[00:00.000] 作词 : Stephen Malkmus
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Stephen Malkmus
[00:33.719]Harness your hopes on just one person
[00:36.815]Because you know a harness
[00:38.823]Was only made for one
[00:40.829]Don't telegraph your passes
[00:43.459]You'll end up with molasses
[00:45.842]Cauterized with syrup
[00:47.969]And syrup and molasses
[00:50.135]And I'm checkin' out the asses
[00:52.386]The assets that attract us
[00:54.768]To anything that moves
[00:56.774]We're deep inside the grooves
[00:58.930]And it's time to shake the rations
[01:01.186]'Cause someone's gonna cash in
[01:03.484]The plot, it turns again
[01:05.758]The reference starts at ten
[01:09.270]Show me a word that rhymes with pavement
[01:12.277]And I won't kill your parents
[01:14.550]And roast them on a spit
[01:16.554]And a-don't ya try to etch it
[01:19.185]Or permanently sketch it
[01:21.202]Or you're gonna
[01:22.977]catch a bad, bad cold And the freaks have stormed the White House
[01:27.985]I moved into a lighthouse
[01:30.238]It's on a scenic quay
[01:32.380]It's, oh, so far away
[01:34.382]Far away from the beginnin'
[01:36.388]The shroud is made of linen
[01:39.266]The yearling took the purse
[01:41.270]The Goth kid has a hearse
[01:44.042]Heartbreakin', earthquakin'
[01:46.175]Kiwis, they are home bakin'
[01:48.550]Minds, wide open, truly
[01:55.937]Leisure, a leisure suit is nothin'
[01:58.694]It's nothin' to be proud of
[02:00.906]In this late century And I'm askin' you to
[02:04.320]Hold me, just like the mornin' paper
[02:07.585]Pinched between your pointer
[02:09.843]Your index and your thumb
[02:11.971]It's a semi-automatic
[02:14.228]Believers are ecstatic
[02:16.612]You see the way they cling
[02:18.746]The cold metallic sting
[02:20.879]And I'm livin' in a coma
[02:23.131]For Donna de Varona
[02:25.533]The harness made of hopes
[02:27.659]The lovers on the ropes
[02:30.292]Nun is to church
[02:32.172]As the parrot is to perch
[02:34.552]And my heart's wide open, truly
[02:40.184]end

作词 : Stephen Malkmus
作曲 : Stephen Malkmus
Harness your hopes on just one person
Because you know a harness
Was only made for one
Don't telegraph your passes
You'll end up with molasses
Cauterized with syrup
And syrup and molasses
And I'm checkin' out the asses
The assets that attract us
To anything that moves
We're deep inside the grooves
And it's time to shake the rations
'Cause someone's gonna cash in
The plot, it turns again
The reference starts at ten
Show me a word that rhymes with pavement
And I won't kill your parents
And roast them on a spit
And a-don't ya try to etch it
Or permanently sketch it
Or you're gonna
catch a bad, bad cold And the freaks have stormed the White House
I moved into a lighthouse
It's on a scenic quay
It's, oh, so far away
Far away from the beginnin'
The shroud is made of linen
The yearling took the purse
The Goth kid has a hearse
Heartbreakin', earthquakin'
Kiwis, they are home bakin'
Minds, wide open, truly
Leisure, a leisure suit is nothin'
It's nothin' to be proud of
In this late century And I'm askin' you to
Hold me, just like the mornin' paper
Pinched between your pointer
Your index and your thumb
It's a semi-automatic
Believers are ecstatic
You see the way they cling
The cold metallic sting
And I'm livin' in a coma
For Donna de Varona
The harness made of hopes
The lovers on the ropes
Nun is to church
As the parrot is to perch
And my heart's wide open, truly
end