Song | Transatlantic Near Death Experience |
Artist | John Squire |
Album | Time Changes Everything |
作曲 : Squire | |
When dark forms are stirring | |
In the sediments in your brain | |
And your wild days are long gone | |
Never to return again | |
When your ghosts are all in training | |
For the forthcoming showdown with you | |
When you're alone in the dark | |
When you have to | |
When you're blue | |
When she looks straight through you | |
With those steely grey eyes | |
With her black hood and scythe | |
And her mouth so wide | |
Excuse my ignorance | |
Is this another transatlantic near death experience? | |
Caroline says for what it's worth | |
This won't hurt | |
I can guarantee | |
A brand new experience | |
Life here don't make no sense | |
We got a date with gravity | |
So if you feel a beautiful shadow cross your skin | |
And you can taste the words on the tip of her tongue | |
Ask her 'is your surname Kevorkian by any chance' | |
Say hello to your pop | |
And while you're up ask the captain | |
To either turn it round or stop | |
Caroline says for what it's worth | |
This won't hurt | |
Come hear the angels sing | |
Screw the government | |
Every last one of them's bent | |
And the cops kiss my shiney ring | |
Yeah, that's what I sing | |
So if you see her sometime | |
Ask her to recall | |
The eye of the hurricane | |
Try and make some sense of it all | |
Our night of obituaries | |
Chewing our nails | |
Even the past was tense | |
On another transatlantic near death experience | |
Caroline says for what it's worth | |
This won't hurt | |
Your future's bright | |
Flaming orange | |
To be precise | |
Just another one of those days | |
When nothing don't ever seem to go right | |
#Spoken | |
Your pants are too tight | |
And your shoes pinch | |
And everyone looks at you | |
In a funny kind of way | |
You know the kind of day | |
And some poor sod just died | |
In a distant land | |
Shifting sand | |
That's life | |
That's death | |
Well, at least it wasn't me | |
I can be thankful for small mercies | |
Before we scurry away in our | |
Shiny black little hearses # | |
#Howls and other sound effects (kisses and whistles) # |
zuò qǔ : Squire | |
When dark forms are stirring | |
In the sediments in your brain | |
And your wild days are long gone | |
Never to return again | |
When your ghosts are all in training | |
For the forthcoming showdown with you | |
When you' re alone in the dark | |
When you have to | |
When you' re blue | |
When she looks straight through you | |
With those steely grey eyes | |
With her black hood and scythe | |
And her mouth so wide | |
Excuse my ignorance | |
Is this another transatlantic near death experience? | |
Caroline says for what it' s worth | |
This won' t hurt | |
I can guarantee | |
A brand new experience | |
Life here don' t make no sense | |
We got a date with gravity | |
So if you feel a beautiful shadow cross your skin | |
And you can taste the words on the tip of her tongue | |
Ask her ' is your surname Kevorkian by any chance' | |
Say hello to your pop | |
And while you' re up ask the captain | |
To either turn it round or stop | |
Caroline says for what it' s worth | |
This won' t hurt | |
Come hear the angels sing | |
Screw the government | |
Every last one of them' s bent | |
And the cops kiss my shiney ring | |
Yeah, that' s what I sing | |
So if you see her sometime | |
Ask her to recall | |
The eye of the hurricane | |
Try and make some sense of it all | |
Our night of obituaries | |
Chewing our nails | |
Even the past was tense | |
On another transatlantic near death experience | |
Caroline says for what it' s worth | |
This won' t hurt | |
Your future' s bright | |
Flaming orange | |
To be precise | |
Just another one of those days | |
When nothing don' t ever seem to go right | |
Spoken | |
Your pants are too tight | |
And your shoes pinch | |
And everyone looks at you | |
In a funny kind of way | |
You know the kind of day | |
And some poor sod just died | |
In a distant land | |
Shifting sand | |
That' s life | |
That' s death | |
Well, at least it wasn' t me | |
I can be thankful for small mercies | |
Before we scurry away in our | |
Shiny black little hearses | |
Howls and other sound effects kisses and whistles |