| Song | Whispering Weeds |
| Artist | Frank Black |
| Album | Black Letter Days |
| 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? |
| 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? |