Nightly, empty, luminous ballrooms roll back in your skull
I resigned myself to all the disappearance
I was sure the cops would come calling
Some sick shivering morning
I live in Newark now where cars speed away
And weekend freebasers bury their stems
In shaded groves and muted clearings
In Philadelphia, we didnt know
Clammy hands and beaming thresholds
And Im visited by naked reality
In the higher gloss of the cars that cut in front of me
And depression is nothing compared to whats in store for them
Having hitched across America
Like an itinerant laborer
Or a serial killer on pulsing arterials
I numbly recline
In a filthy slicked lawn chair
As our garage yawns behind me with tunnels
The pinkest sky Id ever seen
Still pocked with dirigibles
And flying machines that opened up
I thought itd begun hailing but amethyst and glass
Were raining down from an unmarked aircraft
Covering the cooling tar totally
In manufactured street sheen
Ive been finding clipped-off Parliaments everywhere lately
I take it as a sign that youre around
See J passed away
For the first time in June
And the last time last night in the Warren
As a warm, round, mournful sound
Flooded my room
Like blood does from the faucets of pitch-black bathrooms
during adolescent summoning rituals
编辑于2008/05/24更新

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[ti:Like Blood Does]
[ar:Cymbals Eat Guitars]
[al:Why There Are Mountains]
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[00:-04.00]Cymbals Eat Guitars - Like Blood Does
[00:-03.00]LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
[00:-02.00]@ @
[00:-01.00]
[00:03.51]Nightly, empty, luminous ballrooms roll back in your skull
[00:17.98]I resigned myself to all the disappearance
[00:24.59]I was sure the cops would come calling
[00:28.70]Some sick shivering morning
[00:33.51]
[00:36.50]I live in Newark now where cars speed away
[00:48.97]And weekend freebasers bury their stems
[00:55.82]In shaded groves and muted clearings
[01:02.19]
[01:07.59]In Philadelphia, we didnt know
[01:13.50]Clammy hands and beaming thresholds
[01:20.82]
[01:34.51]And Im visited by naked reality
[01:41.70]In the higher gloss of the cars that cut in front of me
[01:49.24]And depression is nothing compared to whats in store for them
[02:02.45]
[03:03.59]Having hitched across America
[03:07.27]Like an itinerant laborer
[03:10.11]Or a serial killer on pulsing arterials
[03:14.74]
[03:15.66]I numbly recline
[03:17.95]In a filthy slicked lawn chair
[03:20.67]As our garage yawns behind me with tunnels
[03:26.24]
[03:51.58]The pinkest sky Id ever seen
[03:58.52]Still pocked with dirigibles
[04:03.60]And flying machines that opened up
[04:08.95]
[04:34.88]I thought itd begun hailing but amethyst and glass
[04:42.77]Were raining down from an unmarked aircraft
[04:50.42]Covering the cooling tar totally
[04:57.00]In manufactured street sheen
[05:00.43]
[05:01.34]Ive been finding clipped-off Parliaments everywhere lately
[05:04.67]I take it as a sign that youre around
[05:07.82]
[05:56.53]See J passed away
[06:01.60]For the first time in June
[06:06.02]And the last time last night in the Warren
[06:10.15]
[06:13.32]As a warm, round, mournful sound
[06:19.78]Flooded my room
[06:25.27]
[06:27.52]Like blood does from the faucets of pitch-black bathrooms
[06:32.94]during adolescent summoning rituals
[06:37.72]

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