Song | Master Fade |
Artist | Andrew Bird |
Album | Andrew Bird & the Mysterious Production of Eggs |
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作曲 : Andrew Bird | |
Well you sure didn't look like you were having any fun | |
With that heavy-metal gaze they'll have to measure in tons | |
And when you look up at the sky | |
All you see are zeros | |
And all you see are zeros and ones | |
You took my hand and led me down to watch the kewpie doll parade | |
We let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade | |
It's not that I just didn't care I must admit I was afraid | |
And I'm awfully glad my finger's resting gently on the masterfade | |
The masterfade | |
I coulda played along | |
The masterfade | |
I coulda played Mah Jongg | |
But it just takes too long | |
And I just can't remember which way the east wind blows | |
Does it matter if we're all matter | |
What's the matter | |
Does it matter if we're all matter when we're done | |
When the sky is full of zeros and ones | |
I saw you standing all alone in the electrostatic rain | |
I thought at last I'd found a situation you can't explain | |
With GPS you know it's all just a matter of degrees | |
Your happiness won't find you underneath that canopy of trees | |
If the green grass is 6 and the soybeans are 7 | |
The junebugs are 8 the weeds and thistles are 11 | |
And if the 1s just hold their place the 0s make a smiley face | |
When they come floating down from the heavens | |
You took my hand and led me down to watch a papillon parade | |
And we let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade | |
You squeezed my hand and told me softly that I shouldn't be afraid | |
'cause all the while your finger's resting gently on the masterfade | |
The masterfade | |
I coulda played along | |
The masterfade | |
I coulda played Mah Jongg | |
But it just takes too long | |
And who the hell can remember which way the east wind blows | |
When you're lying on the ground staring up at that inverted compass | |
I mean Christ, who knows |
zuo qu : Andrew Bird | |
Well you sure didn' t look like you were having any fun | |
With that heavymetal gaze they' ll have to measure in tons | |
And when you look up at the sky | |
All you see are zeros | |
And all you see are zeros and ones | |
You took my hand and led me down to watch the kewpie doll parade | |
We let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade | |
It' s not that I just didn' t care I must admit I was afraid | |
And I' m awfully glad my finger' s resting gently on the masterfade | |
The masterfade | |
I coulda played along | |
The masterfade | |
I coulda played Mah Jongg | |
But it just takes too long | |
And I just can' t remember which way the east wind blows | |
Does it matter if we' re all matter | |
What' s the matter | |
Does it matter if we' re all matter when we' re done | |
When the sky is full of zeros and ones | |
I saw you standing all alone in the electrostatic rain | |
I thought at last I' d found a situation you can' t explain | |
With GPS you know it' s all just a matter of degrees | |
Your happiness won' t find you underneath that canopy of trees | |
If the green grass is 6 and the soybeans are 7 | |
The junebugs are 8 the weeds and thistles are 11 | |
And if the 1s just hold their place the 0s make a smiley face | |
When they come floating down from the heavens | |
You took my hand and led me down to watch a papillon parade | |
And we let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade | |
You squeezed my hand and told me softly that I shouldn' t be afraid | |
' cause all the while your finger' s resting gently on the masterfade | |
The masterfade | |
I coulda played along | |
The masterfade | |
I coulda played Mah Jongg | |
But it just takes too long | |
And who the hell can remember which way the east wind blows | |
When you' re lying on the ground staring up at that inverted compass | |
I mean Christ, who knows |
zuò qǔ : Andrew Bird | |
Well you sure didn' t look like you were having any fun | |
With that heavymetal gaze they' ll have to measure in tons | |
And when you look up at the sky | |
All you see are zeros | |
And all you see are zeros and ones | |
You took my hand and led me down to watch the kewpie doll parade | |
We let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade | |
It' s not that I just didn' t care I must admit I was afraid | |
And I' m awfully glad my finger' s resting gently on the masterfade | |
The masterfade | |
I coulda played along | |
The masterfade | |
I coulda played Mah Jongg | |
But it just takes too long | |
And I just can' t remember which way the east wind blows | |
Does it matter if we' re all matter | |
What' s the matter | |
Does it matter if we' re all matter when we' re done | |
When the sky is full of zeros and ones | |
I saw you standing all alone in the electrostatic rain | |
I thought at last I' d found a situation you can' t explain | |
With GPS you know it' s all just a matter of degrees | |
Your happiness won' t find you underneath that canopy of trees | |
If the green grass is 6 and the soybeans are 7 | |
The junebugs are 8 the weeds and thistles are 11 | |
And if the 1s just hold their place the 0s make a smiley face | |
When they come floating down from the heavens | |
You took my hand and led me down to watch a papillon parade | |
And we let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade | |
You squeezed my hand and told me softly that I shouldn' t be afraid | |
' cause all the while your finger' s resting gently on the masterfade | |
The masterfade | |
I coulda played along | |
The masterfade | |
I coulda played Mah Jongg | |
But it just takes too long | |
And who the hell can remember which way the east wind blows | |
When you' re lying on the ground staring up at that inverted compass | |
I mean Christ, who knows |