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Artist | Sonic Youth |
Album | Washing Machine |
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[00:00.00] | 作词 : Sonic Youth |
[00:10.21] | This she did in public for us to see |
[00:12.81] | She came in here too drunk to do the show |
[00:16.26] | Between the trains and cars |
[00:18.22] | Broken glass and lost hub-caps, images of a gun |
[00:23.43] | Row house row house pass through |
[00:26.09] | Let the city rise up to fill the screen |
[00:29.70] | Clothes flung out of closets, doorknobs falling off |
[00:36.28] | The guitar guy played real good feedback, and super sounding riffs |
[00:43.03] | With his mild mannered look on, yeah he was truly hip |
[00:49.88] | The girl started out in red patent leather |
[00:52.58] | Very I'm in a band with knee pads |
[00:55.96] | We watch her fall over and lay down, |
[00:59.14] | Shouting the poetic truths of high school journal keepers |
[01:03.41] | Row house row house pass through, let the city rise up |
[01:09.35] | Twister, dust buster, hospital bed, I'll see you, see you |
[01:14.44] | See you on the highway |
[01:16.78] | Now we're told so merge ideas, of song forms and freedom |
[01:22.90] | Miss seafood, miss cheesecake, a couple of miss donuts |
[01:27.18] | The edge of a blade pressed to the throat of your reflected image |
[01:32.39] | Poised, yet totally screwed up |
[01:37.44] | Yes sir, yes sir, step right up |
[01:56.76] | None of us know, where we're trying to get to |
[02:03.02] | What sort of live where we trying to build |
[02:09.64] | Now we're told so merge ideas, of song forms and freedom |
[02:15.93] | Seasons out of life, nothing is out of reach |
[02:22.96] | L.A. is more confusing now, than anywhere I've ever been to |
[02:29.32] | I'm from New York City, breath it out and let it in |
[02:41.77] | Where are you now? |
[02:45.00] | When your broken eyes are closed |
[02:48.45] | Head in a cloudy dream, green and sailboats |
[02:54.95] | Borrowed and never returned |
[02:58.07] | Emotions, books, outlooks on life |
[03:08.32] | Hello 20 15! |
[03:18.30] | Hello, 20, 15! |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Sonic Youth |
[00:10.21] | This she did in public for us to see |
[00:12.81] | She came in here too drunk to do the show |
[00:16.26] | Between the trains and cars |
[00:18.22] | Broken glass and lost hubcaps, images of a gun |
[00:23.43] | Row house row house pass through |
[00:26.09] | Let the city rise up to fill the screen |
[00:29.70] | Clothes flung out of closets, doorknobs falling off |
[00:36.28] | The guitar guy played real good feedback, and super sounding riffs |
[00:43.03] | With his mild mannered look on, yeah he was truly hip |
[00:49.88] | The girl started out in red patent leather |
[00:52.58] | Very I' m in a band with knee pads |
[00:55.96] | We watch her fall over and lay down, |
[00:59.14] | Shouting the poetic truths of high school journal keepers |
[01:03.41] | Row house row house pass through, let the city rise up |
[01:09.35] | Twister, dust buster, hospital bed, I' ll see you, see you |
[01:14.44] | See you on the highway |
[01:16.78] | Now we' re told so merge ideas, of song forms and freedom |
[01:22.90] | Miss seafood, miss cheesecake, a couple of miss donuts |
[01:27.18] | The edge of a blade pressed to the throat of your reflected image |
[01:32.39] | Poised, yet totally screwed up |
[01:37.44] | Yes sir, yes sir, step right up |
[01:56.76] | None of us know, where we' re trying to get to |
[02:03.02] | What sort of live where we trying to build |
[02:09.64] | Now we' re told so merge ideas, of song forms and freedom |
[02:15.93] | Seasons out of life, nothing is out of reach |
[02:22.96] | L. A. is more confusing now, than anywhere I' ve ever been to |
[02:29.32] | I' m from New York City, breath it out and let it in |
[02:41.77] | Where are you now? |
[02:45.00] | When your broken eyes are closed |
[02:48.45] | Head in a cloudy dream, green and sailboats |
[02:54.95] | Borrowed and never returned |
[02:58.07] | Emotions, books, outlooks on life |
[03:08.32] | Hello 20 15! |
[03:18.30] | Hello, 20, 15! |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Sonic Youth |
[00:10.21] | This she did in public for us to see |
[00:12.81] | She came in here too drunk to do the show |
[00:16.26] | Between the trains and cars |
[00:18.22] | Broken glass and lost hubcaps, images of a gun |
[00:23.43] | Row house row house pass through |
[00:26.09] | Let the city rise up to fill the screen |
[00:29.70] | Clothes flung out of closets, doorknobs falling off |
[00:36.28] | The guitar guy played real good feedback, and super sounding riffs |
[00:43.03] | With his mild mannered look on, yeah he was truly hip |
[00:49.88] | The girl started out in red patent leather |
[00:52.58] | Very I' m in a band with knee pads |
[00:55.96] | We watch her fall over and lay down, |
[00:59.14] | Shouting the poetic truths of high school journal keepers |
[01:03.41] | Row house row house pass through, let the city rise up |
[01:09.35] | Twister, dust buster, hospital bed, I' ll see you, see you |
[01:14.44] | See you on the highway |
[01:16.78] | Now we' re told so merge ideas, of song forms and freedom |
[01:22.90] | Miss seafood, miss cheesecake, a couple of miss donuts |
[01:27.18] | The edge of a blade pressed to the throat of your reflected image |
[01:32.39] | Poised, yet totally screwed up |
[01:37.44] | Yes sir, yes sir, step right up |
[01:56.76] | None of us know, where we' re trying to get to |
[02:03.02] | What sort of live where we trying to build |
[02:09.64] | Now we' re told so merge ideas, of song forms and freedom |
[02:15.93] | Seasons out of life, nothing is out of reach |
[02:22.96] | L. A. is more confusing now, than anywhere I' ve ever been to |
[02:29.32] | I' m from New York City, breath it out and let it in |
[02:41.77] | Where are you now? |
[02:45.00] | When your broken eyes are closed |
[02:48.45] | Head in a cloudy dream, green and sailboats |
[02:54.95] | Borrowed and never returned |
[02:58.07] | Emotions, books, outlooks on life |
[03:08.32] | Hello 20 15! |
[03:18.30] | Hello, 20, 15! |