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  • 作词 : Guy Garvey
    作曲 : Guy Garvey/Craig Potter/Mark Potter/Richard Jupp/Pete Turner
    It's a lethal ballet
    Air traffic congestion
    I'm having a baby
    Second thoughts scotch dinner
    And someone's dancing on the box
    A former MP
    And no one was watching
    My oldest friends are a serious habit
    Fly boy blue so bring your faces home
    To my sweet trampoline
    And acres of crash site love
    Someone's dancing on the box
    A former MP
    And no one was watching
    My oldest friends are a serious habit
    Fly boy blue so bring your faces home
    To my sweet trampoline
    And acres of crash site love
    Presidential delays
    Suppose I'm just lucky
    I'm having a shindig
    Me Red Bob and the ivory host
    And someone's shouting on the box
    A chinless prefect gone Godzilla
    My newest friends have forgotten my name
    But so have I so far so good and home
    You and me trampoline and oceans of crash site love
    What can be said of the cigarette smokes
    A prop for a joke or a mark on the clock
    If I stopped would the bus ever come
    Would the dawn ever kiss me forgiven me knowing what's done
    Would the drivel make scribble make sense and then song
    Would the woodbines denied black another man's lungs
    Perverse as it may sound I sometimes believe
    The tip to my lips just reminds me to breathe
    What can be said of the whiskey and wine
    Random abandon or ballast for joy
    That was scuppered with trust little more than a boy
    And besides I'm in excellent company
    I'm reaching the age when decisions are made
    On life and liver and I'm sure last ditch
    That'll I'll ask for more time
    But mother forgive me
    I still want a bottle of good Irish whiskey
    And a bundle of smokes in my grave
    But there isn't words yet for the comfort I get
    From the gentle lunette at the top of the nape of the neck
    That I wake to
    And where are the words for the leap in my chest
    When mischief appears either side of the scar on your nose
    Made by a rose thorn so you claim
    By a rose thorn
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Guy Garvey
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Guy Garvey/Craig Potter/Mark Potter/Richard Jupp/Pete Turner
    [00:08.97]It's a lethal ballet
    [00:11.65]Air traffic congestion
    [00:15.05]I'm having a baby
    [00:17.99]Second thoughts scotch dinner
    [00:21.38]And someone's dancing on the box
    [00:24.72]A former MP
    [00:26.39]And no one was watching
    [00:28.25]My oldest friends are a serious habit
    [00:31.62]Fly boy blue so bring your faces home
    [00:37.90]To my sweet trampoline
    [00:40.39]And acres of crash site love
    [00:56.08]Someone's dancing on the box
    [00:59.38]A former MP
    [01:01.01]And no one was watching
    [01:02.81]My oldest friends are a serious habit
    [01:06.15]Fly boy blue so bring your faces home
    [01:12.49]To my sweet trampoline
    [01:14.99]And acres of crash site love
    [01:59.35]Presidential delays
    [02:02.05]Suppose I'm just lucky
    [02:05.51]I'm having a shindig
    [02:08.18]Me Red Bob and the ivory host
    [02:11.61]And someone's shouting on the box
    [02:15.14]A chinless prefect gone Godzilla
    [02:18.66]My newest friends have forgotten my name
    [02:22.05]But so have I so far so good and home
    [02:28.61]You and me trampoline and oceans of crash site love
    [04:07.08]What can be said of the cigarette smokes
    [04:11.98]A prop for a joke or a mark on the clock
    [04:16.25]If I stopped would the bus ever come
    [04:20.52]Would the dawn ever kiss me forgiven me knowing what's done
    [04:26.64]Would the drivel make scribble make sense and then song
    [04:31.65]Would the woodbines denied black another man's lungs
    [04:36.84]Perverse as it may sound I sometimes believe
    [04:41.72]The tip to my lips just reminds me to breathe
    [04:47.23]What can be said of the whiskey and wine
    [04:52.04]Random abandon or ballast for joy
    [04:56.67]That was scuppered with trust little more than a boy
    [05:01.74]And besides I'm in excellent company
    [05:06.91]I'm reaching the age when decisions are made
    [05:11.58]On life and liver and I'm sure last ditch
    [05:16.59]That'll I'll ask for more time
    [05:19.85]But mother forgive me
    [05:22.13]I still want a bottle of good Irish whiskey
    [05:26.90]And a bundle of smokes in my grave
    [05:37.23]But there isn't words yet for the comfort I get
    [05:41.93]From the gentle lunette at the top of the nape of the neck
    [05:47.79]That I wake to
    [05:52.57]And where are the words for the leap in my chest
    [05:57.56]When mischief appears either side of the scar on your nose
    [06:03.89]Made by a rose thorn so you claim
    [06:09.53]By a rose thorn