Song | Eric's Trip |
Artist | Sonic Youth |
Album | Daydream Nation |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Thurston Moore & Kim Gordon & Lee Ranaldo & Steve Shelley |
[00:00.359] | 作词 : Sonic Youth |
[00:01.79] | Hatred |
[00:03.34] | I hate the past |
[00:04.35] | |
[00:04.91] | I can't see anything at all, all I see is me |
[00:09.78] | |
[00:10.59] | That's clear enough |
[00:12.08] | And that's whats important, to see me |
[00:15.45] | |
[00:16.83] | My eyes can focus |
[00:18.57] | My brain is talking |
[00:20.00] | Looks pretty good to me |
[00:22.01] | |
[00:23.18] | My head's on straight, my girlfriend's beautiful |
[00:26.56] | Looks pretty good to me |
[00:28.37] | |
[00:30.31] | Sometimes I speak |
[00:33.17] | Tonight there's nothing to say |
[00:34.92] | |
[00:36.54] | Sometimes we freak |
[00:37.91] | |
[00:39.84] | And laugh all day |
[00:41.16] | |
[00:42.84] | Hold these pages up to the light |
[00:45.40] | See the jack knife inside of the dream |
[00:47.96] | |
[00:48.77] | A railroad runs through the record stores at night |
[00:52.45] | Coming in for the deep freeze |
[00:54.38] | |
[00:55.69] | Mary, a simple word, are you there in the cold country? |
[01:00.45] | |
[01:01.31] | Your eyes so full, your head so tight |
[01:04.68] | Can't you hear me? |
[01:06.44] | |
[01:07.68] | Remember our talk |
[01:09.17] | That day on the phone? |
[01:10.80] | You said I was the door, and you were the station |
[01:13.99] | With shattered glass and miles between us |
[01:17.17] | We still flew away in the conversation |
[01:20.09] | My cup is full, and I feel okay |
[01:25.71] | |
[01:27.40] | The world is dull, but not today |
[01:31.77] | |
[01:33.77] | She thinks she's a goddess |
[01:35.83] | |
[01:36.51] | She says she talks to the spirits |
[01:38.69] | |
[01:39.81] | I wonder if she can talk to herself? |
[01:42.39] | |
[01:43.07] | If she can bear to hear it? |
[01:44.95] | |
[02:00.42] | This is Eric's trip |
[02:02.23] | |
[02:03.86] | We've all come to watch him slip |
[02:05.67] | |
[02:07.05] | He's slipping all the way to Texas |
[02:08.92] | |
[02:10.42] | Can you dig it? |
[02:11.03] | |
[02:50.23] | I see with a glass eye |
[02:52.16] | |
[02:53.29] | The pavement view |
[02:54.66] | |
[02:55.92] | A shadow forming, across the fields rushing |
[02:59.53] | Through me to you |
[03:01.03] | |
[03:02.34] | We tore down the world, and put up four walls |
[03:06.33] | I breathe in the myth |
[03:08.20] | |
[03:08.76] | I'm over the city, ****ing the future |
[03:12.14] | I'm high and inside your kiss |
[03:13.94] | |
[03:16.13] | We can't see clear |
[03:17.69] | |
[03:18.88] | But what we see is all right |
[03:20.87] | |
[03:22.06] | We make up what we can't hear |
[03:24.11] | |
[03:25.42] | And then we sing all night |
[03:27.05] | |
[03:28.49] | Scattered pages and shattered lights |
[03:31.22] | See the jack knife, see the dream |
[03:34.10] | |
[03:34.92] | There's something moving over there to the right |
[03:37.22] | |
[03:38.10] | Like nothing I've never seen |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Thurston Moore Kim Gordon Lee Ranaldo Steve Shelley |
[00:00.359] | zuo ci : Sonic Youth |
[00:01.79] | Hatred |
[00:03.34] | I hate the past |
[00:04.35] | |
[00:04.91] | I can' t see anything at all, all I see is me |
[00:09.78] | |
[00:10.59] | That' s clear enough |
[00:12.08] | And that' s whats important, to see me |
[00:15.45] | |
[00:16.83] | My eyes can focus |
[00:18.57] | My brain is talking |
[00:20.00] | Looks pretty good to me |
[00:22.01] | |
[00:23.18] | My head' s on straight, my girlfriend' s beautiful |
[00:26.56] | Looks pretty good to me |
[00:28.37] | |
[00:30.31] | Sometimes I speak |
[00:33.17] | Tonight there' s nothing to say |
[00:34.92] | |
[00:36.54] | Sometimes we freak |
[00:37.91] | |
[00:39.84] | And laugh all day |
[00:41.16] | |
[00:42.84] | Hold these pages up to the light |
[00:45.40] | See the jack knife inside of the dream |
[00:47.96] | |
[00:48.77] | A railroad runs through the record stores at night |
[00:52.45] | Coming in for the deep freeze |
[00:54.38] | |
[00:55.69] | Mary, a simple word, are you there in the cold country? |
[01:00.45] | |
[01:01.31] | Your eyes so full, your head so tight |
[01:04.68] | Can' t you hear me? |
[01:06.44] | |
[01:07.68] | Remember our talk |
[01:09.17] | That day on the phone? |
[01:10.80] | You said I was the door, and you were the station |
[01:13.99] | With shattered glass and miles between us |
[01:17.17] | We still flew away in the conversation |
[01:20.09] | My cup is full, and I feel okay |
[01:25.71] | |
[01:27.40] | The world is dull, but not today |
[01:31.77] | |
[01:33.77] | She thinks she' s a goddess |
[01:35.83] | |
[01:36.51] | She says she talks to the spirits |
[01:38.69] | |
[01:39.81] | I wonder if she can talk to herself? |
[01:42.39] | |
[01:43.07] | If she can bear to hear it? |
[01:44.95] | |
[02:00.42] | This is Eric' s trip |
[02:02.23] | |
[02:03.86] | We' ve all come to watch him slip |
[02:05.67] | |
[02:07.05] | He' s slipping all the way to Texas |
[02:08.92] | |
[02:10.42] | Can you dig it? |
[02:11.03] | |
[02:50.23] | I see with a glass eye |
[02:52.16] | |
[02:53.29] | The pavement view |
[02:54.66] | |
[02:55.92] | A shadow forming, across the fields rushing |
[02:59.53] | Through me to you |
[03:01.03] | |
[03:02.34] | We tore down the world, and put up four walls |
[03:06.33] | I breathe in the myth |
[03:08.20] | |
[03:08.76] | I' m over the city, ing the future |
[03:12.14] | I' m high and inside your kiss |
[03:13.94] | |
[03:16.13] | We can' t see clear |
[03:17.69] | |
[03:18.88] | But what we see is all right |
[03:20.87] | |
[03:22.06] | We make up what we can' t hear |
[03:24.11] | |
[03:25.42] | And then we sing all night |
[03:27.05] | |
[03:28.49] | Scattered pages and shattered lights |
[03:31.22] | See the jack knife, see the dream |
[03:34.10] | |
[03:34.92] | There' s something moving over there to the right |
[03:37.22] | |
[03:38.10] | Like nothing I' ve never seen |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Thurston Moore Kim Gordon Lee Ranaldo Steve Shelley |
[00:00.359] | zuò cí : Sonic Youth |
[00:01.79] | Hatred |
[00:03.34] | I hate the past |
[00:04.35] | |
[00:04.91] | I can' t see anything at all, all I see is me |
[00:09.78] | |
[00:10.59] | That' s clear enough |
[00:12.08] | And that' s whats important, to see me |
[00:15.45] | |
[00:16.83] | My eyes can focus |
[00:18.57] | My brain is talking |
[00:20.00] | Looks pretty good to me |
[00:22.01] | |
[00:23.18] | My head' s on straight, my girlfriend' s beautiful |
[00:26.56] | Looks pretty good to me |
[00:28.37] | |
[00:30.31] | Sometimes I speak |
[00:33.17] | Tonight there' s nothing to say |
[00:34.92] | |
[00:36.54] | Sometimes we freak |
[00:37.91] | |
[00:39.84] | And laugh all day |
[00:41.16] | |
[00:42.84] | Hold these pages up to the light |
[00:45.40] | See the jack knife inside of the dream |
[00:47.96] | |
[00:48.77] | A railroad runs through the record stores at night |
[00:52.45] | Coming in for the deep freeze |
[00:54.38] | |
[00:55.69] | Mary, a simple word, are you there in the cold country? |
[01:00.45] | |
[01:01.31] | Your eyes so full, your head so tight |
[01:04.68] | Can' t you hear me? |
[01:06.44] | |
[01:07.68] | Remember our talk |
[01:09.17] | That day on the phone? |
[01:10.80] | You said I was the door, and you were the station |
[01:13.99] | With shattered glass and miles between us |
[01:17.17] | We still flew away in the conversation |
[01:20.09] | My cup is full, and I feel okay |
[01:25.71] | |
[01:27.40] | The world is dull, but not today |
[01:31.77] | |
[01:33.77] | She thinks she' s a goddess |
[01:35.83] | |
[01:36.51] | She says she talks to the spirits |
[01:38.69] | |
[01:39.81] | I wonder if she can talk to herself? |
[01:42.39] | |
[01:43.07] | If she can bear to hear it? |
[01:44.95] | |
[02:00.42] | This is Eric' s trip |
[02:02.23] | |
[02:03.86] | We' ve all come to watch him slip |
[02:05.67] | |
[02:07.05] | He' s slipping all the way to Texas |
[02:08.92] | |
[02:10.42] | Can you dig it? |
[02:11.03] | |
[02:50.23] | I see with a glass eye |
[02:52.16] | |
[02:53.29] | The pavement view |
[02:54.66] | |
[02:55.92] | A shadow forming, across the fields rushing |
[02:59.53] | Through me to you |
[03:01.03] | |
[03:02.34] | We tore down the world, and put up four walls |
[03:06.33] | I breathe in the myth |
[03:08.20] | |
[03:08.76] | I' m over the city, ing the future |
[03:12.14] | I' m high and inside your kiss |
[03:13.94] | |
[03:16.13] | We can' t see clear |
[03:17.69] | |
[03:18.88] | But what we see is all right |
[03:20.87] | |
[03:22.06] | We make up what we can' t hear |
[03:24.11] | |
[03:25.42] | And then we sing all night |
[03:27.05] | |
[03:28.49] | Scattered pages and shattered lights |
[03:31.22] | See the jack knife, see the dream |
[03:34.10] | |
[03:34.92] | There' s something moving over there to the right |
[03:37.22] | |
[03:38.10] | Like nothing I' ve never seen |