Song | Whispering Weeds |
Artist | Frank Black |
Album | Black Letter Days |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Black | |
I went climbing up a weedy hill | |
Just to see what I could see | |
There far below the Hindu shrine where | |
I go from time to time | |
And up at the top I met dead Andy | |
I'm not sure how he got killed | |
But nailed to a tree is a photograph, yeah | |
I always tip my hat | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
What are we talking about today? | |
And what's that you say? | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
What are we talking about today? | |
And what's that you say? | |
Up in the flats of Leo Carillo | |
Is a place where I can sleep | |
A great big rock where I did dream a | |
Happy stone age dream | |
And the darkness around me started to creep | |
And I knew that I had to go | |
'Cause night is the hour of the mountain lion who | |
Sent me back home crying | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
What are we talking about today? | |
And what's that you say? | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
What are we talking about today? | |
And what's that you say? |
zuo ci : Black | |
I went climbing up a weedy hill | |
Just to see what I could see | |
There far below the Hindu shrine where | |
I go from time to time | |
And up at the top I met dead Andy | |
I' m not sure how he got killed | |
But nailed to a tree is a photograph, yeah | |
I always tip my hat | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
What are we talking about today? | |
And what' s that you say? | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
What are we talking about today? | |
And what' s that you say? | |
Up in the flats of Leo Carillo | |
Is a place where I can sleep | |
A great big rock where I did dream a | |
Happy stone age dream | |
And the darkness around me started to creep | |
And I knew that I had to go | |
' Cause night is the hour of the mountain lion who | |
Sent me back home crying | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
What are we talking about today? | |
And what' s that you say? | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
What are we talking about today? | |
And what' s that you say? |
zuò cí : Black | |
I went climbing up a weedy hill | |
Just to see what I could see | |
There far below the Hindu shrine where | |
I go from time to time | |
And up at the top I met dead Andy | |
I' m not sure how he got killed | |
But nailed to a tree is a photograph, yeah | |
I always tip my hat | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
What are we talking about today? | |
And what' s that you say? | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
What are we talking about today? | |
And what' s that you say? | |
Up in the flats of Leo Carillo | |
Is a place where I can sleep | |
A great big rock where I did dream a | |
Happy stone age dream | |
And the darkness around me started to creep | |
And I knew that I had to go | |
' Cause night is the hour of the mountain lion who | |
Sent me back home crying | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
What are we talking about today? | |
And what' s that you say? | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
Oh whispering weeds | |
What are we talking about today? | |
And what' s that you say? |