歌手: The Decemberists
时长: 04:17
Los Angeles, I'm Yours - The Decemberists (十二月党)[00:00:00]
There is a city by the sea [00:00:07]
A gentle company[00:00:12]
I don't suppose you want to[00:00:15]
And as it tells its sorry tale[00:00:21]
In harrowing detail[00:00:25]
Its hollowness will haunt you[00:00:29]
It streets and boulevards [00:00:35]
Orphans and oligarchs are here[00:00:38]
A plaintive melody truncated symphony[00:00:45]
An ocean's garbled vomit on the shore[00:00:51]
Los Angeles I'm yours[00:00:56]
Old ladies pleasant and demure [00:01:11]
Sallow cheeked and sure[00:01:16]
I can see your undies[00:01:19]
And all the boys you drag[00:01:25]
About an empty fellow found[00:01:27]
From Saturdays to Mondays[00:01:32]
You hill and valley crowd [00:01:38]
Hanging your trousers down at here[00:01:41]
This is the realest thing [00:01:48]
As ancient choirs sing[00:01:51]
A dozen blushing cherubs wheel about[00:01:54]
Los Angeles my love[00:01:59]
Oh what a rush of ripe elan [00:02:53]
Languor on divans[00:02:58]
Dallyiant and dainty[00:03:01]
But oh the smell of burnt coc*ine [00:03:06]
The dollor and decay[00:03:11]
It only makes me cranky[00:03:14]
A great calamity [00:03:20]
Ditch of inequity it's here[00:03:23]
How I abhor this place [00:03:29]
Its sweet and bitter taste[00:03:33]
Has left me wretched retching on all fours[00:03:35]
Los Angeles I'm yours[00:03:40]
Los Angeles I'm yours[00:03:47]
Los Angeles I'm yours[00:03:53]
-End-[00:04:02]