| Song | Fantastic Disaster |
| Artist | Sebadoh |
| Album | Bubble & Scrape |
| 作词 : Gaffney | |
| This or that or what you will is all the same to me | |
| There’s danger almost everywhere as far as | |
| I can see | |
| Careen them maybe if you can, charm my troubled soul | |
| The farther | |
| I go, the worse | |
| I get Electric current, my arms outstretched | |
| I may be hostile, sick with rhyme | |
| Spirit all-able, time is on my side | |
| Destroys the funny plants, my dear | |
| Go pull one at the root | |
| You’ll find if | |
| I’m not at fault, unlucky rabbit’s foot | |
| Deal me insincerity, clairvoyance is not an act | |
| If there’s any concern, my nerves to soothe | |
| But my face would never fuse in to be with you | |
| I’m entertaining on the street, 12 degrees | |
| To sweet college girls and friends with fleas | |
| Dreaming our direction crazy, some real-life stories go | |
| Await sweet, crazed adventure, | |
| I want someone to know | |
| It’s scary how | |
| I view my life to book, yet written and unsigned | |
| A violent piece of addict grows, | |
| I live on borrowed time | |
| Child-like, | |
| I was always a terror, | |
| I need to be held | |
| Ammunition cynical, damn all memory | |
| Shot glass hits the wall, time of victory |
| zuò cí : Gaffney | |
| This or that or what you will is all the same to me | |
| There' s danger almost everywhere as far as | |
| I can see | |
| Careen them maybe if you can, charm my troubled soul | |
| The farther | |
| I go, the worse | |
| I get Electric current, my arms outstretched | |
| I may be hostile, sick with rhyme | |
| Spirit allable, time is on my side | |
| Destroys the funny plants, my dear | |
| Go pull one at the root | |
| You' ll find if | |
| I' m not at fault, unlucky rabbit' s foot | |
| Deal me insincerity, clairvoyance is not an act | |
| If there' s any concern, my nerves to soothe | |
| But my face would never fuse in to be with you | |
| I' m entertaining on the street, 12 degrees | |
| To sweet college girls and friends with fleas | |
| Dreaming our direction crazy, some reallife stories go | |
| Await sweet, crazed adventure, | |
| I want someone to know | |
| It' s scary how | |
| I view my life to book, yet written and unsigned | |
| A violent piece of addict grows, | |
| I live on borrowed time | |
| Childlike, | |
| I was always a terror, | |
| I need to be held | |
| Ammunition cynical, damn all memory | |
| Shot glass hits the wall, time of victory |