作词 : Joshua Tillman 作曲 : Joshua Tillman I was living on the hill By the water tower and hiking trails And when the big one hit I'd have a seat To watch masters abandon their dogs and dogs run free Oh baby, it's time to leave Take the van and the hearse down to New Orleans Leave under the gaze of the billboard queens Five-foot chicks with parted lips selling sweatshop jeans
These L.A. phonies and their ******** bands That sound like dollar signs and Amy Grant So reads the pulled quote from my last cover piece Entitled "The Oldest Man in Folk Rock Speaks" You can hear it all over the airwaves The manufactured gasp of the final days Someone should tell them 'bout the time that they don't have To praise the glorious future and the hopeless past
A few things the songwriter needs Arrows of Love, a mask of Tragedy But if you want ecstasy or birth control Just run the tap until the water's cold Anything else you can get online A creation myth or a .45 You're going to need one or the other to survive Where only the armed or the funny make it out alive
Mara taunts me 'neath the tree She's like, "Oh great, that's just what we all need Another white guy in 2017 Who takes himself so goddamn seriously." She's not far off, the strange thing is That's pretty much what I thought when I started this It took me my whole life to learn to the play the G But the role of Oedipus was a total breeze
Still I dreamt of garnering all rave reviews Just believably a little north of God's own truth He's a national treasure now, and here's the proof In the form of his major label debut A little less human with each release Closing the gap between the mask and me I swear I'll never do this, but is it okay? Don't want to be that guy but it's my birthday If everything ends with the photo then I'm on my way
Ohhh-ho-o-oh oh-ho-ho-ho-oh Ohhh-ho-o-oh oh-ho-ho-ho-oh I watched my old gods all collapse Were way more violent than my cartoon past It's like my father said before he croaked "Son, you're killing me, and that's all folks." So why is it I'm so distraught That what I'm selling is getting bought At some point you just can't control What people use your fake name for
So I never learned to play the lead guitar I always more preferred the speaking parts Besides there's always someone willing to Fill up the spaces that I couldn't use Nonetheless, I've been practicing my whole life Washing dishes, playing drums, and getting by Until I figured, if I'm here then I just might Conceal my lack of skill here in the spotlights Maya, the mother of illusions, a beard, and I
2000 years or so since Ovid taught Night-blooming, teenage rosebuds, dirty talk And I'm merely a minor fascination to Manic virginal lust and college dudes I'm beginning to begin to see the end Of how it all goes down between me and them Some 10-verse chorus-less diatribe Plays as they all jump ship, "I used to like this guy This new **** really kinda makes me wanna die"
My first memory of music's from The time at JCPenney's with my mom The watermelon candy I was choking on Barbara screaming, "Someone help my son!" I relive it most times the radio's on That "tell me lies, sweet little white lies" song That's when I first saw the comedy won't stop for Even little boys dying in the department store
So we leave town in total silence New Year's Day, it's 6 o'clock AM I've never seen Sunset this abandoned Reminds me predictably of the world's end It'll be good to get more space God knows what all these suckers paid I can stop drinking and you can write your script But what we both think now is...
[00:00.000] 作词 : Joshua Tillman [00:01.000] 作曲 : Joshua Tillman [00:23.48]I was living on the hill [00:31.96]By the water tower and hiking trails [00:41.25]And when the big one hit I'd have a seat [00:50.21]To watch masters abandon their dogs and dogs run free [00:59.52]Oh baby, it's time to leave [01:05.97]Take the van and the hearse down to New Orleans [01:13.96]Leave under the gaze of the billboard queens [01:20.28]Five-foot chicks with parted lips selling sweatshop jeans [01:26.14] [01:29.48]These L.A. phonies and their ******** bands [01:39.10]That sound like dollar signs and Amy Grant [01:48.31]So reads the pulled quote from my last cover piece [01:58.00]Entitled "The Oldest Man in Folk Rock Speaks" [02:05.87]You can hear it all over the airwaves [02:13.10]The manufactured gasp of the final days [02:20.31]Someone should tell them 'bout the time that they don't have [02:27.63]To praise the glorious future and the hopeless past [02:33.63] [02:36.62]A few things the songwriter needs [02:44.83]Arrows of Love, a mask of Tragedy [02:54.44]But if you want ecstasy or birth control [03:03.65]Just run the tap until the water's cold [03:12.15]Anything else you can get online [03:19.40]A creation myth or a .45 [03:26.35]You're going to need one or the other to survive [03:33.13]Where only the armed or the funny make it out alive [03:38.93] [03:42.64]Mara taunts me 'neath the tree [03:50.49]She's like, "Oh great, that's just what we all need [03:59.99]Another white guy in 2017 [04:09.41]Who takes himself so goddamn seriously." [04:17.74]She's not far off, the strange thing is [04:24.10]That's pretty much what I thought when I started this [04:31.42]It took me my whole life to learn to the play the G [04:38.94]But the role of Oedipus was a total breeze [04:44.49] [04:47.94]Still I dreamt of garnering all rave reviews [04:56.91]Just believably a little north of God's own truth [05:06.17]He's a national treasure now, and here's the proof [05:15.85]In the form of his major label debut [05:24.32]A little less human with each release [05:31.37]Closing the gap between the mask and me [05:38.57]I swear I'll never do this, but is it okay? [05:45.65]Don't want to be that guy but it's my birthday [05:52.36]If everything ends with the photo then I'm on my way [05:58.27] [06:02.45]Ohhh-ho-o-oh oh-ho-ho-ho-oh [06:19.71]Ohhh-ho-o-oh oh-ho-ho-ho-oh [06:36.52]I watched my old gods all collapse [06:44.91]Were way more violent than my cartoon past [06:54.49]It's like my father said before he croaked [07:03.86]"Son, you're killing me, and that's all folks." [07:12.75]So why is it I'm so distraught [07:19.52]That what I'm selling is getting bought [07:26.78]At some point you just can't control [07:33.37]What people use your fake name for [07:39.40] [07:42.10]So I never learned to play the lead guitar [07:51.50]I always more preferred the speaking parts [08:00.89]Besides there's always someone willing to [08:10.23]Fill up the spaces that I couldn't use [08:18.55]Nonetheless, I've been practicing my whole life [08:25.53]Washing dishes, playing drums, and getting by [08:33.14]Until I figured, if I'm here then I just might [08:39.74]Conceal my lack of skill here in the spotlights [08:47.25]Maya, the mother of illusions, a beard, and I [08:53.39] [08:56.55]2000 years or so since Ovid taught [09:05.91]Night-blooming, teenage rosebuds, dirty talk [09:15.45]And I'm merely a minor fascination to [09:25.30]Manic virginal lust and college dudes [09:33.13]I'm beginning to begin to see the end [09:40.29]Of how it all goes down between me and them [09:47.24]Some 10-verse chorus-less diatribe [09:54.55]Plays as they all jump ship, "I used to like this guy [10:01.27]This new **** really kinda makes me wanna die" [10:07.25] [10:11.14]Ohhh-ho-oh-oh oh-ho-ho-ho-oh [10:28.67]Ohhh-ho-oh-oh oh-ho-ho-ho-oh [10:42.41] [10:50.34]My first memory of music's from [10:59.52]The time at JCPenney's with my mom [11:08.33]The watermelon candy I was choking on [11:18.29]Barbara screaming, "Someone help my son!" [11:26.27]I relive it most times the radio's on [11:33.48]That "tell me lies, sweet little white lies" song [11:40.32]That's when I first saw the comedy won't stop for [11:47.62]Even little boys dying in the department store [11:53.55] [11:56.72]So we leave town in total silence [12:06.23]New Year's Day, it's 6 o'clock AM [12:15.71]I've never seen Sunset this abandoned [12:25.10]Reminds me predictably of the world's end [12:33.35]It'll be good to get more space [12:40.60]God knows what all these suckers paid [12:47.41]I can stop drinking and you can write your script [12:54.54]But what we both think now is...
