时间：2009-11-17
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1, 2, 3, 4 Guitars - The Blood Brothers
Written by：The Blood Brothers
Let's sling our rain slicks over
February's fantastic antlers
Sprouting from the foreheads of
World famous romancers
The winter's looming like a
Blood thirsty bird of prey
And I guarantee by spring
We'll either be world famous or Godd**ned dead
Guitar one fastens languid years to busty bones
Like dust and skin on a dull antique moon
Guitar two's touch keeps ruining lovers for other lovers
Like jokers concealed in trick decks in our laps
There's a train tumbling down torn paper tracks
While weeds blossom from heartbeats that lack
Guitar three's dancing even though her song stopped
Playing ages and ages ago
She's at an empty dance club suspended
In the middle of a rambling sentence
Guitar four says if you still believe in the grace of man
Let me introduce you to
Greedy greedy greedy hands
Let it down to o o o o
You let it so o o o o o
Let it just o o o o
Let it just so o o o o
Without it so o o o o
Leave it o o o o
Without get it be
Let's sling our rain slicks over
Every single second to the rapture
Dripping from clocks
Ticking all our misadventures
The winter left town with
Some seventeen year old waitress
And spring's laying in a pile of
All the moments of our misadventures
Why also being so
So wait just sutter but to late
Late also o o o o
Just wait o o o o
Shut down
What I need so o o o o
O o o o
Shout o o o o
Shout
O o o o
