Song | Spit Shine Your Black Clouds |
Artist | The Blood Brothers |
Album | Young Machetes |
作曲 : Blood Brothers | |
you're walking through the forests where they feed the trees broken glass. | |
john lennon and the rolling stones crooning in plastic bags. | |
spit shine your black luck now, baby. | |
you turn on the radio, the speakers spit tangled talk. | |
everything is war and who's ****ed their way to the top. | |
but they'll eat black clouds we all eat black clouds. | |
you're working on a cruise serving caviar to the cruel. | |
they repossessed your heart; you're making payments on your face, too. | |
spit shine your black clouds now, baby. | |
and what if your religion turns out to be a cruel joke, and you're ****ed beyond all hope? | |
gonna spit shine your black clouds now, baby. | |
first you stayed in bed all day and walked around all night. | |
then you threw your phone away and slept beneath the freeway underpass. | |
your mother slit her throat after your father's heart attack. | |
and you've got two little sisters still in school. | |
what'cha gonna do? what'cha gonna do? | |
just sit and watch the ships loading their freight | |
and pale pelicans feeding their young and grasp at the barbarically charming sun. | |
out on the weekend talked your way out of a first date. | |
said your uncle was famous, by then it was too late. | |
spit shine your black luck now, baby. | |
fall asleep to the tv-the cops are talking tough | |
to the cameras in the backseat, to the audience at home. | |
but they'll eat black clouds we all eat black clouds. | |
once you knew a girl with skin like a sapphire sun. | |
took you back to her apartment, told you everything you did wrong. | |
spit shine your black luck. | |
spit shine your black luck. | |
the sky's so desolate like flesh on a skull-shaped balloon. | |
you sit in bed writing love letters to yourself. | |
no black ink on the black paper, bay. | |
stare at the ceiling, fall into dreamless sleep. | |
day climbs your chimney, taps you on the shoulder blade, | |
"spit shine your black clouds now, baby." | |
all your best friends grow up to be successful actresses. | |
all your bitter enemies died of liver failure in kent, washington trailers. | |
all your brothers made babies until their brains turned brown. | |
the world's lounging longways on an unbridled black cloud. |
zuò qǔ : Blood Brothers | |
you' re walking through the forests where they feed the trees broken glass. | |
john lennon and the rolling stones crooning in plastic bags. | |
spit shine your black luck now, baby. | |
you turn on the radio, the speakers spit tangled talk. | |
everything is war and who' s ed their way to the top. | |
but they' ll eat black clouds we all eat black clouds. | |
you' re working on a cruise serving caviar to the cruel. | |
they repossessed your heart you' re making payments on your face, too. | |
spit shine your black clouds now, baby. | |
and what if your religion turns out to be a cruel joke, and you' re ed beyond all hope? | |
gonna spit shine your black clouds now, baby. | |
first you stayed in bed all day and walked around all night. | |
then you threw your phone away and slept beneath the freeway underpass. | |
your mother slit her throat after your father' s heart attack. | |
and you' ve got two little sisters still in school. | |
what' cha gonna do? what' cha gonna do? | |
just sit and watch the ships loading their freight | |
and pale pelicans feeding their young and grasp at the barbarically charming sun. | |
out on the weekend talked your way out of a first date. | |
said your uncle was famous, by then it was too late. | |
spit shine your black luck now, baby. | |
fall asleep to the tvthe cops are talking tough | |
to the cameras in the backseat, to the audience at home. | |
but they' ll eat black clouds we all eat black clouds. | |
once you knew a girl with skin like a sapphire sun. | |
took you back to her apartment, told you everything you did wrong. | |
spit shine your black luck. | |
spit shine your black luck. | |
the sky' s so desolate like flesh on a skullshaped balloon. | |
you sit in bed writing love letters to yourself. | |
no black ink on the black paper, bay. | |
stare at the ceiling, fall into dreamless sleep. | |
day climbs your chimney, taps you on the shoulder blade, | |
" spit shine your black clouds now, baby." | |
all your best friends grow up to be successful actresses. | |
all your bitter enemies died of liver failure in kent, washington trailers. | |
all your brothers made babies until their brains turned brown. | |
the world' s lounging longways on an unbridled black cloud. |