| Song | Beady Eyes on the Horizon |
| Artist | Jukebox the Ghost |
| Album | Let Live and Let Ghosts |
| 作曲 : Jukebox The Ghost | |
| There's a dead man hanging, slumped over the steering wheel of an interstate | |
| Runaway bursting into flames | |
| And the devil was gently breathing, sleeping face-down in my | |
| Apartment, and like all his friends | |
| I'm growing tired of his games... | |
| And there's a homeless man arranging his hands, grooving to the beat | |
| Radiating from a police scanner, who said "The air was feeling good toMe, just as cool and ripe as air can be," and a woman who sincerely | |
| Believes in | |
| UFOs and who can blame her when the stars are hanging | |
| Overhead, dangling by a thread, floating ten thousand feet off the ground...(This was a story told to me when I was just the age of 17, one whichGod himself dictated to me, he said, "This is how all this shits gonnaBe when I blow your little planet into smithereens." It haunted myDreams like an accident on reply on a TV screen.) | |
| She sees faces in her dreams--strange machines she'd never seen | |
| Blueprints of submarines to reassemble in a time of dire need | |
| And there were preachers in the desert, waving to the crowd | |
| Dictating seven angry letters from a man up in the clouds | |
| And there were 27 soldiers telling 27 lies | |
| And a hole inside a hurricane with a pair of beady eyes | |
| A pair of beady eyes looking down onto the pavement while the stars are gathered 'round | |
| Because they all will want a front seat when shit starts going down | |
| Because the sun is just a supernova turned the other way around! | |
| There were strangers in the subway and men in limousines making deals and | |
| Swapping photographs of cans of gasoline, and there are no angels in the woodwork | |
| Or devils on the ground, and they are looking through a hurricane's tectonic wall of | |
| Sound and a man who smokes his cigarettes the other way around and she is looking | |
| In behind him from inside a wall of sound and she is dancing with the neon because | |
| The air is feeling good against her arms and legs and fingertips are measuring the | |
| Distance in the spaces in between me and you and all your friends when there's no | |
| Time to load a weapon and no time to make amends and people frozen in their tracks | |
| Staring at the sky at a hole inside a hurricane revealing... | |
| A pair of beady eyes! | |
| A pair of beady eyes looking down onto the pavement while the stars are gathered 'round | |
| Because they all will want a front seat when shit starts going down | |
| Because the sun is just a supernova turned the other way around! | |
| This is not a test, this is the real thing... | |
| This is not a test, this is the real thing... |
| zuò qǔ : Jukebox The Ghost | |
| There' s a dead man hanging, slumped over the steering wheel of an interstate | |
| Runaway bursting into flames | |
| And the devil was gently breathing, sleeping facedown in my | |
| Apartment, and like all his friends | |
| I' m growing tired of his games... | |
| And there' s a homeless man arranging his hands, grooving to the beat | |
| Radiating from a police scanner, who said " The air was feeling good toMe, just as cool and ripe as air can be," and a woman who sincerely | |
| Believes in | |
| UFOs and who can blame her when the stars are hanging | |
| Overhead, dangling by a thread, floating ten thousand feet off the ground... This was a story told to me when I was just the age of 17, one whichGod himself dictated to me, he said, " This is how all this shits gonnaBe when I blow your little planet into smithereens." It haunted myDreams like an accident on reply on a TV screen. | |
| She sees faces in her dreamsstrange machines she' d never seen | |
| Blueprints of submarines to reassemble in a time of dire need | |
| And there were preachers in the desert, waving to the crowd | |
| Dictating seven angry letters from a man up in the clouds | |
| And there were 27 soldiers telling 27 lies | |
| And a hole inside a hurricane with a pair of beady eyes | |
| A pair of beady eyes looking down onto the pavement while the stars are gathered ' round | |
| Because they all will want a front seat when shit starts going down | |
| Because the sun is just a supernova turned the other way around! | |
| There were strangers in the subway and men in limousines making deals and | |
| Swapping photographs of cans of gasoline, and there are no angels in the woodwork | |
| Or devils on the ground, and they are looking through a hurricane' s tectonic wall of | |
| Sound and a man who smokes his cigarettes the other way around and she is looking | |
| In behind him from inside a wall of sound and she is dancing with the neon because | |
| The air is feeling good against her arms and legs and fingertips are measuring the | |
| Distance in the spaces in between me and you and all your friends when there' s no | |
| Time to load a weapon and no time to make amends and people frozen in their tracks | |
| Staring at the sky at a hole inside a hurricane revealing... | |
| A pair of beady eyes! | |
| A pair of beady eyes looking down onto the pavement while the stars are gathered ' round | |
| Because they all will want a front seat when shit starts going down | |
| Because the sun is just a supernova turned the other way around! | |
| This is not a test, this is the real thing... | |
| This is not a test, this is the real thing... |