Song | Spiders (Kidsmoke) |
Artist | Wilco |
Album | Kicking Television, Live in Chicago |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[ti:Spiders (Kidsmoke)] | |
[ar:Wilco] | |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Tweedy |
[00:06.75] | Spiders are singing in the salty breeze |
[01:01.57] | Spiders are filling out tax returns |
[01:05.32] | Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies |
[01:09.63] | On a private beach in Michigan |
[01:12.50] | Why can't they wish their kisses good |
[01:33.71] | Why do they miss when their kisses should |
[01:37.45] | Fly like winging birds fighting for the keys |
[01:41.38] | On a private beach in Michigan |
[01:44.83] | This recent rash of kidsmoke |
[02:38.74] | All these telescopic poems |
[02:43.44] | It's good to be alone |
[02:48.62] | Why can't they say what they want |
[06:08.62] | Why can't they just say what they mean |
[06:12.86] | Come clean listen and talk |
[06:16.01] | Hello private callers IDs blocked |
[06:19.71] | The sun will rise we'll climb into cars |
[06:23.10] | The future has a valley and a shortcut around |
[06:26.71] | Who will wear the crown of drowning award |
[06:30.16] | Hold a private light on a Michigan shore |
[06:33.94] | You fool me with a kiss of kidsmoke |
[06:54.00] | From a microscopic home |
[06:58.78] | It's good to be alone |
[07:03.67] | I'll be in my bed |
[08:16.63] | You can be the stone |
[08:20.48] | That raises from the dead |
[08:24.17] | And carries us all home |
[08:28.85] | There's no blood on my hands |
[08:34.87] | I just do as I am told |
ti: Spiders Kidsmoke | |
ar: Wilco | |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Tweedy |
[00:06.75] | Spiders are singing in the salty breeze |
[01:01.57] | Spiders are filling out tax returns |
[01:05.32] | Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies |
[01:09.63] | On a private beach in Michigan |
[01:12.50] | Why can' t they wish their kisses good |
[01:33.71] | Why do they miss when their kisses should |
[01:37.45] | Fly like winging birds fighting for the keys |
[01:41.38] | On a private beach in Michigan |
[01:44.83] | This recent rash of kidsmoke |
[02:38.74] | All these telescopic poems |
[02:43.44] | It' s good to be alone |
[02:48.62] | Why can' t they say what they want |
[06:08.62] | Why can' t they just say what they mean |
[06:12.86] | Come clean listen and talk |
[06:16.01] | Hello private callers IDs blocked |
[06:19.71] | The sun will rise we' ll climb into cars |
[06:23.10] | The future has a valley and a shortcut around |
[06:26.71] | Who will wear the crown of drowning award |
[06:30.16] | Hold a private light on a Michigan shore |
[06:33.94] | You fool me with a kiss of kidsmoke |
[06:54.00] | From a microscopic home |
[06:58.78] | It' s good to be alone |
[07:03.67] | I' ll be in my bed |
[08:16.63] | You can be the stone |
[08:20.48] | That raises from the dead |
[08:24.17] | And carries us all home |
[08:28.85] | There' s no blood on my hands |
[08:34.87] | I just do as I am told |
ti: Spiders Kidsmoke | |
ar: Wilco | |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Tweedy |
[00:06.75] | Spiders are singing in the salty breeze |
[01:01.57] | Spiders are filling out tax returns |
[01:05.32] | Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies |
[01:09.63] | On a private beach in Michigan |
[01:12.50] | Why can' t they wish their kisses good |
[01:33.71] | Why do they miss when their kisses should |
[01:37.45] | Fly like winging birds fighting for the keys |
[01:41.38] | On a private beach in Michigan |
[01:44.83] | This recent rash of kidsmoke |
[02:38.74] | All these telescopic poems |
[02:43.44] | It' s good to be alone |
[02:48.62] | Why can' t they say what they want |
[06:08.62] | Why can' t they just say what they mean |
[06:12.86] | Come clean listen and talk |
[06:16.01] | Hello private callers IDs blocked |
[06:19.71] | The sun will rise we' ll climb into cars |
[06:23.10] | The future has a valley and a shortcut around |
[06:26.71] | Who will wear the crown of drowning award |
[06:30.16] | Hold a private light on a Michigan shore |
[06:33.94] | You fool me with a kiss of kidsmoke |
[06:54.00] | From a microscopic home |
[06:58.78] | It' s good to be alone |
[07:03.67] | I' ll be in my bed |
[08:16.63] | You can be the stone |
[08:20.48] | That raises from the dead |
[08:24.17] | And carries us all home |
[08:28.85] | There' s no blood on my hands |
[08:34.87] | I just do as I am told |