Song | Your Belgian Things |
Artist | The Mountain Goats |
Album | We Shall All Be Healed |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Darnielle | |
The men were here to get your Belgian things | |
They'll store them for you in an airplane hangar | |
There's guys in biohazard suits, mud caking on their rubber boots | |
They've come to keep your pretty things from danger | |
The men came here to get your Belgian things | |
They'll spend the whole day hauling them downstairs | |
I shot a roll of 32 exposures | |
My camera groans beneath the weight it bears | |
I can see you in my sleep | |
Playing the points for all your worth | |
Walking gingerly across | |
The bruised earth | |
The men came here to get your Belgian things | |
They waltzed right through the door and went fluorescent | |
Their boots were black and shiny and your treasures gleamed like stars | |
Bones from deep down in the fertile crescent | |
The arteries are clogging in the mainframe | |
There's too much information in the pipes | |
I saw the mess you left up in the east bedroom | |
A tiger's never gonna change its stripes | |
I guess, I guess | |
But Jesus, what a mess | |
One way in | |
No way out | |
The men came here to get your Belgian things | |
While I was only here to see them do it | |
I wish you had a number where you are | |
It's hard with no one here to help me through it | |
I can see you in my sleep | |
Playing the points for all your worth | |
Walking gingerly across | |
The bruised earth |
zuo ci : Darnielle | |
The men were here to get your Belgian things | |
They' ll store them for you in an airplane hangar | |
There' s guys in biohazard suits, mud caking on their rubber boots | |
They' ve come to keep your pretty things from danger | |
The men came here to get your Belgian things | |
They' ll spend the whole day hauling them downstairs | |
I shot a roll of 32 exposures | |
My camera groans beneath the weight it bears | |
I can see you in my sleep | |
Playing the points for all your worth | |
Walking gingerly across | |
The bruised earth | |
The men came here to get your Belgian things | |
They waltzed right through the door and went fluorescent | |
Their boots were black and shiny and your treasures gleamed like stars | |
Bones from deep down in the fertile crescent | |
The arteries are clogging in the mainframe | |
There' s too much information in the pipes | |
I saw the mess you left up in the east bedroom | |
A tiger' s never gonna change its stripes | |
I guess, I guess | |
But Jesus, what a mess | |
One way in | |
No way out | |
The men came here to get your Belgian things | |
While I was only here to see them do it | |
I wish you had a number where you are | |
It' s hard with no one here to help me through it | |
I can see you in my sleep | |
Playing the points for all your worth | |
Walking gingerly across | |
The bruised earth |
zuò cí : Darnielle | |
The men were here to get your Belgian things | |
They' ll store them for you in an airplane hangar | |
There' s guys in biohazard suits, mud caking on their rubber boots | |
They' ve come to keep your pretty things from danger | |
The men came here to get your Belgian things | |
They' ll spend the whole day hauling them downstairs | |
I shot a roll of 32 exposures | |
My camera groans beneath the weight it bears | |
I can see you in my sleep | |
Playing the points for all your worth | |
Walking gingerly across | |
The bruised earth | |
The men came here to get your Belgian things | |
They waltzed right through the door and went fluorescent | |
Their boots were black and shiny and your treasures gleamed like stars | |
Bones from deep down in the fertile crescent | |
The arteries are clogging in the mainframe | |
There' s too much information in the pipes | |
I saw the mess you left up in the east bedroom | |
A tiger' s never gonna change its stripes | |
I guess, I guess | |
But Jesus, what a mess | |
One way in | |
No way out | |
The men came here to get your Belgian things | |
While I was only here to see them do it | |
I wish you had a number where you are | |
It' s hard with no one here to help me through it | |
I can see you in my sleep | |
Playing the points for all your worth | |
Walking gingerly across | |
The bruised earth |