Song | Plastic Palace People |
Artist | Scott Walker |
Album | Boy Child: 67-70 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Walker | |
Over the rooftop sails Billy | |
A string tied to his underwear | |
Through cobbled stone streets a child races | |
And shouts "Billy, come down from there" | |
"My mother's calling" his voice whimpers | |
A string clutched in his tiny hand | |
Not till I've seen the sky's not lit up | |
In tears, child try and understand | |
Don't pull the string, Don't bring me down | |
Don't make me land | |
Plastic palace people | |
Sing silent songs, they dream too long | |
Their memories just stare | |
Plastic palace Alice | |
She steals the cards tomorrow deals | |
With deafening despair | |
Hurry, you've got to get in line | |
Your nose might start to shine | |
And sweat it out and dance about | |
The whole eternal life | |
A harvest of stars surrounds Billy | |
The night clings to his happy eyes | |
Asleep in town square beneath a fountain | |
A child murmurs a weary sigh | |
My mother weeps, And weaves her hair | |
With worries please, Come down from there | |
Plastic palace people | |
Through fields of clay and granite grey | |
They play without a sound | |
Plastic palace Alice | |
Blows gaping holes to store her fears | |
Inside her lovers head | |
Listen, they're laughing in the halls | |
They rip your face with lies | |
To buzzing eyes you cry for help | |
Like gods they bark replies | |
Over the rooftops burns Billy | |
Balloon sadly the string descends | |
Searching its way down through blue submarine air | |
The polka dot underwear | |
To meet the trees, In morning square | |
Just hanging there, Just hanging there |
zuo ci : Walker | |
Over the rooftop sails Billy | |
A string tied to his underwear | |
Through cobbled stone streets a child races | |
And shouts " Billy, come down from there" | |
" My mother' s calling" his voice whimpers | |
A string clutched in his tiny hand | |
Not till I' ve seen the sky' s not lit up | |
In tears, child try and understand | |
Don' t pull the string, Don' t bring me down | |
Don' t make me land | |
Plastic palace people | |
Sing silent songs, they dream too long | |
Their memories just stare | |
Plastic palace Alice | |
She steals the cards tomorrow deals | |
With deafening despair | |
Hurry, you' ve got to get in line | |
Your nose might start to shine | |
And sweat it out and dance about | |
The whole eternal life | |
A harvest of stars surrounds Billy | |
The night clings to his happy eyes | |
Asleep in town square beneath a fountain | |
A child murmurs a weary sigh | |
My mother weeps, And weaves her hair | |
With worries please, Come down from there | |
Plastic palace people | |
Through fields of clay and granite grey | |
They play without a sound | |
Plastic palace Alice | |
Blows gaping holes to store her fears | |
Inside her lovers head | |
Listen, they' re laughing in the halls | |
They rip your face with lies | |
To buzzing eyes you cry for help | |
Like gods they bark replies | |
Over the rooftops burns Billy | |
Balloon sadly the string descends | |
Searching its way down through blue submarine air | |
The polka dot underwear | |
To meet the trees, In morning square | |
Just hanging there, Just hanging there |
zuò cí : Walker | |
Over the rooftop sails Billy | |
A string tied to his underwear | |
Through cobbled stone streets a child races | |
And shouts " Billy, come down from there" | |
" My mother' s calling" his voice whimpers | |
A string clutched in his tiny hand | |
Not till I' ve seen the sky' s not lit up | |
In tears, child try and understand | |
Don' t pull the string, Don' t bring me down | |
Don' t make me land | |
Plastic palace people | |
Sing silent songs, they dream too long | |
Their memories just stare | |
Plastic palace Alice | |
She steals the cards tomorrow deals | |
With deafening despair | |
Hurry, you' ve got to get in line | |
Your nose might start to shine | |
And sweat it out and dance about | |
The whole eternal life | |
A harvest of stars surrounds Billy | |
The night clings to his happy eyes | |
Asleep in town square beneath a fountain | |
A child murmurs a weary sigh | |
My mother weeps, And weaves her hair | |
With worries please, Come down from there | |
Plastic palace people | |
Through fields of clay and granite grey | |
They play without a sound | |
Plastic palace Alice | |
Blows gaping holes to store her fears | |
Inside her lovers head | |
Listen, they' re laughing in the halls | |
They rip your face with lies | |
To buzzing eyes you cry for help | |
Like gods they bark replies | |
Over the rooftops burns Billy | |
Balloon sadly the string descends | |
Searching its way down through blue submarine air | |
The polka dot underwear | |
To meet the trees, In morning square | |
Just hanging there, Just hanging there |