Song | Camouflage, Camouflage |
Artist | The Blood Brothers |
Album | Young Machetes |
作曲 : Blood Brothers | |
"Alice, where's your tongue?" | |
she said, "look in the encyclopedia's ceaseless chatter." | |
"Alice, where's your hair?" | |
she said, "look in the sharp of a well-worn butterfly knife." | |
"Alice, where's your teeth?" | |
she said, "look at the piano. they're dangling from every single chord." | |
"Alice, where's your lips?" | |
"look in the empires roaring; the tyrants getting so loud and boring." | |
"Alice, where's your man?" | |
"look in this black eye written like the o in the word goodbye." | |
"Alice, where's your house?" | |
"it's built on the hush of your favorite record's screeching halt." | |
"Alice, where's your clothes?" | |
"they'll be sweet sheets around your eyes when street boars eat you alive!" | |
"Alice, where's your swans?" | |
"flying in hotel rooms stealing stereos." | |
mister the sky's a contortionist. | |
the streets are skipping records blaring hiss. | |
camouflage, camouflage. | |
the city's draped in camouflage. | |
the taxis are jaguars throwing fits. | |
subways are subterranean bullets. | |
camouflage, camouflage. | |
the city's draped in camouflage. | |
can't you see the sidewalks are just snakes peeling off last year's skin? | |
can't you find your own face shining in the sky's false reflection? | |
where's your voice? | |
where's your dress? | |
where's your bones? | |
draped in camouflage. | |
where's your beach? | |
where's your sky? | |
where's your clouds? | |
draped in camouflage. | |
and she says give me one good reason not to empty the heart of all its zeros and ones, | |
not to smash that telecaster before it births a thousand useless slums. | |
love bit you in the throat while you were staring at the sea. | |
all the girls in Montreal are smashing skateboards in the street. | |
it's 4am and she's at your door with a suitcase, in a nightgown. | |
we slip through mansions with fences full-grown. | |
we slip through streetlights in crooked rows. | |
I saw the sky split in two: one half jealous and one half cruel. | |
I felt my chest cave in under a pile of synthetic grins. | |
the fields are day-glo under sobbing rainbows dragged through filthy thoughts, | |
false applause and camouflage. | |
I couldn't see the solar system, | |
it was camouflaged as a tape loop repeating. | |
I couldn't see the glorious meadow, | |
it was camouflaged as a smashed in glass window. | |
I couldn't see the love and affection, | |
it was camouflaged as a jungle of erections. | |
I couldn't see the skeletal lightning, | |
it was camouflaged as a young machete. |
zuò qǔ : Blood Brothers | |
" Alice, where' s your tongue?" | |
she said, " look in the encyclopedia' s ceaseless chatter." | |
" Alice, where' s your hair?" | |
she said, " look in the sharp of a wellworn butterfly knife." | |
" Alice, where' s your teeth?" | |
she said, " look at the piano. they' re dangling from every single chord." | |
" Alice, where' s your lips?" | |
" look in the empires roaring the tyrants getting so loud and boring." | |
" Alice, where' s your man?" | |
" look in this black eye written like the o in the word goodbye." | |
" Alice, where' s your house?" | |
" it' s built on the hush of your favorite record' s screeching halt." | |
" Alice, where' s your clothes?" | |
" they' ll be sweet sheets around your eyes when street boars eat you alive!" | |
" Alice, where' s your swans?" | |
" flying in hotel rooms stealing stereos." | |
mister the sky' s a contortionist. | |
the streets are skipping records blaring hiss. | |
camouflage, camouflage. | |
the city' s draped in camouflage. | |
the taxis are jaguars throwing fits. | |
subways are subterranean bullets. | |
camouflage, camouflage. | |
the city' s draped in camouflage. | |
can' t you see the sidewalks are just snakes peeling off last year' s skin? | |
can' t you find your own face shining in the sky' s false reflection? | |
where' s your voice? | |
where' s your dress? | |
where' s your bones? | |
draped in camouflage. | |
where' s your beach? | |
where' s your sky? | |
where' s your clouds? | |
draped in camouflage. | |
and she says give me one good reason not to empty the heart of all its zeros and ones, | |
not to smash that telecaster before it births a thousand useless slums. | |
love bit you in the throat while you were staring at the sea. | |
all the girls in Montreal are smashing skateboards in the street. | |
it' s 4am and she' s at your door with a suitcase, in a nightgown. | |
we slip through mansions with fences fullgrown. | |
we slip through streetlights in crooked rows. | |
I saw the sky split in two: one half jealous and one half cruel. | |
I felt my chest cave in under a pile of synthetic grins. | |
the fields are dayglo under sobbing rainbows dragged through filthy thoughts, | |
false applause and camouflage. | |
I couldn' t see the solar system, | |
it was camouflaged as a tape loop repeating. | |
I couldn' t see the glorious meadow, | |
it was camouflaged as a smashed in glass window. | |
I couldn' t see the love and affection, | |
it was camouflaged as a jungle of erections. | |
I couldn' t see the skeletal lightning, | |
it was camouflaged as a young machete. |