Song | Whip the Blankets |
Artist | Neko Case |
Album | Furnace Room Lullaby |
作词 : Betts, Case, Connelly ... | |
Well it's hot in the yard | |
And it's cool in the bed | |
And I whip the blankets into cotton thread | |
And I'll tear all the carpet up over my head' | |
Til my feet can go right through the basement | |
Well you play so surprised at what you have found | |
But I heard you coming from way across town | |
So let's get to getting to burning it down | |
And the fire, it's spreading like madness' | |
Cause I'm steeped in this pleasure | |
I've snapped from my tether | |
That the nation may vibrate apart | |
And you lead me again to the back of the line | |
And we'll work our way slow to the start | |
When the dishes are broken and the kitchen's a mess | |
I'm trapped in the door | |
Why don't you make me confess' | |
Cause I'm tastin' delicious | |
To just keep you guessin' | |
Whatever it is, that ignites me' | |
Cause I'm steeped in this pleasure | |
I've snapped from my tether | |
That the nation may vibrate apart | |
And you lead me again to the back of the line | |
And we'll work our way slow to the start | |
Yes we'll work our way slow to the start | |
When instinct is dirty and morality's clean | |
And we're bound for damnation say those magazines | |
Well to hell with the sorrow and watered-down scenes | |
We'll burn us a bridge straight to heaven.' | |
Cause I'm steeped in this pleasure | |
I've snapped from my tether | |
That the nation may vibrate apart | |
And you lead me again to the back of the line | |
And we'll work our way slow to the start | |
Yes we'll work our way slow to the start | |
Yes we'll work our way slow to the start |
zuò cí : Betts, Case, Connelly ... | |
Well it' s hot in the yard | |
And it' s cool in the bed | |
And I whip the blankets into cotton thread | |
And I' ll tear all the carpet up over my head' | |
Til my feet can go right through the basement | |
Well you play so surprised at what you have found | |
But I heard you coming from way across town | |
So let' s get to getting to burning it down | |
And the fire, it' s spreading like madness' | |
Cause I' m steeped in this pleasure | |
I' ve snapped from my tether | |
That the nation may vibrate apart | |
And you lead me again to the back of the line | |
And we' ll work our way slow to the start | |
When the dishes are broken and the kitchen' s a mess | |
I' m trapped in the door | |
Why don' t you make me confess' | |
Cause I' m tastin' delicious | |
To just keep you guessin' | |
Whatever it is, that ignites me' | |
Cause I' m steeped in this pleasure | |
I' ve snapped from my tether | |
That the nation may vibrate apart | |
And you lead me again to the back of the line | |
And we' ll work our way slow to the start | |
Yes we' ll work our way slow to the start | |
When instinct is dirty and morality' s clean | |
And we' re bound for damnation say those magazines | |
Well to hell with the sorrow and watereddown scenes | |
We' ll burn us a bridge straight to heaven.' | |
Cause I' m steeped in this pleasure | |
I' ve snapped from my tether | |
That the nation may vibrate apart | |
And you lead me again to the back of the line | |
And we' ll work our way slow to the start | |
Yes we' ll work our way slow to the start | |
Yes we' ll work our way slow to the start |