Bad Entropy Lyrics
| Song | Bad Entropy |
| Artist | Why? |
| Album | Oaklandazulasylum |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Why? |
| [00:00.948] | In la'kesh, I'll hold my breath 'til I'm blue |
| [00:13.005] | Until the next time I see you |
| [00:19.517] | |
| [00:24.689] | I'm recording the vocals in my underwear |
| [00:31.669] | Your shit sounds like you recorded in a hoodie on a hot day |
| [00:37.815] | With a ****in' ball cap, tilted to cover your right eye |
| [00:43.235] | Your shit is fake, you're play acting |
| [00:49.287] | This ain't drama class |
| [00:51.319] | It's unhealthy, it's only boosting your bipolarity |
| [00:55.294] | |
| [00:59.825] | Until the handkerchief of history |
| [01:02.480] | Covers us with its Times New Roman black-and-white postscript |
| [01:07.108] | I will wear lavender shirts in yellow painted public restrooms |
| [01:11.371] | Looking like Art Deco in my September complexion and |
| [01:15.546] | Red against blue skies and have those pictures taken |
| [01:18.710] | To be proof against the dull mood of your high school history teacher |
| [01:22.478] | That we wore color |
| [01:23.758] | That we distributed the seeds of dead dandelions |
| [01:27.540] | In cement-surrounded city parks |
| [01:29.995] | That we let our skin soak up the sun |
| [01:31.995] | Despite the advice of modern science |
| [01:34.433] | That we sometimes wore our hair long |
| [01:36.323] | And let it curl and never combed it or put it in braids |
| [01:39.230] | That we taught ourselves to play the pots and pans |
| [01:41.814] | So that we would have something honest to dance to |
| [01:44.308] | Something soulful to sing to |
| [01:46.004] | And sometimes we had trouble seeing past our own reflections in the bedroom window |
| [01:51.383] | Because it was dark outside |
| [01:53.893] | And the fluorescents inside left shadows under our chests |
| [01:57.717] | And sculpted the torso to look its Friday night fittest |
| [02:01.505] | Yeah, I'm vain |
| [02:02.688] | There was life here before there wasn't |
| [02:04.617] | And before that there wasn't |
| [02:06.575] | But seagulls still ate shallow water fish |
| [02:09.793] | Morning boys still cast tall shadows |
| [02:13.519] | And all the while the stars are slowly separating |
| [02:16.913] | |
| [02:33.459] | Elizabeth, I don't know what you expect |
| [02:41.016] | I just wanna hide my face |
| [02:44.736] | In the space between your breasts |
| [02:49.295] | |
| [02:49.697] | In la'kesh, I've got no heart pumpin' my chest |
| [02:56.428] | I'll have to leave me praying |
| [03:00.058] | In the cradle of your flesh |
| [03:04.309] | |
| [03:04.867] | Elizabeth, I don't know what you expect |
| [03:11.715] | I just want to leave my breath |
| [03:15.413] | And get between your legs |
| [03:19.761] | |
| [03:20.266] | In la'kesh try and leave me again |
| [03:26.759] | I'll say "Hello" |
| [03:28.593] | You'll say |
| [03:29.733] | |
| [03:31.309] | And end will be end |
| [03:35.282] | |
| [03:47.587] | Okay |
| [03:48.344] | |
| [03:55.870] | These are songs to be listened to after I'm dead (dead dead dead) |
| [04:00.201] | When old women start wearing their hair grey |
| [04:03.838] | These are songs to help an ant find its shadow |
| [04:07.774] | Songs to bump in your Beam Cruiser 2060 |
| [04:11.690] | Top down, hair blowing in the absence of air |
| [04:17.506] | Whooming to the shhhhhh |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Why? |
| [00:00.948] | In la' kesh, I' ll hold my breath ' til I' m blue |
| [00:13.005] | Until the next time I see you |
| [00:19.517] | |
| [00:24.689] | I' m recording the vocals in my underwear |
| [00:31.669] | Your shit sounds like you recorded in a hoodie on a hot day |
| [00:37.815] | With a in' ball cap, tilted to cover your right eye |
| [00:43.235] | Your shit is fake, you' re play acting |
| [00:49.287] | This ain' t drama class |
| [00:51.319] | It' s unhealthy, it' s only boosting your bipolarity |
| [00:55.294] | |
| [00:59.825] | Until the handkerchief of history |
| [01:02.480] | Covers us with its Times New Roman blackandwhite postscript |
| [01:07.108] | I will wear lavender shirts in yellow painted public restrooms |
| [01:11.371] | Looking like Art Deco in my September complexion and |
| [01:15.546] | Red against blue skies and have those pictures taken |
| [01:18.710] | To be proof against the dull mood of your high school history teacher |
| [01:22.478] | That we wore color |
| [01:23.758] | That we distributed the seeds of dead dandelions |
| [01:27.540] | In cementsurrounded city parks |
| [01:29.995] | That we let our skin soak up the sun |
| [01:31.995] | Despite the advice of modern science |
| [01:34.433] | That we sometimes wore our hair long |
| [01:36.323] | And let it curl and never combed it or put it in braids |
| [01:39.230] | That we taught ourselves to play the pots and pans |
| [01:41.814] | So that we would have something honest to dance to |
| [01:44.308] | Something soulful to sing to |
| [01:46.004] | And sometimes we had trouble seeing past our own reflections in the bedroom window |
| [01:51.383] | Because it was dark outside |
| [01:53.893] | And the fluorescents inside left shadows under our chests |
| [01:57.717] | And sculpted the torso to look its Friday night fittest |
| [02:01.505] | Yeah, I' m vain |
| [02:02.688] | There was life here before there wasn' t |
| [02:04.617] | And before that there wasn' t |
| [02:06.575] | But seagulls still ate shallow water fish |
| [02:09.793] | Morning boys still cast tall shadows |
| [02:13.519] | And all the while the stars are slowly separating |
| [02:16.913] | |
| [02:33.459] | Elizabeth, I don' t know what you expect |
| [02:41.016] | I just wanna hide my face |
| [02:44.736] | In the space between your breasts |
| [02:49.295] | |
| [02:49.697] | In la' kesh, I' ve got no heart pumpin' my chest |
| [02:56.428] | I' ll have to leave me praying |
| [03:00.058] | In the cradle of your flesh |
| [03:04.309] | |
| [03:04.867] | Elizabeth, I don' t know what you expect |
| [03:11.715] | I just want to leave my breath |
| [03:15.413] | And get between your legs |
| [03:19.761] | |
| [03:20.266] | In la' kesh try and leave me again |
| [03:26.759] | I' ll say " Hello" |
| [03:28.593] | You' ll say |
| [03:29.733] | |
| [03:31.309] | And end will be end |
| [03:35.282] | |
| [03:47.587] | Okay |
| [03:48.344] | |
| [03:55.870] | These are songs to be listened to after I' m dead dead dead dead |
| [04:00.201] | When old women start wearing their hair grey |
| [04:03.838] | These are songs to help an ant find its shadow |
| [04:07.774] | Songs to bump in your Beam Cruiser 2060 |
| [04:11.690] | Top down, hair blowing in the absence of air |
| [04:17.506] | Whooming to the shhhhhh |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Why? |
| [00:00.948] | In la' kesh, I' ll hold my breath ' til I' m blue |
| [00:13.005] | Until the next time I see you |
| [00:19.517] | |
| [00:24.689] | I' m recording the vocals in my underwear |
| [00:31.669] | Your shit sounds like you recorded in a hoodie on a hot day |
| [00:37.815] | With a in' ball cap, tilted to cover your right eye |
| [00:43.235] | Your shit is fake, you' re play acting |
| [00:49.287] | This ain' t drama class |
| [00:51.319] | It' s unhealthy, it' s only boosting your bipolarity |
| [00:55.294] | |
| [00:59.825] | Until the handkerchief of history |
| [01:02.480] | Covers us with its Times New Roman blackandwhite postscript |
| [01:07.108] | I will wear lavender shirts in yellow painted public restrooms |
| [01:11.371] | Looking like Art Deco in my September complexion and |
| [01:15.546] | Red against blue skies and have those pictures taken |
| [01:18.710] | To be proof against the dull mood of your high school history teacher |
| [01:22.478] | That we wore color |
| [01:23.758] | That we distributed the seeds of dead dandelions |
| [01:27.540] | In cementsurrounded city parks |
| [01:29.995] | That we let our skin soak up the sun |
| [01:31.995] | Despite the advice of modern science |
| [01:34.433] | That we sometimes wore our hair long |
| [01:36.323] | And let it curl and never combed it or put it in braids |
| [01:39.230] | That we taught ourselves to play the pots and pans |
| [01:41.814] | So that we would have something honest to dance to |
| [01:44.308] | Something soulful to sing to |
| [01:46.004] | And sometimes we had trouble seeing past our own reflections in the bedroom window |
| [01:51.383] | Because it was dark outside |
| [01:53.893] | And the fluorescents inside left shadows under our chests |
| [01:57.717] | And sculpted the torso to look its Friday night fittest |
| [02:01.505] | Yeah, I' m vain |
| [02:02.688] | There was life here before there wasn' t |
| [02:04.617] | And before that there wasn' t |
| [02:06.575] | But seagulls still ate shallow water fish |
| [02:09.793] | Morning boys still cast tall shadows |
| [02:13.519] | And all the while the stars are slowly separating |
| [02:16.913] | |
| [02:33.459] | Elizabeth, I don' t know what you expect |
| [02:41.016] | I just wanna hide my face |
| [02:44.736] | In the space between your breasts |
| [02:49.295] | |
| [02:49.697] | In la' kesh, I' ve got no heart pumpin' my chest |
| [02:56.428] | I' ll have to leave me praying |
| [03:00.058] | In the cradle of your flesh |
| [03:04.309] | |
| [03:04.867] | Elizabeth, I don' t know what you expect |
| [03:11.715] | I just want to leave my breath |
| [03:15.413] | And get between your legs |
| [03:19.761] | |
| [03:20.266] | In la' kesh try and leave me again |
| [03:26.759] | I' ll say " Hello" |
| [03:28.593] | You' ll say |
| [03:29.733] | |
| [03:31.309] | And end will be end |
| [03:35.282] | |
| [03:47.587] | Okay |
| [03:48.344] | |
| [03:55.870] | These are songs to be listened to after I' m dead dead dead dead |
| [04:00.201] | When old women start wearing their hair grey |
| [04:03.838] | These are songs to help an ant find its shadow |
| [04:07.774] | Songs to bump in your Beam Cruiser 2060 |
| [04:11.690] | Top down, hair blowing in the absence of air |
| [04:17.506] | Whooming to the shhhhhh |
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