girls and the burning men | |
Hanging out on the hooks next to the window displays | |
And I took out my tongue twice removed from my face | |
Across a bridge and across the mountains | |
Threw a nickel in a fountain | |
To save my soul from all these troubled times | |
And all the drugs that | |
I don' t have the guts to take | |
To soothe my mind so | |
I' m always sober | |
Always aching, always heading towards | |
Mass suicide, occult figurines | |
And wasted gasstation attendents | |
Attending to their jobs | |
And a nice drive in the country | |
Finds a nice cliff to drop off | |
Oh when this world just gets so grating | |
All the grittiness of life | |
But don' t take those pills your boyfriend gave you | |
You' re too wonderful to die | |
And the last one tore a picture | |
From a pornographic page | |
But all the pleasure points attacking all | |
The looks of love were staged | |
And its a lie that you' ve been giving it hurts | |
You everyday so why should | |
I lay you naked | |
When its just too far away. | |
From anything we could call loving | |
Any love worth living for | |
So I' ll sleep out in the gutter | |
You can sleep here on the floor | |
And when I wake up in the morning | |
I forgot to lock the door | |
Because with a match that' s mean and some gasoline | |
You won' t see me anymore |