《Hollow Hollered》歌词

歌曲： Hollow Hollered

所属专辑：Exiting Arm

歌手： Subtle

时长： 05:56

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Hollow Hollered - Subtle[00:00:00]

Your blood owns no bones,[00:00:19]

With mailmen in your home[00:00:21]

Holding a knife to your poems[00:00:24]

To hollow all you’re sown[00:00:27]

And holler ‘goner, you’re owned.’[00:00:28]

Your blood owns no bones,[00:00:30]

With mailmen in your home[00:00:32]

Holding a knife to your poems[00:00:34]

To hollow all you’re sown[00:00:38]

And holler ‘goner, you’re owned.’[00:00:39]

And supposing you was meant[00:00:41]

To be bent born some sort of law man,[00:00:42]

With the poise of an intellectual[00:00:44]

And hunch of a clerk,[00:00:46]

And disposition of a saint[00:00:47]

And they’d say,[00:00:48]

“he is always with cancel eye and ever correct’[00:00:49]

And knowing that[00:00:52]

Are you less[00:00:54]

In the ever so complicated endeavor of a human death[00:00:55]

There are only two species set to death on earth[00:01:01]

The creature of choice[00:01:05]

There are only two species set to death on earth...[00:01:07]

There are only two species set to death on earth...[00:01:12]

There are only two species set to death on earth...[00:01:17]

Are you?[00:01:23]

And supposing you was meant to be bent sole keeper[00:01:43]

Of the kilometer-long list of things certain to be so.[00:01:45]

The human plight right there in 1’s and 0’s.[00:01:49]

And he who knows all that’s owed[00:01:52]

You’d think would be considerably more fearless,[00:01:54]

Unless, of course, he feels this[00:01:57]

Heat of something coming to adjust his[00:01:59]

Eminence accordingly[00:02:02]

To go on stealing poems,[00:02:04]

From the homed armed with only a key comb[00:02:06]

Letter opener carved from bone wish,[00:02:09]

With which to pick[00:02:11]

The simple levers of locks[00:02:13]

To fly things well beyond the sky of your clock.[00:02:14]

Your blood owns no bones,[00:02:31]

With mailmen in your home[00:02:32]

Holding a knife to your poems[00:02:34]

To hollow all you’re sown[00:02:38]

And holler ‘goner, you’re owned.’[00:02:39]

Your blood owns no bones,[00:02:41]

With mailmen in your home[00:02:43]

Holding a knife to your poems[00:02:45]

To hollow all you’re sown[00:02:48]

And holler ‘goner, you’re owned.’[00:02:50]