| Song | Jimmy's Rose Tattoo |
| Artist | Nina Nastasia |
| Album | Dogs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Nastasia |
| [00:16.62] | Jimmy Rose owns a tattoo parlor |
| [00:18.70] | |
| [00:19.28] | Three times a day |
| [00:20.72] | Cooks a spoon of powder |
| [00:22.56] | I wash the dishes piled in his tub |
| [00:25.83] | If I wait too long he may never stand up |
| [00:32.09] | |
| [00:36.67] | Up |
| [00:40.67] | |
| [00:43.59] | He lies awake on an empty canvas |
| [00:46.04] | And tilts his brush |
| [00:47.63] | Watching brilliance drip circles on the floor |
| [00:53.85] | |
| [00:57.48] | And I lay his shirt on the bed |
| [01:02.62] | |
| [01:03.38] | I fall inside picture frames |
| [01:08.46] | Breathing in his oil paints |
| [01:11.15] | He doesn't see me |
| [01:13.91] | |
| [01:15.51] | He wanders in |
| [01:18.72] | His mouth looks thin' |
| [01:22.06] | Like a child who stands there shaking |
| [01:24.80] | |
| [01:25.41] | I can feel his anger choke me |
| [01:28.16] | |
| [01:48.22] | Jimmy Rose works from twelve to five |
| [01:50.84] | To pay off the doctor that he prescribes |
| [01:54.06] | |
| [01:54.80] | There's kerosene in the wishing well |
| [01:57.58] | And I throw a penny still holding on to his hand |
| [02:05.58] | |
| [02:09.05] | And I watch him drift close his eyes |
| [02:14.65] | I fall inside picture frames |
| [02:19.07] | |
| [02:19.83] | Breathing in his oil paints |
| [02:22.78] | He doesn't see me |
| [02:25.54] | |
| [02:27.10] | He wanders in |
| [02:30.31] | His mouth looks thing |
| [02:33.23] | |
| [02:33.76] | Like a child who stands there shaking |
| [02:37.04] | I can feel his anger choke me |
| [02:39.81] | |
| [02:43.83] | Under the gun |
| [02:45.64] | Under my clothes |
| [02:47.12] | He's feeding me |
| [02:48.58] | I'll never know |
| [02:49.87] | |
| [02:51.98] | I'll never know |
| [02:53.06] | |
| [02:55.25] | I'll never know |
| [02:56.23] | |
| [02:58.48] | He wanders in |
| [03:01.81] | His mouth looks thing |
| [03:04.86] | Like a child who stands there shaking |
| [03:07.89] | I can feel his anger choke me |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Nastasia |
| [00:16.62] | Jimmy Rose owns a tattoo parlor |
| [00:18.70] | |
| [00:19.28] | Three times a day |
| [00:20.72] | Cooks a spoon of powder |
| [00:22.56] | I wash the dishes piled in his tub |
| [00:25.83] | If I wait too long he may never stand up |
| [00:32.09] | |
| [00:36.67] | Up |
| [00:40.67] | |
| [00:43.59] | He lies awake on an empty canvas |
| [00:46.04] | And tilts his brush |
| [00:47.63] | Watching brilliance drip circles on the floor |
| [00:53.85] | |
| [00:57.48] | And I lay his shirt on the bed |
| [01:02.62] | |
| [01:03.38] | I fall inside picture frames |
| [01:08.46] | Breathing in his oil paints |
| [01:11.15] | He doesn' t see me |
| [01:13.91] | |
| [01:15.51] | He wanders in |
| [01:18.72] | His mouth looks thin' |
| [01:22.06] | Like a child who stands there shaking |
| [01:24.80] | |
| [01:25.41] | I can feel his anger choke me |
| [01:28.16] | |
| [01:48.22] | Jimmy Rose works from twelve to five |
| [01:50.84] | To pay off the doctor that he prescribes |
| [01:54.06] | |
| [01:54.80] | There' s kerosene in the wishing well |
| [01:57.58] | And I throw a penny still holding on to his hand |
| [02:05.58] | |
| [02:09.05] | And I watch him drift close his eyes |
| [02:14.65] | I fall inside picture frames |
| [02:19.07] | |
| [02:19.83] | Breathing in his oil paints |
| [02:22.78] | He doesn' t see me |
| [02:25.54] | |
| [02:27.10] | He wanders in |
| [02:30.31] | His mouth looks thing |
| [02:33.23] | |
| [02:33.76] | Like a child who stands there shaking |
| [02:37.04] | I can feel his anger choke me |
| [02:39.81] | |
| [02:43.83] | Under the gun |
| [02:45.64] | Under my clothes |
| [02:47.12] | He' s feeding me |
| [02:48.58] | I' ll never know |
| [02:49.87] | |
| [02:51.98] | I' ll never know |
| [02:53.06] | |
| [02:55.25] | I' ll never know |
| [02:56.23] | |
| [02:58.48] | He wanders in |
| [03:01.81] | His mouth looks thing |
| [03:04.86] | Like a child who stands there shaking |
| [03:07.89] | I can feel his anger choke me |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Nastasia |
| [00:16.62] | Jimmy Rose owns a tattoo parlor |
| [00:18.70] | |
| [00:19.28] | Three times a day |
| [00:20.72] | Cooks a spoon of powder |
| [00:22.56] | I wash the dishes piled in his tub |
| [00:25.83] | If I wait too long he may never stand up |
| [00:32.09] | |
| [00:36.67] | Up |
| [00:40.67] | |
| [00:43.59] | He lies awake on an empty canvas |
| [00:46.04] | And tilts his brush |
| [00:47.63] | Watching brilliance drip circles on the floor |
| [00:53.85] | |
| [00:57.48] | And I lay his shirt on the bed |
| [01:02.62] | |
| [01:03.38] | I fall inside picture frames |
| [01:08.46] | Breathing in his oil paints |
| [01:11.15] | He doesn' t see me |
| [01:13.91] | |
| [01:15.51] | He wanders in |
| [01:18.72] | His mouth looks thin' |
| [01:22.06] | Like a child who stands there shaking |
| [01:24.80] | |
| [01:25.41] | I can feel his anger choke me |
| [01:28.16] | |
| [01:48.22] | Jimmy Rose works from twelve to five |
| [01:50.84] | To pay off the doctor that he prescribes |
| [01:54.06] | |
| [01:54.80] | There' s kerosene in the wishing well |
| [01:57.58] | And I throw a penny still holding on to his hand |
| [02:05.58] | |
| [02:09.05] | And I watch him drift close his eyes |
| [02:14.65] | I fall inside picture frames |
| [02:19.07] | |
| [02:19.83] | Breathing in his oil paints |
| [02:22.78] | He doesn' t see me |
| [02:25.54] | |
| [02:27.10] | He wanders in |
| [02:30.31] | His mouth looks thing |
| [02:33.23] | |
| [02:33.76] | Like a child who stands there shaking |
| [02:37.04] | I can feel his anger choke me |
| [02:39.81] | |
| [02:43.83] | Under the gun |
| [02:45.64] | Under my clothes |
| [02:47.12] | He' s feeding me |
| [02:48.58] | I' ll never know |
| [02:49.87] | |
| [02:51.98] | I' ll never know |
| [02:53.06] | |
| [02:55.25] | I' ll never know |
| [02:56.23] | |
| [02:58.48] | He wanders in |
| [03:01.81] | His mouth looks thing |
| [03:04.86] | Like a child who stands there shaking |
| [03:07.89] | I can feel his anger choke me |