Song | Redmen And Their Wives |
Artist | Guided by Voices |
Album | Live From Austin TX |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Pollard | |
Roll out of bed | |
They're issuing lives for redmen and their wives | |
Offering hands | |
And twiddling thumbs, for dreams that never come | |
Often said | |
You better not look away, you'll lose the day | |
The way i see it | |
It's already lost | |
So then be it, they say | |
They're sharpening knives | |
And primitive lives, for redmen and their wives | |
Bread winners and klutz | |
And losing it all before the one eye shuts | |
Well i see it | |
As paying the price, nobody feels it these days | |
Well i'd like to go | |
And kiss them away | |
Well i'd like to know | |
Another way | |
Did you notice that | |
They're taking back lives from redmen just to | |
Give them time to find the light | |
And other things that bind with pride | |
A killer's waking up this time | |
To honest gleam and needless pride | |
We'll never see it shine | |
We'll never find the time | |
We'll never see it shine | |
We'll never find the time... |
zuo ci : Pollard | |
Roll out of bed | |
They' re issuing lives for redmen and their wives | |
Offering hands | |
And twiddling thumbs, for dreams that never come | |
Often said | |
You better not look away, you' ll lose the day | |
The way i see it | |
It' s already lost | |
So then be it, they say | |
They' re sharpening knives | |
And primitive lives, for redmen and their wives | |
Bread winners and klutz | |
And losing it all before the one eye shuts | |
Well i see it | |
As paying the price, nobody feels it these days | |
Well i' d like to go | |
And kiss them away | |
Well i' d like to know | |
Another way | |
Did you notice that | |
They' re taking back lives from redmen just to | |
Give them time to find the light | |
And other things that bind with pride | |
A killer' s waking up this time | |
To honest gleam and needless pride | |
We' ll never see it shine | |
We' ll never find the time | |
We' ll never see it shine | |
We' ll never find the time... |
zuò cí : Pollard | |
Roll out of bed | |
They' re issuing lives for redmen and their wives | |
Offering hands | |
And twiddling thumbs, for dreams that never come | |
Often said | |
You better not look away, you' ll lose the day | |
The way i see it | |
It' s already lost | |
So then be it, they say | |
They' re sharpening knives | |
And primitive lives, for redmen and their wives | |
Bread winners and klutz | |
And losing it all before the one eye shuts | |
Well i see it | |
As paying the price, nobody feels it these days | |
Well i' d like to go | |
And kiss them away | |
Well i' d like to know | |
Another way | |
Did you notice that | |
They' re taking back lives from redmen just to | |
Give them time to find the light | |
And other things that bind with pride | |
A killer' s waking up this time | |
To honest gleam and needless pride | |
We' ll never see it shine | |
We' ll never find the time | |
We' ll never see it shine | |
We' ll never find the time... |