Here are several pictures and pictures mean the past.
Here's a pretty desert scene and here a sea of grass.
Likely orchards and vacant lots, big men grinning and holding hands.
All the time the season's win and everything is lost
Something said's been said before but it's often worth repeating.
All the times that made the world are slipping into forgetting.
How are you and what did you do before you started thinking?
I am fine and shaky still, this side of things gets clearer.
I'll never have the time to suffer my easy past.
I'll never have a camera to distub my rosy past.
I'll never have a sober night whilst the drink lasts.
Here is a picture, I guess he's probably dead.
Here's another picture, the fantastic three off their heads.
Ignore this Western trip, little thing, there's so many other ideas.
I live in the songlines of boys from all over the world
Something said's been said before and here I am repeating
That all the times that made my world cannot be forgotten
And I'll never have a camera to keep these lies.
Here am I sitting in the sun with burning skin and a big red book
And here are you on holiday, I wonder if you still look that way.
These damn pictures
I could forget
Things so quickly
But they're always here
I cannot throw
Memories away.
Here comes the sickler
With his brand new polaroids.
Here are several pictures and pictures mean the past.
Here I go into fogginess, all my past destroyed.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:21.27]Here are several pictures and pictures mean the past.
[00:25.50]Here's a pretty desert scene and here a sea of grass.
[00:34.26]Likely orchards and vacant lots, big men grinning and holding hands.
[00:41.61]All the time the season's win and everything is lost
[00:49.08]Something said's been said before but it's often worth repeating.
[00:55.17]All the times that made the world are slipping into forgetting.
[01:03.15]How are you and what did you do before you started thinking?
[01:13.26]I am fine and shaky still, this side of things gets clearer.
[01:23.67]I'll never have the time to suffer my easy past.
[01:31.53]I'll never have a camera to distub my rosy past.
[01:35.70]I'll never have a sober night whilst the drink lasts.
[01:40.17]Here is a picture, I guess he's probably dead.
[02:06.75]Here's another picture, the fantastic three off their heads.
[02:14.55]Ignore this Western trip, little thing, there's so many other ideas.
[02:27.33]I live in the songlines of boys from all over the world
[02:30.30]Something said's been said before and here I am repeating
[02:36.36]That all the times that made my world cannot be forgotten
[02:45.63]And I'll never have a camera to keep these lies.
[02:47.10]Here am I sitting in the sun with burning skin and a big red book
[03:01.02]And here are you on holiday, I wonder if you still look that way.
[03:06.87]These damn pictures
[03:09.57]I could forget
[03:09.87]Things so quickly
[03:14.04]But they're always here
[03:17.34]I cannot throw
[03:17.76]Memories away.
[03:19.41]Here comes the sickler
[03:20.16]With his brand new polaroids.
[03:20.82]Here are several pictures and pictures mean the past.
[04:29.37]Here I go into fogginess, all my past destroyed.
Here are several pictures and pictures mean the past.
Here's a pretty desert scene and here a sea of grass.
Likely orchards and vacant lots, big men grinning and holding hands.
All the time the season's win and everything is lost
Something said's been said before but it's often worth repeating.
All the times that made the world are slipping into forgetting.
How are you and what did you do before you started thinking?
I am fine and shaky still, this side of things gets clearer.
I'll never have the time to suffer my easy past.
I'll never have a camera to distub my rosy past.
I'll never have a sober night whilst the drink lasts.
Here is a picture, I guess he's probably dead.
Here's another picture, the fantastic three off their heads.
Ignore this Western trip, little thing, there's so many other ideas.
I live in the songlines of boys from all over the world
Something said's been said before and here I am repeating
That all the times that made my world cannot be forgotten
And I'll never have a camera to keep these lies.
Here am I sitting in the sun with burning skin and a big red book
And here are you on holiday, I wonder if you still look that way.
These damn pictures
I could forget
Things so quickly
But they're always here
I cannot throw
Memories away.
Here comes the sickler
With his brand new polaroids.
Here are several pictures and pictures mean the past.
Here I go into fogginess, all my past destroyed.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:21.27]Here are several pictures and pictures mean the past.
[00:25.50]Here's a pretty desert scene and here a sea of grass.
[00:34.26]Likely orchards and vacant lots, big men grinning and holding hands.
[00:41.61]All the time the season's win and everything is lost
[00:49.08]Something said's been said before but it's often worth repeating.
[00:55.17]All the times that made the world are slipping into forgetting.
[01:03.15]How are you and what did you do before you started thinking?
[01:13.26]I am fine and shaky still, this side of things gets clearer.
[01:23.67]I'll never have the time to suffer my easy past.
[01:31.53]I'll never have a camera to distub my rosy past.
[01:35.70]I'll never have a sober night whilst the drink lasts.
[01:40.17]Here is a picture, I guess he's probably dead.
[02:06.75]Here's another picture, the fantastic three off their heads.
[02:14.55]Ignore this Western trip, little thing, there's so many other ideas.
[02:27.33]I live in the songlines of boys from all over the world
[02:30.30]Something said's been said before and here I am repeating
[02:36.36]That all the times that made my world cannot be forgotten
[02:45.63]And I'll never have a camera to keep these lies.
[02:47.10]Here am I sitting in the sun with burning skin and a big red book
[03:01.02]And here are you on holiday, I wonder if you still look that way.
[03:06.87]These damn pictures
[03:09.57]I could forget
[03:09.87]Things so quickly
[03:14.04]But they're always here
[03:17.34]I cannot throw
[03:17.76]Memories away.
[03:19.41]Here comes the sickler
[03:20.16]With his brand new polaroids.
[03:20.82]Here are several pictures and pictures mean the past.
[04:29.37]Here I go into fogginess, all my past destroyed.
From bicycles to platform heels
School uniform to flares
A little silver make-up
Black eyeliner in swathes
We took the train to London
On the Bed-Pan ...
When Marilyn Monroe woke up in heave,
she had everything she'd need
for the perfect day, the perfect man takes her walking
where no-one can stare.
per...
You stand here in my place
Feel the warmth upon your face
Stand back and start to smile
You now have time
You now have will
I would never want to leav...
Stars are falling down
onto this broken-hearted hungry clown
because he cannot get his fill.
Never thought that he would ever
want this much from a ma...