Song | Wendell Gee |
Artist | R.E.M. |
Album | Fables Of The Reconstruction |
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作曲 : Peter Buck/Mike Mills/Bill Berry/Michael Stipe | |
That's when Wendell Gee takes a tug | |
Upon the string that held the line of trees | |
Behind the house he lived in | |
He was reared to give respect | |
But somewhere down the line he chose | |
To whistle as the wind blows | |
Whistle as the wind blows with me | |
He had a dream one night | |
That the tree had lost its middle | |
So he built a trunk of chicken wire | |
To try to hold it up | |
But the wire the wire turned to lizard skin | |
And when he climbed inside | |
There wasn't even time to say | |
Goodbye to Wendell Gee | |
So whistle as the wind blows | |
Whistle as the wind blows, with me | |
If the wind were colors | |
And if the air could speak | |
Then whistle as the wind blows | |
Whistle as the wind blows |
zuo qu : Peter Buck Mike Mills Bill Berry Michael Stipe | |
That' s when Wendell Gee takes a tug | |
Upon the string that held the line of trees | |
Behind the house he lived in | |
He was reared to give respect | |
But somewhere down the line he chose | |
To whistle as the wind blows | |
Whistle as the wind blows with me | |
He had a dream one night | |
That the tree had lost its middle | |
So he built a trunk of chicken wire | |
To try to hold it up | |
But the wire the wire turned to lizard skin | |
And when he climbed inside | |
There wasn' t even time to say | |
Goodbye to Wendell Gee | |
So whistle as the wind blows | |
Whistle as the wind blows, with me | |
If the wind were colors | |
And if the air could speak | |
Then whistle as the wind blows | |
Whistle as the wind blows |
zuò qǔ : Peter Buck Mike Mills Bill Berry Michael Stipe | |
That' s when Wendell Gee takes a tug | |
Upon the string that held the line of trees | |
Behind the house he lived in | |
He was reared to give respect | |
But somewhere down the line he chose | |
To whistle as the wind blows | |
Whistle as the wind blows with me | |
He had a dream one night | |
That the tree had lost its middle | |
So he built a trunk of chicken wire | |
To try to hold it up | |
But the wire the wire turned to lizard skin | |
And when he climbed inside | |
There wasn' t even time to say | |
Goodbye to Wendell Gee | |
So whistle as the wind blows | |
Whistle as the wind blows, with me | |
If the wind were colors | |
And if the air could speak | |
Then whistle as the wind blows | |
Whistle as the wind blows |