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  • 作曲 : Friedberger
    The Garfield
    El Faster, hammers
    Faster, hammers
    Churn and turn into my late train to my lost love
    Ring away today, stick, bruise into my felt, or so
    I felt I found a skeleton tooth in the junk drawer
    And I mean to open the folding green and white door
    And take a late train to my lost love.
    Faster, hammers!
    Faster, hammers!
    Listen to those dead pianos, pins stuck in their hearts
    Clang tap bell pedal down dead wood chipped and dull dark steel
    Rattling and chattering and chilly on a damp
    November afternoon
    On tracks one and two
    And twelve and thirteen
    On that ribbon spinning and computer colors.
    Tick tacks on round wire
    Spun steel spark on three rail thin lines
    See a minor, a little girl
    Ask if she would like for instance some fudge
    But I didn't budge, and said
    I didn't care
    I wanted to sit, and
    I wanted to stare
    Spin steel, tick tack on three little strings made three little rails made one note clunk
    Three rails squeaking and sputtering down the west side
    I found a skeleton tooth in the junk drawer and
    I mean to open the folding green and white door
    And take a late train to my lost love
    Faster, hammers!
    Faster, hammers!
    Chatter down the tracks, you thumb tack smiley skull teeth
    Ticking five dollar throwaway pianos past
    A late train to my lost love
    Listen to those dead pianos, pins stuck in their hearts
    Clang tap bell pedal down dead wood chipped and dull dark steel
    Rattling and chattering and chilly on a damp
    November afternoon
    On tracks one and two
    And twelve and thirteen
    On that ribbon spinning and computer colors.
    Tick tacks on round wire
    Spun steel spark on three rail thin lines
    Late, by act of
    Congress and blue all the way to
    Forest Park,
    And this ribbon spinning and computer color
    Into a public transport for everyone to hear and get on track
    And back to my lost love
    Faster, hammers!
    Faster, hammers!
    We're almost there
    Faster, hammers!
    We're almost there
    I'd like to tell you a story, kids but instead
    I'll change the subject
    Listen to this tune, it sounds like a condolence card
    Bought at the last minute for someone you can't stand
    For someone you never liked
    And isn't it cute
    La la la...
    Listen to this tune
    I'm playing now, kids
    Does it seem sad
    Does it remind you of when
  • 作曲 : Friedberger
    The Garfield
    El Faster, hammers
    Faster, hammers
    Churn and turn into my late train to my lost love
    Ring away today, stick, bruise into my felt, or so
    I felt I found a skeleton tooth in the junk drawer
    And I mean to open the folding green and white door
    And take a late train to my lost love.
    Faster, hammers!
    Faster, hammers!
    Listen to those dead pianos, pins stuck in their hearts
    Clang tap bell pedal down dead wood chipped and dull dark steel
    Rattling and chattering and chilly on a damp
    November afternoon
    On tracks one and two
    And twelve and thirteen
    On that ribbon spinning and computer colors.
    Tick tacks on round wire
    Spun steel spark on three rail thin lines
    See a minor, a little girl
    Ask if she would like for instance some fudge
    But I didn't budge, and said
    I didn't care
    I wanted to sit, and
    I wanted to stare
    Spin steel, tick tack on three little strings made three little rails made one note clunk
    Three rails squeaking and sputtering down the west side
    I found a skeleton tooth in the junk drawer and
    I mean to open the folding green and white door
    And take a late train to my lost love
    Faster, hammers!
    Faster, hammers!
    Chatter down the tracks, you thumb tack smiley skull teeth
    Ticking five dollar throwaway pianos past
    A late train to my lost love
    Listen to those dead pianos, pins stuck in their hearts
    Clang tap bell pedal down dead wood chipped and dull dark steel
    Rattling and chattering and chilly on a damp
    November afternoon
    On tracks one and two
    And twelve and thirteen
    On that ribbon spinning and computer colors.
    Tick tacks on round wire
    Spun steel spark on three rail thin lines
    Late, by act of
    Congress and blue all the way to
    Forest Park,
    And this ribbon spinning and computer color
    Into a public transport for everyone to hear and get on track
    And back to my lost love
    Faster, hammers!
    Faster, hammers!
    We're almost there
    Faster, hammers!
    We're almost there
    I'd like to tell you a story, kids but instead
    I'll change the subject
    Listen to this tune, it sounds like a condolence card
    Bought at the last minute for someone you can't stand
    For someone you never liked
    And isn't it cute
    La la la...
    Listen to this tune
    I'm playing now, kids
    Does it seem sad
    Does it remind you of when