| Song | Masher |
| Artist | The Mountain Goats |
| Album | Full Force Galesburg |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Darnielle | |
| Most of the brine has got to boil away | |
| Most of the air has got to choke you | |
| Most of June I spent in jail again | |
| I don't mean jail, exactly | |
| Up in the pine tree | |
| Red squirrel looking down at me | |
| I am losing control of the language again | |
| I am losing control of the language again | |
| Most of the things I used to hold onto | |
| Most of the things I used to say to you | |
| Most of the ways I knew around the local roads | |
| Are disappearing daily | |
| High in the cottonwood | |
| You were looking down at me and it sure looked good | |
| Hair hanging down in the leaves | |
| Your neck tilted back to make a rainbow | |
| I was losing control of the language again | |
| I am losing control of the language again |
| zuo ci : Darnielle | |
| Most of the brine has got to boil away | |
| Most of the air has got to choke you | |
| Most of June I spent in jail again | |
| I don' t mean jail, exactly | |
| Up in the pine tree | |
| Red squirrel looking down at me | |
| I am losing control of the language again | |
| I am losing control of the language again | |
| Most of the things I used to hold onto | |
| Most of the things I used to say to you | |
| Most of the ways I knew around the local roads | |
| Are disappearing daily | |
| High in the cottonwood | |
| You were looking down at me and it sure looked good | |
| Hair hanging down in the leaves | |
| Your neck tilted back to make a rainbow | |
| I was losing control of the language again | |
| I am losing control of the language again |
| zuò cí : Darnielle | |
| Most of the brine has got to boil away | |
| Most of the air has got to choke you | |
| Most of June I spent in jail again | |
| I don' t mean jail, exactly | |
| Up in the pine tree | |
| Red squirrel looking down at me | |
| I am losing control of the language again | |
| I am losing control of the language again | |
| Most of the things I used to hold onto | |
| Most of the things I used to say to you | |
| Most of the ways I knew around the local roads | |
| Are disappearing daily | |
| High in the cottonwood | |
| You were looking down at me and it sure looked good | |
| Hair hanging down in the leaves | |
| Your neck tilted back to make a rainbow | |
| I was losing control of the language again | |
| I am losing control of the language again |