[00:00.00] 作词 : Daveed Diggs/William Hutson/Jonathan Snipes
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Daveed Diggs/William Hutson/Jonathan Snipes
[00:06.09]Hands on the casket
[00:07.59]Handful soil
[00:09.03]Hand a rose to the widow
[00:10.41]She lays it tastefully angled down and to the right
[00:13.35]The mahogany and the white contrast nicely
[00:15.81]As well as the black tie attire
[00:17.58]The air of this event somebody was important
[00:20.46]But a distant stare proves too strong to ignore it
[00:22.83]Little window on the ground floor of the chapel
[00:25.29]And the face pressed up against it make fog breath
[00:27.93]Highlights a fading heart
[00:29.58]Raindrops on the hood of the El Dorado
[00:31.62]Her acrylics clicking on the headlight
[00:33.18]Her bubblegum poppin' her head slightly angled down and to the right
[00:36.84]And her angel pendant dangling
[00:38.28]Like a lynched bird
[00:39.12]Space for a last prayer
[00:40.29]Pained like a pinched nerve
[00:41.43]Awaiting a last word
[00:42.57]Posture reading last straw
[00:44.31]Tempered stance of her partner is palpable even out of the frame
[00:47.28]And without her naming his crime he must be prostrate
[00:49.47]Like a last prayer
[00:50.34]Awaiting a last word
[00:51.78]Posture reading ****
[00:53.28]Whiteboard
[00:54.09]Multi-colored lines in dry-erase
[00:56.16]Roughly angle down and to the right
[00:58.17]This is right before the leap through the open window
[01:00.48]But in the moment it's all smiles and perfectly crowned teeth (perfectly crowned teeth)
[01:05.10]Someone looking secretary
[01:06.75]No offense but that's the air she gives off with the pleated skirt and neatly tucked-in blouse (neatly tucked-in blouse)
[01:11.25]Holds a phone as if it were a scarier event
[01:13.62]That these executives who read her work don't even know about (don’t even know about)
[01:16.95]And frozen in this pantomime a moment
[01:18.93]Where it happened time would split off with a fix to make its mighty mountains cry (mighty mountains cry)
[01:23.01]The curled lip and and terror eyes a giveaway of what she hides
[01:25.89]The back side of the picture dated 1929
[01:28.83]All of these photos tucked neatly in a box
[01:31.68]And hidden in a sock drawer or underneath the bed
[01:34.77]Memories are gobos making shadows on the locked present that has been fixed
[01:38.88]So it's best to leave them dead
[01:41.19]Don't bother with it
[01:42.33]Live lobotomy
[01:43.71]Split a bottle better
[01:45.18]Drink the god and leave the
[01:46.71]Past behind for the fire
[01:48.57]Don't nobody want these polaroids
[01:53.04]Don't bother with it
[01:54.15]Live the lighter side
[01:55.62]Split a spliff together
[01:57.06]Smoke the god and leave the
[01:58.56]Past behind for the fire
[02:00.42]Don't nobody want these polaroids
[02:04.59]Hands in the air
[02:05.64]Half eyes wide half eyes smiling
[02:07.35]And a couple others with they heads covered up too afraid to look the track slopes down and to the right
[02:11.94]Rough guess two seconds from the top of the drop the exhilaration on the faces of the riders more than worth the price tag of the printout which was also way too high
[02:18.96]Time-stamped by mullet length
[02:20.67]And neon Billibong logo
[02:22.14]And fitted cap with hologram sticker on the underside that certainly won't last till the ride comes to a stop
[02:28.11]Peace signs and wide grins in the foreground
[02:30.27]In the background is great powerful
[02:31.89]Cascade of water falling from way out of frame down and to the right
[02:35.37]It's way out of place to say and way out of but ain't it strange that both these kids are dead?
[02:39.99]Anyway the deep green of the foliage
[02:41.94]So definitively wild
[02:43.02]People used to drive to places like this just to escape
[02:45.69]If you look close you can see the early fiber optic cable stretching out into the jungle
[02:50.22]The beginning of the end
[02:51.78]A still life in motion
[02:53.01]One of those night traffic shots
[02:54.60]The long exposure makes the taillights stretch ad infinitum down and to the right
[02:59.16]Red tiger striping the city street so it reads raver
[03:02.16]This is before the riots
[03:03.69]Ghostly in the out-of-focus high rises are rising as they're want to do
[03:07.26]Contorting just like trees looking for sun (trees looking for sun)
[03:09.72]Mostly to the left you'll notice piling up like nothing new the boxes for the shanties that these buildings would become (these buildings would become)
[03:15.60]Toppled by the potholes here they are before they sunk (before they sunk)
[03:18.57]Like on hold for the glottal stops approaching with the sun (approaching with the sun)
[03:21.39]For choking on the words they never said
[03:23.22]So soon the running from the end of life that no one really figured had begun
[03:27.42]All of these photos tucked neatly in a box
[03:30.24]And hidden in a sock drawer or underneath the bed
[03:33.24]Memories are demons trying to burn the edges of the present that has been fixed
[03:37.44]So it's best to leave them dead
[03:39.69]Don't bother with it
[03:40.83]Live lobotomy
[03:42.21]Split a bottle better
[03:43.77]Drink the god and leave the
[03:45.21]Past behind for the fire
[03:47.07]Don't nobody want these polaroids
[03:51.63]Don't bother with it
[03:52.71]Live the lighter side
[03:54.18]Split a spliff together
[03:55.62]Smoke the god and leave the
[03:57.15]Past behind for the fire
[03:58.95]Don't nobody want these polaroids

作词 : Daveed Diggs/William Hutson/Jonathan Snipes
作曲 : Daveed Diggs/William Hutson/Jonathan Snipes
Hands on the casket
Handful soil
Hand a rose to the widow
She lays it tastefully angled down and to the right
The mahogany and the white contrast nicely
As well as the black tie attire
The air of this event somebody was important
But a distant stare proves too strong to ignore it
Little window on the ground floor of the chapel
And the face pressed up against it make fog breath
Highlights a fading heart
Raindrops on the hood of the El Dorado
Her acrylics clicking on the headlight
Her bubblegum poppin' her head slightly angled down and to the right
And her angel pendant dangling
Like a lynched bird
Space for a last prayer
Pained like a pinched nerve
Awaiting a last word
Posture reading last straw
Tempered stance of her partner is palpable even out of the frame
And without her naming his crime he must be prostrate
Like a last prayer
Awaiting a last word
Posture reading ****
Whiteboard
Multi-colored lines in dry-erase
Roughly angle down and to the right
This is right before the leap through the open window
But in the moment it's all smiles and perfectly crowned teeth (perfectly crowned teeth)
Someone looking secretary
No offense but that's the air she gives off with the pleated skirt and neatly tucked-in blouse (neatly tucked-in blouse)
Holds a phone as if it were a scarier event
That these executives who read her work don't even know about (don’t even know about)
And frozen in this pantomime a moment
Where it happened time would split off with a fix to make its mighty mountains cry (mighty mountains cry)
The curled lip and and terror eyes a giveaway of what she hides
The back side of the picture dated 1929
All of these photos tucked neatly in a box
And hidden in a sock drawer or underneath the bed
Memories are gobos making shadows on the locked present that has been fixed
So it's best to leave them dead
Don't bother with it
Live lobotomy
Split a bottle better
Drink the god and leave the
Past behind for the fire
Don't nobody want these polaroids
Don't bother with it
Live the lighter side
Split a spliff together
Smoke the god and leave the
Past behind for the fire
Don't nobody want these polaroids
Hands in the air
Half eyes wide half eyes smiling
And a couple others with they heads covered up too afraid to look the track slopes down and to the right
Rough guess two seconds from the top of the drop the exhilaration on the faces of the riders more than worth the price tag of the printout which was also way too high
Time-stamped by mullet length
And neon Billibong logo
And fitted cap with hologram sticker on the underside that certainly won't last till the ride comes to a stop
Peace signs and wide grins in the foreground
In the background is great powerful
Cascade of water falling from way out of frame down and to the right
It's way out of place to say and way out of but ain't it strange that both these kids are dead?
Anyway the deep green of the foliage
So definitively wild
People used to drive to places like this just to escape
If you look close you can see the early fiber optic cable stretching out into the jungle
The beginning of the end
A still life in motion
One of those night traffic shots
The long exposure makes the taillights stretch ad infinitum down and to the right
Red tiger striping the city street so it reads raver
This is before the riots
Ghostly in the out-of-focus high rises are rising as they're want to do
Contorting just like trees looking for sun (trees looking for sun)
Mostly to the left you'll notice piling up like nothing new the boxes for the shanties that these buildings would become (these buildings would become)
Toppled by the potholes here they are before they sunk (before they sunk)
Like on hold for the glottal stops approaching with the sun (approaching with the sun)
For choking on the words they never said
So soon the running from the end of life that no one really figured had begun
All of these photos tucked neatly in a box
And hidden in a sock drawer or underneath the bed
Memories are demons trying to burn the edges of the present that has been fixed
So it's best to leave them dead
Don't bother with it
Live lobotomy
Split a bottle better
Drink the god and leave the
Past behind for the fire
Don't nobody want these polaroids
Don't bother with it
Live the lighter side
Split a spliff together
Smoke the god and leave the
Past behind for the fire
Don't nobody want these polaroids