| Song | New Cannonball Blues |
| Artist | TV on the Radio |
| Album | Nine Types of Light |
| 作曲 : TV On The Radio | |
| 作词 : TV On The Radio | |
| Hey girls, hey boys, no, don't mind the noise | |
| It's just the sound of being dragged ahead | |
| It's just a pornographic annulationship | |
| As we watch the spider's web eat itself | |
| All this death above, extinguishing | |
| All that you've ever known | |
| Turn your touch screens off and start harvesting | |
| In the seeds that your parents sew | |
| It's got me singing blues that hit you like a cannonball | |
| Loud enough to break your bones | |
| But it was written in blood before they wrote it in stone | |
| So sing it with me like it's your own | |
| It's got me ****ed up and dried up, and fed up, can't get up | |
| And bleeding and crying like | |
| I'm mad at the song | |
| I'm a carbon copy, now they got me up | |
| Oh, look at where we're going | |
| It's got you strung out and bothered, and caught up, and drowning | |
| And feeling, and shot up, and feeling you gotta run | |
| You're a carbon copy, now they got me up | |
| Oh, look at where we're going | |
| You're getting bothered staying low like under four hundred blows | |
| Makes you feel like you are all by yourself | |
| So when the chance comes along where you could help out a wrong | |
| The bullshit's got you stuck up on the shelf | |
| But it's heavy, | |
| I'm not ready | |
| Do you feel like you're swimming in the notes? | |
| Well baby, follow the sound that's shooting out of your crown | |
| There's only one way up from the floor | |
| It's got me ****ed up and dried up, and fed up, can't get up | |
| And bleeding and crying like | |
| I'm mad at the song | |
| I'm a carbon copy, now they got me up | |
| Oh, look at where we're going | |
| It's got you strung out and bothered, and caught up, and drowning | |
| And feeling, and shot up, and feeling you gotta run | |
| You're a carbon copy, now they got me up | |
| Oh, look at where we're going | |
| Now gonna kick toe, gonna run right forward | |
| Lord, not the first time we've imposed a locked door | |
| Oh critter, fight back, it's your sole reward | |
| Below with your fist up, brush the dust off | |
| Boy, it's got, got, it's got me singing | |
| Blues that hit you like a cannonball | |
| And loud enough to break your bones | |
| But it was written in blood before they wrote it in stone | |
| So sing it with me like it's your own | |
| Those blues, they hit you like a cannonball | |
| Loud enough to break your bones | |
| But wish the rising in love before we're taking the throne | |
| So sing it with me like it's your own | |
| You better dust off and get up, get ready to push up | |
| Hey baby, get ready 'cause yeah, yeah, it's gonna come | |
| If we want to see what's possible for a, a better way right now | |
| You better dust off and get up, get ready to push up | |
| Hey baby, get ready 'cause yeah, yeah it's gonna come | |
| When the truth is spoken, love's unbroken | |
| Nothing's gonna weigh us down |
| zuò qǔ : TV On The Radio | |
| zuò cí : TV On The Radio | |
| Hey girls, hey boys, no, don' t mind the noise | |
| It' s just the sound of being dragged ahead | |
| It' s just a pornographic annulationship | |
| As we watch the spider' s web eat itself | |
| All this death above, extinguishing | |
| All that you' ve ever known | |
| Turn your touch screens off and start harvesting | |
| In the seeds that your parents sew | |
| It' s got me singing blues that hit you like a cannonball | |
| Loud enough to break your bones | |
| But it was written in blood before they wrote it in stone | |
| So sing it with me like it' s your own | |
| It' s got me ed up and dried up, and fed up, can' t get up | |
| And bleeding and crying like | |
| I' m mad at the song | |
| I' m a carbon copy, now they got me up | |
| Oh, look at where we' re going | |
| It' s got you strung out and bothered, and caught up, and drowning | |
| And feeling, and shot up, and feeling you gotta run | |
| You' re a carbon copy, now they got me up | |
| Oh, look at where we' re going | |
| You' re getting bothered staying low like under four hundred blows | |
| Makes you feel like you are all by yourself | |
| So when the chance comes along where you could help out a wrong | |
| The bullshit' s got you stuck up on the shelf | |
| But it' s heavy, | |
| I' m not ready | |
| Do you feel like you' re swimming in the notes? | |
| Well baby, follow the sound that' s shooting out of your crown | |
| There' s only one way up from the floor | |
| It' s got me ed up and dried up, and fed up, can' t get up | |
| And bleeding and crying like | |
| I' m mad at the song | |
| I' m a carbon copy, now they got me up | |
| Oh, look at where we' re going | |
| It' s got you strung out and bothered, and caught up, and drowning | |
| And feeling, and shot up, and feeling you gotta run | |
| You' re a carbon copy, now they got me up | |
| Oh, look at where we' re going | |
| Now gonna kick toe, gonna run right forward | |
| Lord, not the first time we' ve imposed a locked door | |
| Oh critter, fight back, it' s your sole reward | |
| Below with your fist up, brush the dust off | |
| Boy, it' s got, got, it' s got me singing | |
| Blues that hit you like a cannonball | |
| And loud enough to break your bones | |
| But it was written in blood before they wrote it in stone | |
| So sing it with me like it' s your own | |
| Those blues, they hit you like a cannonball | |
| Loud enough to break your bones | |
| But wish the rising in love before we' re taking the throne | |
| So sing it with me like it' s your own | |
| You better dust off and get up, get ready to push up | |
| Hey baby, get ready ' cause yeah, yeah, it' s gonna come | |
| If we want to see what' s possible for a, a better way right now | |
| You better dust off and get up, get ready to push up | |
| Hey baby, get ready ' cause yeah, yeah it' s gonna come | |
| When the truth is spoken, love' s unbroken | |
| Nothing' s gonna weigh us down |