The Shins - Red Rabbits
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Hurled to the center of the Earth again,
The place where its hot, love,
You know, it hurts to breathe in,
And the watershed you balance on is begging it,
Well did he ever know,
Will he ever know?
The trees in the moonshine are a dark lattice,
So you catalog in the angle you notice,
In a vacuum you recharge to record this,
So you wont make it easy on me.
And I cant go into this no more,
It puts too many thorns on my mind,
And the necessary balloon lies a corpse on the floor,
Weve pissed on far too many sprites,
And theyre all standing up for their rights.
Born on a desert floor, youve the deepest thirst,
And you came to my sweet shore to indulge it,
With the wan and dreaming eyes of an orphan,
But there is not enough,
There is not enough.
Out of a gunnysack for red rabbits,
Into the crucible to be rendered an emulsion,
And we cant allow a chance theyd restore themselves,
So we cant make it easy on you.
Undaunted, you bathed in hollow cries,
The boils were swollen, sunburned eyes,
A reward for letting nothing under their skin,
So help me, I dont know, I might,
Just give the old dark side a try.
Dont cast your warring eyes on the shore,
Did we even the score?
I still owe you for the hole in the floor,
And the ghost in the hall,
Who decides who paddles over the falls?
Yeah, who makes the call,
Who makes the call?
Well, I know theres an eventual
Release from every scale of crime,
But the necessary balloon lies a corpse on the floor,
Weve pissed on far too many good intentions held by clever sprites,
And theyre all standing up for their rights.

编辑于2008/05/24更新

The Deepest Hole歌词

Nasum

简介： NASUM乐队在1992年下半年由ANDERS JAKOBSON 吉他手和RICKARD ALRIKSSON鼓手/主唱组成当时它只是做为死亡金属乐队NECRONY的分支即兴组合出现的最初组建这支乐队的

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[ar:The Shins]
[al:Wincing The Night Away]
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[00:04.00]The Shins - Red Rabbits
[00:06.00]☆ 制
[00:20.63]Hurled to the center of the Earth again,
[00:23.25]The place where its hot, love,
[00:26.53]You know, it hurts to breathe in,
[00:28.90]And the watershed you balance on is begging it,
[00:33.25]Well did he ever know,
[00:35.90]Will he ever know?
[00:38.76]The trees in the moonshine are a dark lattice,
[00:42.22]So you catalog in the angle you notice,
[00:47.25]In a vacuum you recharge to record this,
[00:51.84]So you wont make it easy on me.
[00:56.16]And I cant go into this no more,
[01:00.88]It puts too many thorns on my mind,
[01:05.25]And the necessary balloon lies a corpse on the floor,
[01:10.53]Weve pissed on far too many sprites,
[01:16.07]And theyre all standing up for their rights.
[01:20.35]
[01:31.75]Born on a desert floor, youve the deepest thirst,
[01:34.60]And you came to my sweet shore to indulge it,
[01:40.28]With the wan and dreaming eyes of an orphan,
[01:44.66]But there is not enough,
[01:48.79]There is not enough.
[01:50.69]Out of a gunnysack for red rabbits,
[01:53.64]Into the crucible to be rendered an emulsion,
[01:57.85]And we cant allow a chance theyd restore themselves,
[02:02.98]So we cant make it easy on you.
[02:08.16]Undaunted, you bathed in hollow cries,
[02:11.73]The boils were swollen, sunburned eyes,
[02:16.35]A reward for letting nothing under their skin,
[02:21.64]So help me, I dont know, I might,
[02:27.29]Just give the old dark side a try.
[02:32.36]Dont cast your warring eyes on the shore,
[02:37.89]Did we even the score?
[02:40.86]I still owe you for the hole in the floor,
[02:46.98]And the ghost in the hall,
[02:51.01]Who decides who paddles over the falls?
[02:55.08]Yeah, who makes the call,
[02:58.92]Who makes the call?
[03:04.70]
[03:41.58]Well, I know theres an eventual
[03:46.58]Release from every scale of crime,
[03:53.20]But the necessary balloon lies a corpse on the floor,
[03:56.61]Weve pissed on far too many good intentions held by clever sprites,
[04:08.77]And theyre all standing up for their rights.
[04:16.68]
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