Bruise Animals Lyrics
| Song | Bruise Animals |
| Artist | The Deadfly Ensemble |
| Album | An Entire Wardrobe of Doubt and Uncertainty (Download Edition) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Lucas Lanthier |
| [00:03.957] | Evenings with mother tend to be discouraging. |
| [00:19.658] | I always end up bruised |
| [00:27.235] | Evenings with father frighten me. |
| [00:36.558] | All the animals will come to see where I’ve been abused |
| [01:29.981] | With bars of fragile bone and teeth |
| [01:40.049] | I enclose a hundred birds and beasts. |
| [01:47.418] | We sway and swoon |
| [01:52.811] | At night they howl and scream at me. |
| [02:01.302] | They would all much rather be set free beneath the dull |
| [02:10.752] | Throbbing light of a blue-black moon |
| [02:17.465] | |
| [03:40.287] | One upon my thigh has wings. |
| [03:41.983] | He flies and sings. |
| [03:43.117] | His face is purple |
| [03:44.272] | Watch me twist my mouth in pain; |
| [03:46.618] | I’ve sat upon some beast again |
| [03:48.941] | Twice since Thursday I’ve sat bleeding out upon the back step, reading apparently |
| [03:54.526] | I have the only broken-skin menagerie |
| [03:58.647] | |
| [04:12.282] | Eyes and gills distinguish certain crimson epidermal oceans |
| [04:19.031] | Sunlight on my skin is dim and withered; in my zoo it’s night |
| [04:27.695] | |
| [04:28.745] | There’s a flock upon my back, |
| [04:30.778] | their beaks are long and cruel and black |
| [04:33.105] | They preen and flap with ruined capillaries; |
| [04:35.542] | Yes, there’s blood, in fact |
| [04:37.825] | One around my throat makes sound. |
| [04:39.788] | He screams against gray, early morning |
| [04:42.252] | Red and bending, never ending... |
| [04:44.729] | He’s some sort of snake, I’ve found |
| [04:47.167] | |
| [04:47.689] | And eight legged toads and lambies in rows and pink-kitten circles of lilies and roses... |
| [04:54.013] | An ant-farm awry under lavender skies... |
| [04:57.551] | All of this smeared on my thin-beaten skin |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Lucas Lanthier |
| [00:03.957] | Evenings with mother tend to be discouraging. |
| [00:19.658] | I always end up bruised |
| [00:27.235] | Evenings with father frighten me. |
| [00:36.558] | All the animals will come to see where I' ve been abused |
| [01:29.981] | With bars of fragile bone and teeth |
| [01:40.049] | I enclose a hundred birds and beasts. |
| [01:47.418] | We sway and swoon |
| [01:52.811] | At night they howl and scream at me. |
| [02:01.302] | They would all much rather be set free beneath the dull |
| [02:10.752] | Throbbing light of a blueblack moon |
| [02:17.465] | |
| [03:40.287] | One upon my thigh has wings. |
| [03:41.983] | He flies and sings. |
| [03:43.117] | His face is purple |
| [03:44.272] | Watch me twist my mouth in pain |
| [03:46.618] | I' ve sat upon some beast again |
| [03:48.941] | Twice since Thursday I' ve sat bleeding out upon the back step, reading apparently |
| [03:54.526] | I have the only brokenskin menagerie |
| [03:58.647] | |
| [04:12.282] | Eyes and gills distinguish certain crimson epidermal oceans |
| [04:19.031] | Sunlight on my skin is dim and withered in my zoo it' s night |
| [04:27.695] | |
| [04:28.745] | There' s a flock upon my back, |
| [04:30.778] | their beaks are long and cruel and black |
| [04:33.105] | They preen and flap with ruined capillaries |
| [04:35.542] | Yes, there' s blood, in fact |
| [04:37.825] | One around my throat makes sound. |
| [04:39.788] | He screams against gray, early morning |
| [04:42.252] | Red and bending, never ending... |
| [04:44.729] | He' s some sort of snake, I' ve found |
| [04:47.167] | |
| [04:47.689] | And eight legged toads and lambies in rows and pinkkitten circles of lilies and roses... |
| [04:54.013] | An antfarm awry under lavender skies... |
| [04:57.551] | All of this smeared on my thinbeaten skin |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Lucas Lanthier |
| [00:03.957] | Evenings with mother tend to be discouraging. |
| [00:19.658] | I always end up bruised |
| [00:27.235] | Evenings with father frighten me. |
| [00:36.558] | All the animals will come to see where I' ve been abused |
| [01:29.981] | With bars of fragile bone and teeth |
| [01:40.049] | I enclose a hundred birds and beasts. |
| [01:47.418] | We sway and swoon |
| [01:52.811] | At night they howl and scream at me. |
| [02:01.302] | They would all much rather be set free beneath the dull |
| [02:10.752] | Throbbing light of a blueblack moon |
| [02:17.465] | |
| [03:40.287] | One upon my thigh has wings. |
| [03:41.983] | He flies and sings. |
| [03:43.117] | His face is purple |
| [03:44.272] | Watch me twist my mouth in pain |
| [03:46.618] | I' ve sat upon some beast again |
| [03:48.941] | Twice since Thursday I' ve sat bleeding out upon the back step, reading apparently |
| [03:54.526] | I have the only brokenskin menagerie |
| [03:58.647] | |
| [04:12.282] | Eyes and gills distinguish certain crimson epidermal oceans |
| [04:19.031] | Sunlight on my skin is dim and withered in my zoo it' s night |
| [04:27.695] | |
| [04:28.745] | There' s a flock upon my back, |
| [04:30.778] | their beaks are long and cruel and black |
| [04:33.105] | They preen and flap with ruined capillaries |
| [04:35.542] | Yes, there' s blood, in fact |
| [04:37.825] | One around my throat makes sound. |
| [04:39.788] | He screams against gray, early morning |
| [04:42.252] | Red and bending, never ending... |
| [04:44.729] | He' s some sort of snake, I' ve found |
| [04:47.167] | |
| [04:47.689] | And eight legged toads and lambies in rows and pinkkitten circles of lilies and roses... |
| [04:54.013] | An antfarm awry under lavender skies... |
| [04:57.551] | All of this smeared on my thinbeaten skin |
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