Song | Insignificance |
Artist | Pearl Jam |
Album | June 20 2008 Camden, NJ |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Vedder | |
Vedder | |
All in all it's no one's fault. Excuses turn to carbon walls. | |
Blame it all on chemical intercourse. | |
The swallowed seeds of arrogance breeding in the thoughts of | |
ten-thousand fools that fight irrelevance. | |
The full moon is dead skin. The one down here's wearing thin. | |
So set up the ten pins as the human tide rolls in. | |
Like a ball that's spinning. | |
Bombs dropping down overhead. On the ground. | |
It's instilled to want to live. | |
Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our | |
insignificance. | |
'Turn the jukebox up,' he said. Dancing in irreverence. | |
Play C-3. Let the song protest. | |
The plates began to shift. Perfect lefts come rolling in. | |
I was alone and far away, hey. When I heard the band start playing. | |
On the lip they take off. | |
Bombs dropping down overhead. Underground. | |
It's instilled to want to live. | |
Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our | |
insignificance. | |
Feel like resonance of distance. In the blood the iron lies. | |
It's instilled to want to live. | |
Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our | |
insignificance. | |
Oh, in our insignificance, oh. |
zuo ci : Vedder | |
Vedder | |
All in all it' s no one' s fault. Excuses turn to carbon walls. | |
Blame it all on chemical intercourse. | |
The swallowed seeds of arrogance breeding in the thoughts of | |
tenthousand fools that fight irrelevance. | |
The full moon is dead skin. The one down here' s wearing thin. | |
So set up the ten pins as the human tide rolls in. | |
Like a ball that' s spinning. | |
Bombs dropping down overhead. On the ground. | |
It' s instilled to want to live. | |
Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our | |
insignificance. | |
' Turn the jukebox up,' he said. Dancing in irreverence. | |
Play C3. Let the song protest. | |
The plates began to shift. Perfect lefts come rolling in. | |
I was alone and far away, hey. When I heard the band start playing. | |
On the lip they take off. | |
Bombs dropping down overhead. Underground. | |
It' s instilled to want to live. | |
Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our | |
insignificance. | |
Feel like resonance of distance. In the blood the iron lies. | |
It' s instilled to want to live. | |
Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our | |
insignificance. | |
Oh, in our insignificance, oh. |
zuò cí : Vedder | |
Vedder | |
All in all it' s no one' s fault. Excuses turn to carbon walls. | |
Blame it all on chemical intercourse. | |
The swallowed seeds of arrogance breeding in the thoughts of | |
tenthousand fools that fight irrelevance. | |
The full moon is dead skin. The one down here' s wearing thin. | |
So set up the ten pins as the human tide rolls in. | |
Like a ball that' s spinning. | |
Bombs dropping down overhead. On the ground. | |
It' s instilled to want to live. | |
Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our | |
insignificance. | |
' Turn the jukebox up,' he said. Dancing in irreverence. | |
Play C3. Let the song protest. | |
The plates began to shift. Perfect lefts come rolling in. | |
I was alone and far away, hey. When I heard the band start playing. | |
On the lip they take off. | |
Bombs dropping down overhead. Underground. | |
It' s instilled to want to live. | |
Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our | |
insignificance. | |
Feel like resonance of distance. In the blood the iron lies. | |
It' s instilled to want to live. | |
Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our | |
insignificance. | |
Oh, in our insignificance, oh. |