My mother's eyes flinch away from a skinniness I'm obvious to.
Some few drunken strangers trying to lock their eyes into a body thats slowly disappearing,
sitting-curled in on myself,
at the centre of this, there must be a sort of purity if I just work myself in a little deeper.
The bones that catch the cold and hold it must point somewhere.
Waking, snared in the limbs of someone I never see again - an unfamiliar voice trying to pin me down with sleep-fuzzed concern.
He's slack. Flesh bags round his waist and I'm repelled,
"I'd do anything not to have to touch."
Curling tighter around a hunger that cuts to the bone,
trying to find the centre that must be round here somewhere.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:26.331]My mother's eyes flinch away from a skinniness I'm obvious to.
[00:34.811]Some few drunken strangers trying to lock their eyes into a body thats slowly disappearing,
[00:41.174]sitting-curled in on myself,
[00:44.294]at the centre of this, there must be a sort of purity if I just work myself in a little deeper.
[00:49.938]The bones that catch the cold and hold it must point somewhere.
[00:53.509]Waking, snared in the limbs of someone I never see again - an unfamiliar voice trying to pin me down with sleep-fuzzed concern.
[01:01.338]He's slack. Flesh bags round his waist and I'm repelled,
[01:05.841]"I'd do anything not to have to touch."
[01:08.686]Curling tighter around a hunger that cuts to the bone,
[01:11.679]trying to find the centre that must be round here somewhere.
My mother's eyes flinch away from a skinniness I'm obvious to.
Some few drunken strangers trying to lock their eyes into a body thats slowly disappearing,
sitting-curled in on myself,
at the centre of this, there must be a sort of purity if I just work myself in a little deeper.
The bones that catch the cold and hold it must point somewhere.
Waking, snared in the limbs of someone I never see again - an unfamiliar voice trying to pin me down with sleep-fuzzed concern.
He's slack. Flesh bags round his waist and I'm repelled,
"I'd do anything not to have to touch."
Curling tighter around a hunger that cuts to the bone,
trying to find the centre that must be round here somewhere.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:26.331]My mother's eyes flinch away from a skinniness I'm obvious to.
[00:34.811]Some few drunken strangers trying to lock their eyes into a body thats slowly disappearing,
[00:41.174]sitting-curled in on myself,
[00:44.294]at the centre of this, there must be a sort of purity if I just work myself in a little deeper.
[00:49.938]The bones that catch the cold and hold it must point somewhere.
[00:53.509]Waking, snared in the limbs of someone I never see again - an unfamiliar voice trying to pin me down with sleep-fuzzed concern.
[01:01.338]He's slack. Flesh bags round his waist and I'm repelled,
[01:05.841]"I'd do anything not to have to touch."
[01:08.686]Curling tighter around a hunger that cuts to the bone,
[01:11.679]trying to find the centre that must be round here somewhere.
I thought of the poem with the line about the smoke being a huge-yellow cat curling around the house.
However with his mothers apron-strings to hand, ...
I was born, witht the mic in my hand
Then I took it from Medina, to the S.I. land
I pulled up on the block, go out the truck
That was somethin', I had...
If I lie here, perfectly still, I can feel myself sinking into the mattress & the sounds from the room below - shattered drumbeats & voice upon voice ...
Thurston Moore (sample)
what are the youth to do? Do you, do you have any idea?
I think we should destroy the bogus capitalist process
that is destroy...
Glint of street-lights the same brightness & shine sits in the palm of my hand.
It's only okay as long as I'm not thinking, and I'm not thinking.
Sour...
Written by b. setzer and j. mcdonnell
There's the rockabilly cats with their pomps real high
Wearin' black drape coats, all real gone guys
Cool skinhe...