MGMT - Siberian Breaks
lrc by Jermen
Sleep as the goer
the bridge that watches the light speed thru
and cries while the spirit stumbles
and inside missile for the protection of you
maybe its siletn
the voice cant bear anymore strain
but speak without even knowing
and streams outside in the direction of truth
theres no reason theres no secret to decode
if youc ant save it, leave it dying on the road
wide open arms can feel so cold
so cold
feel so cold
balance the books, the ledges, the loons
the disappointed look on the faces
that squint at the moon
lets see it with shadows enhance
and then vote to decide wholl adce
silver jet plane, making a turn
exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn
its not the life lesson Idve guessed
if youre conscious you must be depressed
or at least cynical
but someone might still eat the steaks
even if theyre tough
spending the day
chewing the fat
floating away isnt roguh but its not enough
oh marianne, pass me the joint
the sandpapers tan
go-getters are surfing the point
and londons a cratch on the lens
its over before it begins
silk round her neck falls down to her shoulders
the older I get, the more I suspect theres a trick
but really theres no trip at all
that doesnt result in a fall
or a faltering
but something might spit out the bait
even if its real
rolling away
missing a spoke
close to the ground like a wheel but its not enough
holding th eline
clutching the phone
nobly wasting the night, but it isnt right
its not right
smelling for blood
praying for rain
running away isnt rough, but its not enough
the low tide is telling me, when its over,
to breathe in everything exposed
and comes back to cover me in a blanket
being heres always changing tunes
the empty sky surrounds me but i cant see at all
wide open arms can feel so cold
and you can sit beside me and tell me what its
worth
but I hope I die before i get sold
I hope I die before I get sold
Id rather die before I get sold
if you find the soul that you lost
frozen in a starry void
take it within and hope the sight of blood
can will signs of life to return
back to the way that it was
long before it made a noise
to keep on quietly reminding you
whats never created or destroyed
wake as the swell peaks
the close-outs drowning the birds with roars
and howls scare the new unkindness
that picks and laughs at the carrion scene
forces you see breath can always go into hiding
and wait til it passes over
or stay far gone for all eternity
lrc by Jermen
编辑于2008/05/23更新

Life Thru a Lens歌词

Robbie Williams

简介： Robbie Williams公开作个人发展，在九十年代乐坛是一个极大的讽刺，因为他在解散前的著名男孩组合Take That里，一直都只是担任小角色，所做的份内事就是逗人开心，而当Take That解

[ti:Siberian Breaks]
[ar:MGMT]
[al:Congratulations]
[by:Jermen]
[00:00.11]MGMT - Siberian Breaks
[00:08.02]
[00:14.60]lrc by Jermen
[00:26.50]Sleep as the goer
[00:29.44]the bridge that watches the light speed thru
[00:34.62]and cries while the spirit stumbles
[00:38.35]and inside missile for the protection of you
[00:51.14]maybe its siletn
[00:54.08]the voice cant bear anymore strain
[00:59.35]but speak without even knowing
[01:02.96]and streams outside in the direction of truth
[01:26.73]theres no reason theres no secret to decode
[01:35.18]if youc ant save it, leave it dying on the road
[01:44.30]wide open arms can feel so cold
[01:49.52]so cold
[01:51.24]feel so cold
[02:17.19]balance the books, the ledges, the loons
[02:18.91]the disappointed look on the faces
[02:21.24]that squint at the moon
[02:25.10]lets see it with shadows enhance
[02:29.61]and then vote to decide wholl adce
[02:34.52]silver jet plane, making a turn
[02:37.56]exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn
[02:43.95]its not the life lesson Idve guessed
[02:48.44]if youre conscious you must be depressed
[02:53.02]or at least cynical
[02:59.51]but someone might still eat the steaks
[03:02.77]even if theyre tough
[03:05.82]spending the day
[03:07.35]chewing the fat
[03:08.85]floating away isnt roguh but its not enough
[03:18.70]oh marianne, pass me the joint
[03:21.45]the sandpapers tan
[03:22.98]go-getters are surfing the point
[03:27.67]and londons a cratch on the lens
[03:30.67]its over before it begins
[03:37.09]silk round her neck falls down to her shoulders
[03:40.28]the older I get, the more I suspect theres a trick
[03:46.49]but really theres no trip at all
[03:49.53]that doesnt result in a fall
[03:55.58]or a faltering
[04:02.08]but something might spit out the bait
[04:05.46]even if its real
[04:08.50]rolling away
[04:09.89]missing a spoke
[04:11.59]close to the ground like a wheel but its not enough
[04:20.98]holding th eline
[04:22.52]clutching the phone
[04:24.04]nobly wasting the night, but it isnt right
[04:30.04]its not right
[04:33.38]smelling for blood
[04:34.99]praying for rain
[04:36.46]running away isnt rough, but its not enough
[04:56.85]the low tide is telling me, when its over,
[05:10.18]to breathe in everything exposed
[05:19.18]and comes back to cover me in a blanket
[05:32.69]being heres always changing tunes
[07:02.38]the empty sky surrounds me but i cant see at all
[07:16.03]wide open arms can feel so cold
[07:29.29]and you can sit beside me and tell me what its
[07:34.87]worth
[07:42.68]but I hope I die before i get sold
[07:56.28]I hope I die before I get sold
[08:09.67]Id rather die before I get sold
[08:22.27]if you find the soul that you lost
[08:26.76]frozen in a starry void
[08:31.73]take it within and hope the sight of blood
[08:34.66]can will signs of life to return
[08:40.55]back to the way that it was
[08:44.74]long before it made a noise
[08:49.63]to keep on quietly reminding you
[08:52.55]whats never created or destroyed
[08:57.38]
[09:13.23]wake as the swell peaks
[09:16.20]the close-outs drowning the birds with roars
[09:21.59]and howls scare the new unkindness
[09:24.90]that picks and laughs at the carrion scene
[09:32.39]
[09:35.56]forces you see breath can always go into hiding
[09:43.85]and wait til it passes over
[09:47.34]or stay far gone for all eternity
[09:56.15]lrc by Jermen

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