| [00:00.00] |
作词 : Ivan Král/Patti Smith |
| [00:01.00] |
作曲 : Ivan Král/Patti Smith |
| [00:33.45] |
We explore the men's room |
| [00:37.20] |
We don’t give a shit |
| [00:41.22] |
Ladies' lost electricity |
| [00:45.27] |
Take vows inside of it |
| [00:46.47] |
Desire to dance |
| [00:51.27] |
Too startled to try |
| [00:52.29] |
Wrap my legs round you |
| [00:55.17] |
Starting to fly let's explore |
| [00:57.18] |
Up there, up there, up there |
| [01:14.97] |
On the twenty-fifth floor |
| [01:15.54] |
Circle all around me |
| [01:16.62] |
Coming for the kill |
| [01:18.12] |
Kill kill oh kill me baby |
| [01:20.55] |
Like a kamikaze |
| [01:25.59] |
Heading for a spill |
| [01:26.22] |
Oh but it's all spilt milk to me |
| [01:27.81] |
Desire to dance |
| [01:30.63] |
Too startled to try |
| [01:31.65] |
Wrap my legs round you |
| [01:33.81] |
Starting to fly let's soar |
| [01:34.86] |
Up there, up there, up there |
| [01:43.47] |
On the twenty-fifth floor |
| [02:00.21] |
We do not eat flower or creation |
| [02:03.96] |
We do not eat eat anything at all |
| [02:06.87] |
Love is, love was |
| [02:09.06] |
Love is a manifestation |
| [02:12.78] |
I'm waiting for a contact to call |
| [02:14.76] |
Love's war. love's cruel. love's pretty |
| [02:20.91] |
Love's pretty cruel tonight |
| [02:24.69] |
I'm waiting here to refuel |
| [02:28.50] |
I'm gonna make contact tonight |
| [02:31.98] |
Blood in my heart. Night to exploit |
| [02:35.76] |
Twenty-five stories over Detroit |
| [02:38.43] |
And there's more |
| [02:38.73] |
Up there, up there, up there |
| [02:54.09] |
Stoned in space. Zeus. Christ. it has always been rock and so it is and so it shall be. within the context of neo rock we must open up our eyes and seize and rend the veil of smoke which man calls order. pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man to reform and transform waste. the transformation of waste is perhaps the oldest pre-occupation of man. man being the chose alloy, he must be reconnected via shit, at all cost. inherent within us is the dream of the task of the alchemist to create from the clay of man and re-create from excretion of man pure and then soft and then solid gold. all must not be art. some art we must disintegrate. positive anarchy must exist... |
| [03:56.70] |
I feel it swirling around me |
| [03:57.33] |
I feel I'm feeling no pain |
| [03:57.90] |
I'm waiting above for you baby |
| [03:58.53] |
I know that I'll see you up there |
| [03:59.19] |
I'm tripping in the dark backward |
| [03:59.94] |
I'm going for all that it's worth |
| [04:01.53] |
I'm waiting above in the sky dear |
| [04:02.19] |
Upon another planet called earth |
