| Song | Frownland |
| Artist | Captain Beefheart |
| Album | Trout Mask Replica |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : VanVliet | |
| My smile is stuck | |
| I cannot go back t' yer frownland | |
| My spirit's made up of the ocean | |
| And the sky 'n the sun 'n the moon' | |
| N all my eye can see | |
| I cannot go back to yer land of gloom | |
| Where black jagged shadows | |
| Remind me of the comin' of yer doom | |
| I want my own land | |
| Take my hand 'n come with me | |
| It's not too late for you | |
| It is not too late for me | |
| To find my homeland | |
| Where man can stand by another man | |
| Without an ego flyin' | |
| With no man lyin'' | |
| N no one dyin' by an earthly hand | |
| Let the devils burn 'n the beggar learn' | |
| N the little girls that live in those old worlds | |
| Take my kind hand | |
| My smile is stuck | |
| I cannot go back t' yer frownland | |
| I cannot go back t' yer frownland |
| zuo ci : VanVliet | |
| My smile is stuck | |
| I cannot go back t' yer frownland | |
| My spirit' s made up of the ocean | |
| And the sky ' n the sun ' n the moon' | |
| N all my eye can see | |
| I cannot go back to yer land of gloom | |
| Where black jagged shadows | |
| Remind me of the comin' of yer doom | |
| I want my own land | |
| Take my hand ' n come with me | |
| It' s not too late for you | |
| It is not too late for me | |
| To find my homeland | |
| Where man can stand by another man | |
| Without an ego flyin' | |
| With no man lyin'' | |
| N no one dyin' by an earthly hand | |
| Let the devils burn ' n the beggar learn' | |
| N the little girls that live in those old worlds | |
| Take my kind hand | |
| My smile is stuck | |
| I cannot go back t' yer frownland | |
| I cannot go back t' yer frownland |
| zuò cí : VanVliet | |
| My smile is stuck | |
| I cannot go back t' yer frownland | |
| My spirit' s made up of the ocean | |
| And the sky ' n the sun ' n the moon' | |
| N all my eye can see | |
| I cannot go back to yer land of gloom | |
| Where black jagged shadows | |
| Remind me of the comin' of yer doom | |
| I want my own land | |
| Take my hand ' n come with me | |
| It' s not too late for you | |
| It is not too late for me | |
| To find my homeland | |
| Where man can stand by another man | |
| Without an ego flyin' | |
| With no man lyin'' | |
| N no one dyin' by an earthly hand | |
| Let the devils burn ' n the beggar learn' | |
| N the little girls that live in those old worlds | |
| Take my kind hand | |
| My smile is stuck | |
| I cannot go back t' yer frownland | |
| I cannot go back t' yer frownland |