A Perfect Circle Lyrics
| Song | A Perfect Circle |
| Artist | Louis Logic |
| Album | Misery Loves Comedy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dorley | |
| 作词 : HOWERDEL, BILLY/KEENAN, MAYNARD JAMES | |
| I'm a single white male 32 years old and I've never been too great with the women | |
| Well if the truth's being told I'm not much good with people, I've been alone in all the places I lived in | |
| But fate had forgiven my shortcomings | |
| and brought something forth from inside me that guides me when a call comes in | |
| It's as if I'm blessed with a gift | |
| to talk someone into a spell unknown | |
| when I'm lecturin' with the telephone | |
| The forced run ins face to face are hella hard | |
| I'm afraid to date, but somehow make a great telemarketer | |
| 'Cause I can sell Antarctica ice in wintertime | |
| 29 inches that won't melt and mark up the price | |
| Might be the fact I'm alone | |
| but most of the human contact I've known | |
| I've always had through the phone | |
| So when I get back to the home where I live now | |
| I sit down and dial my own map to see who answers the | |
| *phone ringing* | |
| Half the old ones I get the message - | |
| The number you have reached has been disconnected | |
| With 10 digits entered from another past number | |
| The ringing interrupts a man's slumber | |
| Hello? | |
| And that was just from last summer | |
| The change is enormous | |
| And keepin' up to speed is a real game of endurance | |
| I always get some lame little offers | |
| Specializing in claims for insurance | |
| Or maybe the occasional florist | |
| Corner Florist | |
| Hello? | |
| Hello? | |
| I'm sorry, what'd you say? | |
| Corner Florist | |
| Is this a flower shop? | |
| Yes | |
| Oh, I'm sorry I think I have the wrong number | |
| OK, bye | |
| Bye | |
| Why am I still searching, and for what I don't know | |
| Perhaps a real person or some version of love on the phone | |
| It's like these 10 little buttons have grown | |
| So significant, my will's worthless fighting off the gluttonous jones | |
| So I chose a different number to try | |
| And I was thinkin' I'd end up ringing another old guy | |
| But when I reached the third line what a surprise | |
| It was the first time in my whole life | |
| On the telephone my tongue was so tied | |
| Hello? | |
| *Breathing* | |
| Hello? | |
| Uh- uh... | |
| Is there somebody there? | |
| I can hear you | |
| It must've been something we shared | |
| In the weird few moments of silence | |
| When I was quiet like no one was there | |
| So unprepared to forget your voice | |
| I fell in love though I was scared, like I was left no choice | |
| But you can expect most boys | |
| Who get a first taste of love in their 30s | |
| To revert to their 7th birthday | |
| That's probably why I went the worst way | |
| And devised a plan to get to know her with my voice disguised | |
| And invented surveys | |
| Hello? | |
| Hi, I'm calling from the Census Department | |
| I was hoping you could answer a few questions of ours, ma'am | |
| Yeah, sure | |
| How many people live in your apartment? | |
| What are their ages? And by chance is anyone partners? | |
| No, it's just me. I'm 30 and I'm not married | |
| Alrighty, do you move often, and have your jobs varied? | |
| No, I've been here for the last 3 years | |
| And, my jobs did you say? | |
| Yes ma'am, how many past careers? | |
| Well, I'm not really a people person, I've always worked in a lab | |
| Ma'am I don't blame you with all the jerks that we have. | |
| I take it you don't get out much to flirt with the lads? | |
| Are you kidding? | |
| It's just as well, men are perfectly crass | |
| Workin' the plans I had sown to build a report | |
| I realized to handle by phone wouldn't fulfill me no more | |
| So using the skills I had been born with | |
| I got a address at home tracin' the call | |
| So I could see the best mess that I'd known | |
| Perhaps it was only a sad attempt | |
| to find the nerve it would take | |
| to say goodbye to the phone and tell the girl to her face | |
| Well, I won't put your day further to waste | |
| Thanks for your time ma'am, sorry to disturb you, Ok? | |
| Bye | |
| Ok... bye | |
| Desperate times call for closer measures | |
| So I left behind the phone and bought some telephoto lenses | |
| Parked in a car, like those old detectives | |
| I watched from afar, and saw that she lived by herself alone and friendless | |
| Then what I noticed next would leave me livid | |
| Her only guest was a handsome guy | |
| Whose weekly visits had her cry | |
| By the time he would leave | |
| I'd bet the guy was an Ex or current flame unless my eyes were deceived | |
| I tried to believe she cried to relieve heart-ache | |
| If this guy would leave it would seem | |
| She was liable to be in harms way | |
| If I could just sneak in her place | |
| I'd find it would lead to a trace | |
| Of why she would keep lettin' this creep within arms length | |
| Gettin' the piece was the easy part | |
| 'Cause if by chance I met him when I crept in, | |
| through the window I would need the arms | |
| I was breathin' hard when I stepped in | |
| Broke the glass into shards with the weapon | |
| And tore the bedroom where she sleeps apart | |
| That's when a creaking part of the floor | |
| And a twisted knob on the door | |
| Startled me - I turned with the gun | |
| And shot it before I realized I killed my own love | |
| I dropped on all fours | |
| Sobbin' and coughin' 'til I spilled my own guts | |
| I came to still on the rug in the same room | |
| Filled with the stuff I had tossed around | |
| And then I found in plain view | |
| What seemed to be a diary | |
| Sittin' beside my knee | |
| I couldn't make my mind believe | |
| The words that I would finally read | |
| PAGE 1 - | |
| Thursday, 5:03 | |
| I was trying to sleep before the night-shift | |
| when this guy woke me | |
| He had a voice that had a vibe so sweet | |
| It was caught on my thoughts | |
| And just wouldn't let my mind go free | |
| I skipped to page 74 and read a bit more | |
| The only thing that I look forward to is gettin' his calls | |
| If only I could get up the gall | |
| I would tell him I loved him | |
| I had to skip right to the end of it all | |
| As for the last passage it began: | |
| Why me? Where's my mystery man, God? | |
| How could you let this guy leave | |
| Will all the bad times and depression I've seen | |
| This just has to be the last life's lesson I need | |
| In fact this week's visit with my little brother | |
| He said if the cancer keeps gettin' worse it'll kill our mother | |
| He said the Doc' said I should just accept that she's dying | |
| And from the second he left, I spent the rest of the week crying |
| zuo qu : Dorley | |
| zuo ci : HOWERDEL, BILLY KEENAN, MAYNARD JAMES | |
| I' m a single white male 32 years old and I' ve never been too great with the women | |
| Well if the truth' s being told I' m not much good with people, I' ve been alone in all the places I lived in | |
| But fate had forgiven my shortcomings | |
| and brought something forth from inside me that guides me when a call comes in | |
| It' s as if I' m blessed with a gift | |
| to talk someone into a spell unknown | |
| when I' m lecturin' with the telephone | |
| The forced run ins face to face are hella hard | |
| I' m afraid to date, but somehow make a great telemarketer | |
| ' Cause I can sell Antarctica ice in wintertime | |
| 29 inches that won' t melt and mark up the price | |
| Might be the fact I' m alone | |
| but most of the human contact I' ve known | |
| I' ve always had through the phone | |
| So when I get back to the home where I live now | |
| I sit down and dial my own map to see who answers the | |
| phone ringing | |
| Half the old ones I get the message | |
| The number you have reached has been disconnected | |
| With 10 digits entered from another past number | |
| The ringing interrupts a man' s slumber | |
| Hello? | |
| And that was just from last summer | |
| The change is enormous | |
| And keepin' up to speed is a real game of endurance | |
| I always get some lame little offers | |
| Specializing in claims for insurance | |
| Or maybe the occasional florist | |
| Corner Florist | |
| Hello? | |
| Hello? | |
| I' m sorry, what' d you say? | |
| Corner Florist | |
| Is this a flower shop? | |
| Yes | |
| Oh, I' m sorry I think I have the wrong number | |
| OK, bye | |
| Bye | |
| Why am I still searching, and for what I don' t know | |
| Perhaps a real person or some version of love on the phone | |
| It' s like these 10 little buttons have grown | |
| So significant, my will' s worthless fighting off the gluttonous jones | |
| So I chose a different number to try | |
| And I was thinkin' I' d end up ringing another old guy | |
| But when I reached the third line what a surprise | |
| It was the first time in my whole life | |
| On the telephone my tongue was so tied | |
| Hello? | |
| Breathing | |
| Hello? | |
| Uh uh... | |
| Is there somebody there? | |
| I can hear you | |
| It must' ve been something we shared | |
| In the weird few moments of silence | |
| When I was quiet like no one was there | |
| So unprepared to forget your voice | |
| I fell in love though I was scared, like I was left no choice | |
| But you can expect most boys | |
| Who get a first taste of love in their 30s | |
| To revert to their 7th birthday | |
| That' s probably why I went the worst way | |
| And devised a plan to get to know her with my voice disguised | |
| And invented surveys | |
| Hello? | |
| Hi, I' m calling from the Census Department | |
| I was hoping you could answer a few questions of ours, ma' am | |
| Yeah, sure | |
| How many people live in your apartment? | |
| What are their ages? And by chance is anyone partners? | |
| No, it' s just me. I' m 30 and I' m not married | |
| Alrighty, do you move often, and have your jobs varied? | |
| No, I' ve been here for the last 3 years | |
| And, my jobs did you say? | |
| Yes ma' am, how many past careers? | |
| Well, I' m not really a people person, I' ve always worked in a lab | |
| Ma' am I don' t blame you with all the jerks that we have. | |
| I take it you don' t get out much to flirt with the lads? | |
| Are you kidding? | |
| It' s just as well, men are perfectly crass | |
| Workin' the plans I had sown to build a report | |
| I realized to handle by phone wouldn' t fulfill me no more | |
| So using the skills I had been born with | |
| I got a address at home tracin' the call | |
| So I could see the best mess that I' d known | |
| Perhaps it was only a sad attempt | |
| to find the nerve it would take | |
| to say goodbye to the phone and tell the girl to her face | |
| Well, I won' t put your day further to waste | |
| Thanks for your time ma' am, sorry to disturb you, Ok? | |
| Bye | |
| Ok... bye | |
| Desperate times call for closer measures | |
| So I left behind the phone and bought some telephoto lenses | |
| Parked in a car, like those old detectives | |
| I watched from afar, and saw that she lived by herself alone and friendless | |
| Then what I noticed next would leave me livid | |
| Her only guest was a handsome guy | |
| Whose weekly visits had her cry | |
| By the time he would leave | |
| I' d bet the guy was an Ex or current flame unless my eyes were deceived | |
| I tried to believe she cried to relieve heartache | |
| If this guy would leave it would seem | |
| She was liable to be in harms way | |
| If I could just sneak in her place | |
| I' d find it would lead to a trace | |
| Of why she would keep lettin' this creep within arms length | |
| Gettin' the piece was the easy part | |
| ' Cause if by chance I met him when I crept in, | |
| through the window I would need the arms | |
| I was breathin' hard when I stepped in | |
| Broke the glass into shards with the weapon | |
| And tore the bedroom where she sleeps apart | |
| That' s when a creaking part of the floor | |
| And a twisted knob on the door | |
| Startled me I turned with the gun | |
| And shot it before I realized I killed my own love | |
| I dropped on all fours | |
| Sobbin' and coughin' ' til I spilled my own guts | |
| I came to still on the rug in the same room | |
| Filled with the stuff I had tossed around | |
| And then I found in plain view | |
| What seemed to be a diary | |
| Sittin' beside my knee | |
| I couldn' t make my mind believe | |
| The words that I would finally read | |
| PAGE 1 | |
| Thursday, 5: 03 | |
| I was trying to sleep before the nightshift | |
| when this guy woke me | |
| He had a voice that had a vibe so sweet | |
| It was caught on my thoughts | |
| And just wouldn' t let my mind go free | |
| I skipped to page 74 and read a bit more | |
| The only thing that I look forward to is gettin' his calls | |
| If only I could get up the gall | |
| I would tell him I loved him | |
| I had to skip right to the end of it all | |
| As for the last passage it began: | |
| Why me? Where' s my mystery man, God? | |
| How could you let this guy leave | |
| Will all the bad times and depression I' ve seen | |
| This just has to be the last life' s lesson I need | |
| In fact this week' s visit with my little brother | |
| He said if the cancer keeps gettin' worse it' ll kill our mother | |
| He said the Doc' said I should just accept that she' s dying | |
| And from the second he left, I spent the rest of the week crying |
| zuò qǔ : Dorley | |
| zuò cí : HOWERDEL, BILLY KEENAN, MAYNARD JAMES | |
| I' m a single white male 32 years old and I' ve never been too great with the women | |
| Well if the truth' s being told I' m not much good with people, I' ve been alone in all the places I lived in | |
| But fate had forgiven my shortcomings | |
| and brought something forth from inside me that guides me when a call comes in | |
| It' s as if I' m blessed with a gift | |
| to talk someone into a spell unknown | |
| when I' m lecturin' with the telephone | |
| The forced run ins face to face are hella hard | |
| I' m afraid to date, but somehow make a great telemarketer | |
| ' Cause I can sell Antarctica ice in wintertime | |
| 29 inches that won' t melt and mark up the price | |
| Might be the fact I' m alone | |
| but most of the human contact I' ve known | |
| I' ve always had through the phone | |
| So when I get back to the home where I live now | |
| I sit down and dial my own map to see who answers the | |
| phone ringing | |
| Half the old ones I get the message | |
| The number you have reached has been disconnected | |
| With 10 digits entered from another past number | |
| The ringing interrupts a man' s slumber | |
| Hello? | |
| And that was just from last summer | |
| The change is enormous | |
| And keepin' up to speed is a real game of endurance | |
| I always get some lame little offers | |
| Specializing in claims for insurance | |
| Or maybe the occasional florist | |
| Corner Florist | |
| Hello? | |
| Hello? | |
| I' m sorry, what' d you say? | |
| Corner Florist | |
| Is this a flower shop? | |
| Yes | |
| Oh, I' m sorry I think I have the wrong number | |
| OK, bye | |
| Bye | |
| Why am I still searching, and for what I don' t know | |
| Perhaps a real person or some version of love on the phone | |
| It' s like these 10 little buttons have grown | |
| So significant, my will' s worthless fighting off the gluttonous jones | |
| So I chose a different number to try | |
| And I was thinkin' I' d end up ringing another old guy | |
| But when I reached the third line what a surprise | |
| It was the first time in my whole life | |
| On the telephone my tongue was so tied | |
| Hello? | |
| Breathing | |
| Hello? | |
| Uh uh... | |
| Is there somebody there? | |
| I can hear you | |
| It must' ve been something we shared | |
| In the weird few moments of silence | |
| When I was quiet like no one was there | |
| So unprepared to forget your voice | |
| I fell in love though I was scared, like I was left no choice | |
| But you can expect most boys | |
| Who get a first taste of love in their 30s | |
| To revert to their 7th birthday | |
| That' s probably why I went the worst way | |
| And devised a plan to get to know her with my voice disguised | |
| And invented surveys | |
| Hello? | |
| Hi, I' m calling from the Census Department | |
| I was hoping you could answer a few questions of ours, ma' am | |
| Yeah, sure | |
| How many people live in your apartment? | |
| What are their ages? And by chance is anyone partners? | |
| No, it' s just me. I' m 30 and I' m not married | |
| Alrighty, do you move often, and have your jobs varied? | |
| No, I' ve been here for the last 3 years | |
| And, my jobs did you say? | |
| Yes ma' am, how many past careers? | |
| Well, I' m not really a people person, I' ve always worked in a lab | |
| Ma' am I don' t blame you with all the jerks that we have. | |
| I take it you don' t get out much to flirt with the lads? | |
| Are you kidding? | |
| It' s just as well, men are perfectly crass | |
| Workin' the plans I had sown to build a report | |
| I realized to handle by phone wouldn' t fulfill me no more | |
| So using the skills I had been born with | |
| I got a address at home tracin' the call | |
| So I could see the best mess that I' d known | |
| Perhaps it was only a sad attempt | |
| to find the nerve it would take | |
| to say goodbye to the phone and tell the girl to her face | |
| Well, I won' t put your day further to waste | |
| Thanks for your time ma' am, sorry to disturb you, Ok? | |
| Bye | |
| Ok... bye | |
| Desperate times call for closer measures | |
| So I left behind the phone and bought some telephoto lenses | |
| Parked in a car, like those old detectives | |
| I watched from afar, and saw that she lived by herself alone and friendless | |
| Then what I noticed next would leave me livid | |
| Her only guest was a handsome guy | |
| Whose weekly visits had her cry | |
| By the time he would leave | |
| I' d bet the guy was an Ex or current flame unless my eyes were deceived | |
| I tried to believe she cried to relieve heartache | |
| If this guy would leave it would seem | |
| She was liable to be in harms way | |
| If I could just sneak in her place | |
| I' d find it would lead to a trace | |
| Of why she would keep lettin' this creep within arms length | |
| Gettin' the piece was the easy part | |
| ' Cause if by chance I met him when I crept in, | |
| through the window I would need the arms | |
| I was breathin' hard when I stepped in | |
| Broke the glass into shards with the weapon | |
| And tore the bedroom where she sleeps apart | |
| That' s when a creaking part of the floor | |
| And a twisted knob on the door | |
| Startled me I turned with the gun | |
| And shot it before I realized I killed my own love | |
| I dropped on all fours | |
| Sobbin' and coughin' ' til I spilled my own guts | |
| I came to still on the rug in the same room | |
| Filled with the stuff I had tossed around | |
| And then I found in plain view | |
| What seemed to be a diary | |
| Sittin' beside my knee | |
| I couldn' t make my mind believe | |
| The words that I would finally read | |
| PAGE 1 | |
| Thursday, 5: 03 | |
| I was trying to sleep before the nightshift | |
| when this guy woke me | |
| He had a voice that had a vibe so sweet | |
| It was caught on my thoughts | |
| And just wouldn' t let my mind go free | |
| I skipped to page 74 and read a bit more | |
| The only thing that I look forward to is gettin' his calls | |
| If only I could get up the gall | |
| I would tell him I loved him | |
| I had to skip right to the end of it all | |
| As for the last passage it began: | |
| Why me? Where' s my mystery man, God? | |
| How could you let this guy leave | |
| Will all the bad times and depression I' ve seen | |
| This just has to be the last life' s lesson I need | |
| In fact this week' s visit with my little brother | |
| He said if the cancer keeps gettin' worse it' ll kill our mother | |
| He said the Doc' said I should just accept that she' s dying | |
| And from the second he left, I spent the rest of the week crying |
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