Boomerang Lyrics
| Song | Boomerang |
| Artist | The Uncluded |
| Album | Hokey Fright 2LP |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : The Uncluded |
| [00:23.798] | I spun and I stood, and I look back at the good |
| [00:26.755] | And I remembered seeing ghosts, and I remembered being tiny |
| [00:29.498] | I remembered always hiding with only flashlights lighting |
| [00:32.496] | Had to pee when you found the best spot, bad timing |
| [00:35.499] | Climbing a dogwood, barking, in bloom |
| [00:38.245] | Sting singing on the ceiling of a blue bedroom |
| [00:41.491] | Like a Harlem-line summertime hootenanny barbecue: |
| [00:44.759] | Screaming "I'm fine!", but I think they all knew |
| [00:47.503] | Cause you can't hide your childhood flying dreams |
| [00:50.266] | Through your fishbowl-wall transparencies |
| [00:53.497] | And the clock tick-tocked, it was time to leave |
| [00:56.699] | I walked away from everyone and everything |
| [00:58.952] | And I thought when I left, that I couldn't come back |
| [01:02.450] | With that old household never home again |
| [01:05.446] | And then, when I ran toward the one-man-band |
| [01:08.455] | I began abandoning all my friends |
| [01:12.397] | All dressed up, like a spider in a cup |
| [01:15.153] | Entirely divided from his hub |
| [01:17.895] | Addressing injuries commissioned by the Suffolk county brier |
| [01:20.645] | When building coverage out of rubber tires |
| [01:23.153] | Or guns out of thumbs... |
| [01:24.411] | Negotiated inter-stellar peace talks |
| [01:26.911] | Mothership transmitting intel on the meatloaf |
| [01:29.663] | Ummm... it's getting cold, sugar water getting warm |
| [01:32.413] | Cruising to a future summer, suiting up for civil war |
| [01:35.902] | How? All dressed up like a spider in a cup |
| [01:39.398] | Hiding tiny butterflies inside his gut |
| [01:41.909] | Having settled down, several thousand miles from his blood |
| [01:44.394] | To climb and tirelessly high-dive into a sponge |
| [01:47.647] | Space invaders through a paper Rita Hayworth |
| [01:50.663] | Trying to tunnel 'till he ankle deep in pay-dirt |
| [01:53.164] | Or halo deep in water... |
| [01:54.893] | Glub glub... wondering if running |
| [01:57.145] | Is considered by the people to be cowardly or cunning |
| [01:59.843] | Boomer-oomerang, boomer-oomer-oomerang |
| [02:03.101] | Boomer-oomerang, boomer-oomer-oomerang |
| [02:05.854] | Boomer-oomerang, boomer-oomer-oomerang |
| [02:09.095] | Boomer-oomerang, boomer-oomer-oomerang |
| [02:12.087] | I went east with a hole to fill in my chest |
| [02:14.585] | I went west with it filled, off to build a nest |
| [02:17.337] | I'm impressed, I'm depressed, I'm the best, I'm a mess |
| [02:20.595] | With a pretty little baby girl upon my breast |
| [02:23.342] | And next: progress, twist, turn, digress |
| [02:26.347] | Busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, never rest |
| [02:29.341] | I missed the rest as you might suspect |
| [02:32.339] | And I tried to fly, but my wings are wet |
| [02:35.344] | A kid in the woods, ducked down in the shrubs |
| [02:38.594] | Out of hiding just in time to greet the sun |
| [02:41.348] | So here I stand with my hand out cast aflame |
| [02:44.851] | I'm sorry that sometimes I'm so lame |
| [02:47.344] | I'm sorry that sometimes I'm a deadbeat friend |
| [02:50.838] | The worry makes me scurry into my own head |
| [02:53.596] | With my eyes on the rise, feet where it sets |
| [02:56.850] | Sentimental obstacles; of course it's me, not them |
| [03:01.342] | All dressed up, like a spider in a cup |
| [03:03.104] | I'm four bald tires in the mud |
| [03:05.600] | When it's diner food or bust |
| [03:07.348] | Spiralling a sign of what's to come |
| [03:09.338] | While pretending I am fine with what I've done |
| [03:11.837] | I'm not, but homies that appreciate the crisis |
| [03:14.596] | And treat 'em like they seen 'em with a second set of eyelids |
| [03:17.842] | Ok, that wasn't fair, admittedly I wasn't there |
| [03:21.100] | Long before I volunteered as unabashed, unaware |
| [03:24.093] | How? All dressed up, like a spider in a cup |
| [03:27.847] | Who never knew a silence so abrupt |
| [03:29.851] | When the mileage in the middle, turn a siren to a hush |
| [03:32.595] | First you hate it, then you love it, then you try it as a crutch |
| [03:35.585] | Long Island was the hatchery, NYC the wetstone |
| [03:38.845] | Sharpening the carving knives, foraging for breadcrumbs |
| [03:41.599] | I headed west, planned to boomerang back |
| [03:44.607] | Sidetracked by a trans-continental cage match |
| [03:48.087] | Boomer-oomerang, boomer-oomer-oomerang |
| [03:51.343] | Boomer-oomerang, boomer-oomer-oomerang |
| [03:54.095] | Boomer-oomerang, boomer-oomer-oomerang |
| [03:57.599] | Boomer-oomerang, boomer-oomer-oomerang |
| [04:00.347] | Boomer-oomer-oomerang |
| [04:04.098] | Boomer-oomer-oomerang |
| [04:06.588] | Boomer-oomer-oomerang |
| [04:10.094] | Boomer-oomer-oomerang |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : The Uncluded |
| [00:23.798] | I spun and I stood, and I look back at the good |
| [00:26.755] | And I remembered seeing ghosts, and I remembered being tiny |
| [00:29.498] | I remembered always hiding with only flashlights lighting |
| [00:32.496] | Had to pee when you found the best spot, bad timing |
| [00:35.499] | Climbing a dogwood, barking, in bloom |
| [00:38.245] | Sting singing on the ceiling of a blue bedroom |
| [00:41.491] | Like a Harlemline summertime hootenanny barbecue: |
| [00:44.759] | Screaming " I' m fine!", but I think they all knew |
| [00:47.503] | Cause you can' t hide your childhood flying dreams |
| [00:50.266] | Through your fishbowlwall transparencies |
| [00:53.497] | And the clock ticktocked, it was time to leave |
| [00:56.699] | I walked away from everyone and everything |
| [00:58.952] | And I thought when I left, that I couldn' t come back |
| [01:02.450] | With that old household never home again |
| [01:05.446] | And then, when I ran toward the onemanband |
| [01:08.455] | I began abandoning all my friends |
| [01:12.397] | All dressed up, like a spider in a cup |
| [01:15.153] | Entirely divided from his hub |
| [01:17.895] | Addressing injuries commissioned by the Suffolk county brier |
| [01:20.645] | When building coverage out of rubber tires |
| [01:23.153] | Or guns out of thumbs... |
| [01:24.411] | Negotiated interstellar peace talks |
| [01:26.911] | Mothership transmitting intel on the meatloaf |
| [01:29.663] | Ummm... it' s getting cold, sugar water getting warm |
| [01:32.413] | Cruising to a future summer, suiting up for civil war |
| [01:35.902] | How? All dressed up like a spider in a cup |
| [01:39.398] | Hiding tiny butterflies inside his gut |
| [01:41.909] | Having settled down, several thousand miles from his blood |
| [01:44.394] | To climb and tirelessly highdive into a sponge |
| [01:47.647] | Space invaders through a paper Rita Hayworth |
| [01:50.663] | Trying to tunnel ' till he ankle deep in paydirt |
| [01:53.164] | Or halo deep in water... |
| [01:54.893] | Glub glub... wondering if running |
| [01:57.145] | Is considered by the people to be cowardly or cunning |
| [01:59.843] | Boomeroomerang, boomeroomeroomerang |
| [02:03.101] | Boomeroomerang, boomeroomeroomerang |
| [02:05.854] | Boomeroomerang, boomeroomeroomerang |
| [02:09.095] | Boomeroomerang, boomeroomeroomerang |
| [02:12.087] | I went east with a hole to fill in my chest |
| [02:14.585] | I went west with it filled, off to build a nest |
| [02:17.337] | I' m impressed, I' m depressed, I' m the best, I' m a mess |
| [02:20.595] | With a pretty little baby girl upon my breast |
| [02:23.342] | And next: progress, twist, turn, digress |
| [02:26.347] | Busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, never rest |
| [02:29.341] | I missed the rest as you might suspect |
| [02:32.339] | And I tried to fly, but my wings are wet |
| [02:35.344] | A kid in the woods, ducked down in the shrubs |
| [02:38.594] | Out of hiding just in time to greet the sun |
| [02:41.348] | So here I stand with my hand out cast aflame |
| [02:44.851] | I' m sorry that sometimes I' m so lame |
| [02:47.344] | I' m sorry that sometimes I' m a deadbeat friend |
| [02:50.838] | The worry makes me scurry into my own head |
| [02:53.596] | With my eyes on the rise, feet where it sets |
| [02:56.850] | Sentimental obstacles of course it' s me, not them |
| [03:01.342] | All dressed up, like a spider in a cup |
| [03:03.104] | I' m four bald tires in the mud |
| [03:05.600] | When it' s diner food or bust |
| [03:07.348] | Spiralling a sign of what' s to come |
| [03:09.338] | While pretending I am fine with what I' ve done |
| [03:11.837] | I' m not, but homies that appreciate the crisis |
| [03:14.596] | And treat ' em like they seen ' em with a second set of eyelids |
| [03:17.842] | Ok, that wasn' t fair, admittedly I wasn' t there |
| [03:21.100] | Long before I volunteered as unabashed, unaware |
| [03:24.093] | How? All dressed up, like a spider in a cup |
| [03:27.847] | Who never knew a silence so abrupt |
| [03:29.851] | When the mileage in the middle, turn a siren to a hush |
| [03:32.595] | First you hate it, then you love it, then you try it as a crutch |
| [03:35.585] | Long Island was the hatchery, NYC the wetstone |
| [03:38.845] | Sharpening the carving knives, foraging for breadcrumbs |
| [03:41.599] | I headed west, planned to boomerang back |
| [03:44.607] | Sidetracked by a transcontinental cage match |
| [03:48.087] | Boomeroomerang, boomeroomeroomerang |
| [03:51.343] | Boomeroomerang, boomeroomeroomerang |
| [03:54.095] | Boomeroomerang, boomeroomeroomerang |
| [03:57.599] | Boomeroomerang, boomeroomeroomerang |
| [04:00.347] | Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [04:04.098] | Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [04:06.588] | Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [04:10.094] | Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : The Uncluded |
| [00:23.798] | I spun and I stood, and I look back at the good |
| [00:26.755] | And I remembered seeing ghosts, and I remembered being tiny |
| [00:29.498] | I remembered always hiding with only flashlights lighting |
| [00:32.496] | Had to pee when you found the best spot, bad timing |
| [00:35.499] | Climbing a dogwood, barking, in bloom |
| [00:38.245] | Sting singing on the ceiling of a blue bedroom |
| [00:41.491] | Like a Harlemline summertime hootenanny barbecue: |
| [00:44.759] | Screaming " I' m fine!", but I think they all knew |
| [00:47.503] | Cause you can' t hide your childhood flying dreams |
| [00:50.266] | Through your fishbowlwall transparencies |
| [00:53.497] | And the clock ticktocked, it was time to leave |
| [00:56.699] | I walked away from everyone and everything |
| [00:58.952] | And I thought when I left, that I couldn' t come back |
| [01:02.450] | With that old household never home again |
| [01:05.446] | And then, when I ran toward the onemanband |
| [01:08.455] | I began abandoning all my friends |
| [01:12.397] | All dressed up, like a spider in a cup |
| [01:15.153] | Entirely divided from his hub |
| [01:17.895] | Addressing injuries commissioned by the Suffolk county brier |
| [01:20.645] | When building coverage out of rubber tires |
| [01:23.153] | Or guns out of thumbs... |
| [01:24.411] | Negotiated interstellar peace talks |
| [01:26.911] | Mothership transmitting intel on the meatloaf |
| [01:29.663] | Ummm... it' s getting cold, sugar water getting warm |
| [01:32.413] | Cruising to a future summer, suiting up for civil war |
| [01:35.902] | How? All dressed up like a spider in a cup |
| [01:39.398] | Hiding tiny butterflies inside his gut |
| [01:41.909] | Having settled down, several thousand miles from his blood |
| [01:44.394] | To climb and tirelessly highdive into a sponge |
| [01:47.647] | Space invaders through a paper Rita Hayworth |
| [01:50.663] | Trying to tunnel ' till he ankle deep in paydirt |
| [01:53.164] | Or halo deep in water... |
| [01:54.893] | Glub glub... wondering if running |
| [01:57.145] | Is considered by the people to be cowardly or cunning |
| [01:59.843] | Boomeroomerang, boomeroomeroomerang |
| [02:03.101] | Boomeroomerang, boomeroomeroomerang |
| [02:05.854] | Boomeroomerang, boomeroomeroomerang |
| [02:09.095] | Boomeroomerang, boomeroomeroomerang |
| [02:12.087] | I went east with a hole to fill in my chest |
| [02:14.585] | I went west with it filled, off to build a nest |
| [02:17.337] | I' m impressed, I' m depressed, I' m the best, I' m a mess |
| [02:20.595] | With a pretty little baby girl upon my breast |
| [02:23.342] | And next: progress, twist, turn, digress |
| [02:26.347] | Busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, never rest |
| [02:29.341] | I missed the rest as you might suspect |
| [02:32.339] | And I tried to fly, but my wings are wet |
| [02:35.344] | A kid in the woods, ducked down in the shrubs |
| [02:38.594] | Out of hiding just in time to greet the sun |
| [02:41.348] | So here I stand with my hand out cast aflame |
| [02:44.851] | I' m sorry that sometimes I' m so lame |
| [02:47.344] | I' m sorry that sometimes I' m a deadbeat friend |
| [02:50.838] | The worry makes me scurry into my own head |
| [02:53.596] | With my eyes on the rise, feet where it sets |
| [02:56.850] | Sentimental obstacles of course it' s me, not them |
| [03:01.342] | All dressed up, like a spider in a cup |
| [03:03.104] | I' m four bald tires in the mud |
| [03:05.600] | When it' s diner food or bust |
| [03:07.348] | Spiralling a sign of what' s to come |
| [03:09.338] | While pretending I am fine with what I' ve done |
| [03:11.837] | I' m not, but homies that appreciate the crisis |
| [03:14.596] | And treat ' em like they seen ' em with a second set of eyelids |
| [03:17.842] | Ok, that wasn' t fair, admittedly I wasn' t there |
| [03:21.100] | Long before I volunteered as unabashed, unaware |
| [03:24.093] | How? All dressed up, like a spider in a cup |
| [03:27.847] | Who never knew a silence so abrupt |
| [03:29.851] | When the mileage in the middle, turn a siren to a hush |
| [03:32.595] | First you hate it, then you love it, then you try it as a crutch |
| [03:35.585] | Long Island was the hatchery, NYC the wetstone |
| [03:38.845] | Sharpening the carving knives, foraging for breadcrumbs |
| [03:41.599] | I headed west, planned to boomerang back |
| [03:44.607] | Sidetracked by a transcontinental cage match |
| [03:48.087] | Boomeroomerang, boomeroomeroomerang |
| [03:51.343] | Boomeroomerang, boomeroomeroomerang |
| [03:54.095] | Boomeroomerang, boomeroomeroomerang |
| [03:57.599] | Boomeroomerang, boomeroomeroomerang |
| [04:00.347] | Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [04:04.098] | Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [04:06.588] | Boomeroomeroomerang |
| [04:10.094] | Boomeroomeroomerang |
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