Song | Bats |
Artist | The Uncluded |
Album | Hokey Fright (Deluxe Version) |
[00:00.000] | 作曲 : The Uncluded |
[00:00.74] | My feet hang off of every bed I ever slept on |
[00:25.50] | Catch less Z's more f-bombs (****) |
[00:28.07] | Invaders from the north brought a body in the trunk |
[00:31.10] | With four cold eyes ushering a Johnstown flood |
[00:33.85] | Too known too dumbstruck |
[00:35.30] | Plainclothes sputtering |
[00:37.17] | A strange home spine-chilling cluster to un**** |
[00:40.15] | Sup sup all steady with little magic |
[00:42.38] | No checked bags show up with the most baggage |
[00:45.18] | Fresh hell dragging old hell up from holed rabbits |
[00:47.99] | From mangled emotion and gross patterns |
[00:50.42] | No carrots only rumors of a bridge that flickered with black scallops |
[00:53.41] | And float pine out the bathtub of crass maggots (Bats) |
[00:56.57] | 1 point ****in' 5 schmillion |
[00:59.28] | A number undermining how they duck and dive different |
[01:01.99] | And I was waiting for an hour and I merely saw six |
[01:04.37] | Some thought it was a bust, I thought it was the shit |
[01:07.96] | I watched the videos and hung out with his friends and hugged his mama |
[01:10.13] | And it's clear to me this kid's the Minnesota Dali Lama |
[01:13.24] | And the lama twist his tongue |
[01:14.98] | To create a perfect rhyme |
[01:16.11] | With every style preconceived to spit that shit out at your mind |
[01:18.79] | And your mind's rind peels back revealing |
[01:21.66] | Every dead friend on the back of a little black bat |
[01:24.40] | So you stand and you wait at the top of the bridge |
[01:27.34] | Only six fly out and return to where they hid |
[01:30.32] | So you wait and you wait and you never wanna leave |
[01:33.06] | 'Cause 1.5 million bats is what you need to see to grieve |
[01:35.62] | 1.5 million bats is what you think you need |
[01:38.76] | But 6 is enough to receive a little peace |
[01:41.50] | 'Cause every little bit counts |
[01:43.03] | Sometimes in death and disorder |
[01:44.47] | You look for shooting stars |
[01:46.04] | In the reflection of the water |
[01:47.19] | And you open the gifts that you didn't expect |
[01:50.08] | On the birthdays of the dead friends that are stuck in your head |
[01:52.76] | Like love, and hugs and songs and rage |
[01:55.64] | And the keys that you needed to unlock your heart's cage |
[01:58.29] | The ability to put the pen back to the page |
[02:01.18] | The heat beneath your feet to propel you on stage |
[02:03.85] | The beat that completes your shit these days |
[02:06.90] | Yeah the beat that completes your shit these days |
[02:10.20] | (The beat that completes your shit these days) |
[02:13.88] | Bats |
[02:20.49] | Bats |
[02:36.58] | The post cards coast from a reoccurring force field |
[02:40.99] | Pickling his demons with the prematurely door-nailed |
[02:43.70] | Never played Taps on a short scale |
[02:46.52] | Played dream wars with corbins chalkboard nails |
[02:49.39] | Sore thumb |
[02:50.54] | Ay yo played the corner of the salt lick |
[02:52.39] | Kayo said "are people you are meeting know what loss is?" |
[02:55.19] | Twenty in a one a patio with forceps |
[02:57.79] | Wig splits sorting would amount to little mortar heads |
[03:00.65] | Never gonna stop |
[03:02.14] | Tell me about your homey |
[03:03.77] | The quote that would open a can of bogeys |
[03:06.32] | In the form of stolen roman candle stories |
[03:08.18] | Wild youth clique |
[03:09.33] | From a tethered plus my alive friends are even deader |
[03:12.26] | There's a little folk singer who has run out of chords |
[03:14.64] | Like a big bad lion who has lost its roar |
[03:17.28] | Coming in like a lamb-chop |
[03:19.16] | At which the lion's shamed |
[03:20.50] | I got Gunther Gabel Williams |
[03:21.80] | Trynta tame my brain |
[03:23.18] | With a flick of the wrist and a crack of the whip |
[03:26.19] | I said if that's all you got |
[03:27.60] | You ain't got shit |
[03:28.81] | 'Cause for free birds like me |
[03:30.12] | The possibilities are endless |
[03:31.64] | Try to put me in a box |
[03:33.06] | I will be relentless |
[03:34.88] | In my pursuit of lots of different kinds of things |
[03:37.52] | You can clip my toe nails but |
[03:39.25] | You can't clip my wings |
[03:45.38] | Bats |
[03:57.27] | Bats |
[04:07.89] | I know about your brother |
[04:09.62] | I will bring him to the bridge |
[04:11.15] | If the colony is hiding we lift him on the six |
[04:13.95] | Knife in the road |
[04:15.37] | Scalp in his mitten |
[04:16.75] | Glass house decalicow and pissin' |
[04:19.62] | A proud Fugee and a foul cow limp cow system |
[04:22.48] | Triple crown clip never trickle down bread crumbs |
[04:25.24] | Group is over gallon |
[04:27.13] | Under the bowed head shrunk |
[04:28.41] | Better sip from the acrylic killer clown redrum-wretch |
[04:31.05] | If you ever woke up feeling future-proof |
[04:34.29] | Precious brothers in effect and rooting for the future you |
[04:36.74] | Speaking of the future us |
[04:38.17] | Twin city mourning |
[04:39.54] | Broke a wiper on a rental trynta grin away the gory |
[04:42.27] | Wait new game smuggle bats on a plane |
[04:44.95] | Wait newer game tug a whole bridge through his brain |
[04:47.96] | I will drag these bricks |
[04:49.50] | Over lake and law |
[04:50.58] | Shake 1.5 out over St. Paul |
[04:53.48] | Just knowing poetry and mathematics get involved |
[04:56.33] | Then he totaled and a quarter of 'em a draw |
[04:59.02] | Don't count shit |
[05:00.03] | First sign of leathery wings |
[05:01.98] | He throw them devil horns up yelling heavenly things |
[05:04.19] | See I started this life |
[05:06.02] | As a nappy but clean flapjack |
[05:07.69] | Slipping on the shiny white backs of the back pack |
[05:10.53] | A princess a jock a brain a freak |
[05:12.97] | Now I'm a ****ing rebel I'm a little of each |
[05:15.87] | And I'm not ashamed of all the different parts in me |
[05:18.90] | And I like cross-pollinating the communities |
[05:21.58] | Because divided we're cool |
[05:23.19] | But together we conquer |
[05:24.54] | Like monsters and roaches |
[05:26.20] | And humans and honkers |
[05:27.55] | And if you're close to my age, then you were raised down the street |
[05:30.14] | With a lick-em-mate Fun Dip in front of your TV |
[05:32.80] | And our generation's gotta do it differently |
[05:35.62] | 'Cause we got new ideas and new abilities |
[05:38.54] | Inside an old-fashioned funeral, ew - change the station |
[05:41.63] | I'd rather tune in for a life celebration |
[05:44.34] | Say good bye with dance parties and say good bye with shows |
[05:47.09] | 'Cause that somber-ass shit's not the way I wanna go |
[05:50.08] | Put your hands in the air |
[05:51.22] | Feel your dead friend's presence |
[05:52.66] | Wrap and unwrap pack no resentments |
[05:55.82] | With our hoods on our heads we are up on the bridge |
[05:58.48] | And we're summoning the bats so we can live |
[06:01.32] | With our hoods on our heads we are up on the bridge |
[06:04.18] | And we're summoning the bats so we can live |
[06:09.78] |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : The Uncluded |
[00:00.74] | My feet hang off of every bed I ever slept on |
[00:25.50] | Catch less Z' s more fbombs |
[00:28.07] | Invaders from the north brought a body in the trunk |
[00:31.10] | With four cold eyes ushering a Johnstown flood |
[00:33.85] | Too known too dumbstruck |
[00:35.30] | Plainclothes sputtering |
[00:37.17] | A strange home spinechilling cluster to un |
[00:40.15] | Sup sup all steady with little magic |
[00:42.38] | No checked bags show up with the most baggage |
[00:45.18] | Fresh hell dragging old hell up from holed rabbits |
[00:47.99] | From mangled emotion and gross patterns |
[00:50.42] | No carrots only rumors of a bridge that flickered with black scallops |
[00:53.41] | And float pine out the bathtub of crass maggots Bats |
[00:56.57] | 1 point in' 5 schmillion |
[00:59.28] | A number undermining how they duck and dive different |
[01:01.99] | And I was waiting for an hour and I merely saw six |
[01:04.37] | Some thought it was a bust, I thought it was the shit |
[01:07.96] | I watched the videos and hung out with his friends and hugged his mama |
[01:10.13] | And it' s clear to me this kid' s the Minnesota Dali Lama |
[01:13.24] | And the lama twist his tongue |
[01:14.98] | To create a perfect rhyme |
[01:16.11] | With every style preconceived to spit that shit out at your mind |
[01:18.79] | And your mind' s rind peels back revealing |
[01:21.66] | Every dead friend on the back of a little black bat |
[01:24.40] | So you stand and you wait at the top of the bridge |
[01:27.34] | Only six fly out and return to where they hid |
[01:30.32] | So you wait and you wait and you never wanna leave |
[01:33.06] | ' Cause 1. 5 million bats is what you need to see to grieve |
[01:35.62] | 1. 5 million bats is what you think you need |
[01:38.76] | But 6 is enough to receive a little peace |
[01:41.50] | ' Cause every little bit counts |
[01:43.03] | Sometimes in death and disorder |
[01:44.47] | You look for shooting stars |
[01:46.04] | In the reflection of the water |
[01:47.19] | And you open the gifts that you didn' t expect |
[01:50.08] | On the birthdays of the dead friends that are stuck in your head |
[01:52.76] | Like love, and hugs and songs and rage |
[01:55.64] | And the keys that you needed to unlock your heart' s cage |
[01:58.29] | The ability to put the pen back to the page |
[02:01.18] | The heat beneath your feet to propel you on stage |
[02:03.85] | The beat that completes your shit these days |
[02:06.90] | Yeah the beat that completes your shit these days |
[02:10.20] | The beat that completes your shit these days |
[02:13.88] | Bats |
[02:20.49] | Bats |
[02:36.58] | The post cards coast from a reoccurring force field |
[02:40.99] | Pickling his demons with the prematurely doornailed |
[02:43.70] | Never played Taps on a short scale |
[02:46.52] | Played dream wars with corbins chalkboard nails |
[02:49.39] | Sore thumb |
[02:50.54] | Ay yo played the corner of the salt lick |
[02:52.39] | Kayo said " are people you are meeting know what loss is?" |
[02:55.19] | Twenty in a one a patio with forceps |
[02:57.79] | Wig splits sorting would amount to little mortar heads |
[03:00.65] | Never gonna stop |
[03:02.14] | Tell me about your homey |
[03:03.77] | The quote that would open a can of bogeys |
[03:06.32] | In the form of stolen roman candle stories |
[03:08.18] | Wild youth clique |
[03:09.33] | From a tethered plus my alive friends are even deader |
[03:12.26] | There' s a little folk singer who has run out of chords |
[03:14.64] | Like a big bad lion who has lost its roar |
[03:17.28] | Coming in like a lambchop |
[03:19.16] | At which the lion' s shamed |
[03:20.50] | I got Gunther Gabel Williams |
[03:21.80] | Trynta tame my brain |
[03:23.18] | With a flick of the wrist and a crack of the whip |
[03:26.19] | I said if that' s all you got |
[03:27.60] | You ain' t got shit |
[03:28.81] | ' Cause for free birds like me |
[03:30.12] | The possibilities are endless |
[03:31.64] | Try to put me in a box |
[03:33.06] | I will be relentless |
[03:34.88] | In my pursuit of lots of different kinds of things |
[03:37.52] | You can clip my toe nails but |
[03:39.25] | You can' t clip my wings |
[03:45.38] | Bats |
[03:57.27] | Bats |
[04:07.89] | I know about your brother |
[04:09.62] | I will bring him to the bridge |
[04:11.15] | If the colony is hiding we lift him on the six |
[04:13.95] | Knife in the road |
[04:15.37] | Scalp in his mitten |
[04:16.75] | Glass house decalicow and pissin' |
[04:19.62] | A proud Fugee and a foul cow limp cow system |
[04:22.48] | Triple crown clip never trickle down bread crumbs |
[04:25.24] | Group is over gallon |
[04:27.13] | Under the bowed head shrunk |
[04:28.41] | Better sip from the acrylic killer clown redrumwretch |
[04:31.05] | If you ever woke up feeling futureproof |
[04:34.29] | Precious brothers in effect and rooting for the future you |
[04:36.74] | Speaking of the future us |
[04:38.17] | Twin city mourning |
[04:39.54] | Broke a wiper on a rental trynta grin away the gory |
[04:42.27] | Wait new game smuggle bats on a plane |
[04:44.95] | Wait newer game tug a whole bridge through his brain |
[04:47.96] | I will drag these bricks |
[04:49.50] | Over lake and law |
[04:50.58] | Shake 1. 5 out over St. Paul |
[04:53.48] | Just knowing poetry and mathematics get involved |
[04:56.33] | Then he totaled and a quarter of ' em a draw |
[04:59.02] | Don' t count shit |
[05:00.03] | First sign of leathery wings |
[05:01.98] | He throw them devil horns up yelling heavenly things |
[05:04.19] | See I started this life |
[05:06.02] | As a nappy but clean flapjack |
[05:07.69] | Slipping on the shiny white backs of the back pack |
[05:10.53] | A princess a jock a brain a freak |
[05:12.97] | Now I' m a ing rebel I' m a little of each |
[05:15.87] | And I' m not ashamed of all the different parts in me |
[05:18.90] | And I like crosspollinating the communities |
[05:21.58] | Because divided we' re cool |
[05:23.19] | But together we conquer |
[05:24.54] | Like monsters and roaches |
[05:26.20] | And humans and honkers |
[05:27.55] | And if you' re close to my age, then you were raised down the street |
[05:30.14] | With a lickemmate Fun Dip in front of your TV |
[05:32.80] | And our generation' s gotta do it differently |
[05:35.62] | ' Cause we got new ideas and new abilities |
[05:38.54] | Inside an oldfashioned funeral, ew change the station |
[05:41.63] | I' d rather tune in for a life celebration |
[05:44.34] | Say good bye with dance parties and say good bye with shows |
[05:47.09] | ' Cause that somberass shit' s not the way I wanna go |
[05:50.08] | Put your hands in the air |
[05:51.22] | Feel your dead friend' s presence |
[05:52.66] | Wrap and unwrap pack no resentments |
[05:55.82] | With our hoods on our heads we are up on the bridge |
[05:58.48] | And we' re summoning the bats so we can live |
[06:01.32] | With our hoods on our heads we are up on the bridge |
[06:04.18] | And we' re summoning the bats so we can live |
[06:09.78] |