作词 : Gibbard, Harmer, Walla 作曲 : Death Cab for Cutie There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes I threw them to sea but a gust blew them backwards and the sting in my eyes which you then inflicted was par for the course just as when you were living It's no stretch to say you were not quite a father but a donor of seeds to a poor single mother that would raise us alone we never saw the money that went down your throat through the hole in your belly
Thirteen years old in the suburbs of Denver standing in line for Thanksgiving dinner at the Catholic church the servers wore crosses to shield from the sufferance plaguing the others Styrofoam plates, cafeteria tables charity reeks of cheap wine and pity and I'm thinking of you I do every year When we count all our blessings And wonder what we're doing here.
You're a disgrace to the concept of family the priest won't divulge that fact in his homily and I'll stand up and scream if the mourning remain quiet you can deck out a lie in a suit but I won't buy it I won't join in the procession that's speaking their peace using five-dollar words while praising his integrity and just 'cause he's gone it doesn't change the fact he was a bastard in life thus a bastard in death
[00:00.000] 作词 : Gibbard, Harmer, Walla [00:00.023] 作曲 : Death Cab for Cutie [00:00.47]There's a saltwater film [00:03.03]on the jar of your ashes [00:05.72]I threw them to sea [00:08.41]but a gust blew them backwards [00:10.91]and the sting in my eyes [00:14.65]which you then inflicted [00:15.97]was par for the course [00:17.91]just as when you were living [00:21.16]It's no stretch to say [00:23.41]you were not quite a father [00:25.97]but a donor of seeds [00:28.59]to a poor single mother [00:30.97]that would raise us alone [00:34.18]we never saw the money [00:35.80]that went down your throat [00:37.93]through the hole in your belly [00:42.44] [01:01.85]Thirteen years old [01:03.11]in the suburbs of Denver [01:05.48]standing in line [01:10.10]for Thanksgiving dinner [01:11.04]at the Catholic church [01:12.29]the servers wore crosses [01:16.04]to shield from the sufferance [01:18.42]plaguing the others [01:22.17]Styrofoam plates, cafeteria tables [01:24.60]charity reeks of cheap wine and pity [01:29.41]and I'm thinking of you [01:35.22]I do every year [01:40.54]When we count all our blessings [01:42.42]And wonder what we're doing here. [01:56.70] [03:34.14]You're a disgrace [03:34.76]to the concept of family [03:35.63]the priest won't divulge [03:36.58]that fact in his homily [03:38.57]and I'll stand up and scream [03:39.64]if the mourning remain quiet [03:40.58]you can deck out a lie [03:43.38]in a suit but I won't buy it [03:45.76]I won't join in the procession [03:48.20]that's speaking their peace [03:50.38]using five-dollar words [03:51.82]while praising his integrity [03:56.15]and just 'cause he's gone [03:57.96]it doesn't change the fact [04:00.34]he was a bastard in life [04:02.96]thus a bastard in death
