[00:00.000] 作词 : Josh Tillman
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Josh Tillman
[00:07.029]She put on Astral Weeks
[00:12.963]Said, "I love Jazz," and winked at me
[00:19.332]This is the last place I oughta be
[00:25.865]But I can't drive, and I sure can't sleep
[00:36.848]Around this time, I publicly
[00:43.132]Was treating acid with anxiety
[00:49.432]I was unwell, and suddenly
[00:56.013]Her clown portraits spoke to me
[01:02.096]You're in no shape
[01:08.396]You're in no shape
[01:14.581]All the king’s horses, all the king’s men
[01:20.864]You may never be whole again
[01:33.499]A publicist and a celibate
[01:39.994]Started talking politics
[01:46.195]By a small degree, she got him to admit
[01:52.444]They're tacit fascists
[01:54.378]Without knowing it
[02:03.494]And oh, this went on and on
[02:09.927]Performance art? Elaborate con?
[02:16.178]Baby, who wears pearls at 4 a.m.?
[02:22.376]This Pynchon yuppie found meaning’s end
[02:29.211]In no shape, mm-hmm
[02:35.427]In no shape
[02:41.444]All the king's horses, all the king's men
[02:47.795]You may never be whole again
[02:54.043]You may never be whole again
[03:00.362]You may never be whole again
[03:13.378]I saw something I shouldn't see
[03:19.294]The awful truth, babe, reality
[03:26.076]That I'd forfeit my existence
[03:31.976]If someone let me just play with them
[03:49.544]Dawn long broke by the time
[03:55.976]I realized that I lost my mind
[04:01.994]I ate an ice cream
[04:04.943]Dazed in the street
[04:08.544]But it never tastes quite as sweet
[04:13.810]Again

作词 : Josh Tillman
作曲 : Josh Tillman
She put on Astral Weeks
Said, "I love Jazz," and winked at me
This is the last place I oughta be
But I can't drive, and I sure can't sleep
Around this time, I publicly
Was treating acid with anxiety
I was unwell, and suddenly
Her clown portraits spoke to me
You're in no shape
You're in no shape
All the king’s horses, all the king’s men
You may never be whole again
A publicist and a celibate
Started talking politics
By a small degree, she got him to admit
They're tacit fascists
Without knowing it
And oh, this went on and on
Performance art? Elaborate con?
Baby, who wears pearls at 4 a.m.?
This Pynchon yuppie found meaning’s end
In no shape, mm-hmm
In no shape
All the king's horses, all the king's men
You may never be whole again
You may never be whole again
You may never be whole again
I saw something I shouldn't see
The awful truth, babe, reality
That I'd forfeit my existence
If someone let me just play with them
Dawn long broke by the time
I realized that I lost my mind
I ate an ice cream
Dazed in the street
But it never tastes quite as sweet
Again