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歌词
We picked our way
down to the beach,
watching the waves
dragging out of our reach:
tangling tails, like a sodden sheet;
dangling entrails
from the gut of the sea.
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Hoarding our meals (alfalfa and rolls);
trying not to catch
the cold eyes of the gulls--
I hope Mother Nature has not
overheard!
(Though, she doles out hurt
like a puking bird.)
[00:-1.00]
We stayed for the winter.
No-one told us
about the laws of the land.
I hold my own.
But you, with your hunger--
you, on the other hand--
make yourself known.
[00:-1.00]
And when we were found,
I know we both grieved.
My heart made the sound of
snow falling from eaves.
You and me, Bess,
we were as thick as thieves.
So I swore, nonetheless, up and down,
it was only me.
They took me away,
and, after some time
studying my case,
must have made up their minds.
By the time you realized I was dying,
it must have been too late.
I believe you were not lying.
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It is the day.
I wake,
with my ears cocked up like a gun
(like every day, of course),
yanked by my wrists
to the sugar-front courtyard--
now tell me, what have I done?
It seems I have stolen a horse.
I step to the gallows.
Who do you think you are--
arching your hooves like a crane,
in the shallow gutter
that lines the
[00:-1.00]
down to the beach,
watching the waves
dragging out of our reach:
tangling tails, like a sodden sheet;
dangling entrails
from the gut of the sea.
[00:-1.00]
Hoarding our meals (alfalfa and rolls);
trying not to catch
the cold eyes of the gulls--
I hope Mother Nature has not
overheard!
(Though, she doles out hurt
like a puking bird.)
[00:-1.00]
We stayed for the winter.
No-one told us
about the laws of the land.
I hold my own.
But you, with your hunger--
you, on the other hand--
make yourself known.
[00:-1.00]
And when we were found,
I know we both grieved.
My heart made the sound of
snow falling from eaves.
You and me, Bess,
we were as thick as thieves.
So I swore, nonetheless, up and down,
it was only me.
They took me away,
and, after some time
studying my case,
must have made up their minds.
By the time you realized I was dying,
it must have been too late.
I believe you were not lying.
[00:-1.00]
It is the day.
I wake,
with my ears cocked up like a gun
(like every day, of course),
yanked by my wrists
to the sugar-front courtyard--
now tell me, what have I done?
It seems I have stolen a horse.
I step to the gallows.
Who do you think you are--
arching your hooves like a crane,
in the shallow gutter
that lines the
[00:-1.00]
lrc 歌词
[ti:You And Me, Bess] [ar:Joanna Newsom] [al:Have One On Me] [by:李泽昊] [00:-4.00]Joanna Newsom - You And Me, Bess [00:-3.00]LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang [00:-2.00]@ @ [04:50.44][03:07.01][01:54.95][01:18.92][00:42.93][00:-1.00] [00:06.97]We picked our way [00:12.14]down to the beach, [00:17.28]watching the waves [00:22.42]dragging out of our reach: [00:27.55]tangling tails, like a sodden sheet; [00:32.67]dangling entrails [00:37.80]from the gut of the sea. [00:48.06]Hoarding our meals (alfalfa and rolls); [00:53.17]trying not to catch [00:58.30]the cold eyes of the gulls-- [00:58.45]I hope Mother Nature has not [01:03.56]overheard! [01:08.68](Though, she doles out hurt [01:13.81]like a puking bird.) [01:24.06]We stayed for the winter. [01:29.17]No-one told us [01:34.29]about the laws of the land. [01:39.43]I hold my own. [01:39.57]But you, with your hunger-- [01:44.68]you, on the other hand-- [01:49.82]make yourself known. [02:00.04]And when we were found, [02:05.16]I know we both grieved. [02:05.30]My heart made the sound of [02:10.41]snow falling from eaves. [02:15.53]You and me, Bess, [02:20.66]we were as thick as thieves. [02:25.80]So I swore, nonetheless, up and down, [02:30.93]it was only me. [02:36.05]They took me away, [02:41.17]and, after some time [02:46.31]studying my case, [02:46.46]must have made up their minds. [02:51.56]By the time you realized I was dying, [02:56.69]it must have been too late. [03:01.84]I believe you were not lying. [03:12.16]It is the day. [03:17.32]I wake, [03:22.47]with my ears cocked up like a gun [03:22.62](like every day, of course), [03:27.78]yanked by my wrists [03:32.93]to the sugar-front courtyard-- [03:38.09]now tell me, what have I done? [03:43.23]It seems I have stolen a horse. [03:48.38]I step to the gallows. [03:53.53]Who do you think you are-- [03:53.69]arching your hooves like a crane, [03:58.85]in the shallow gutter [04:04.02]that lines the
