| Song | The Thing About Them |
| Artist | The Residents |
| Album | God in Three Persons |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : | |
| Now there ws this thing about them that caused me at times to doubt them, | |
| or created conflict in my mind. Usually there was a he one, and there | |
| also was a she one, but somehow they came out differently. And one of | |
| them, when she was she, would smile and burn a hole in me; a hole that was | |
| too hard for me to hide. Once I had a dream bout her, in a filed, alone | |
| outside a tiny little cottage made of sticks. It was much to small to use | |
| it, so she bumped her head and bruised it trying to get through the tiny | |
| door. Afterwards, I went to tell her, but it was he I felt who nodded at | |
| my words indifferently. And of course when this would happen, there was | |
| still a she to tap up on my shoulder fromhe other side. But it wasn't her | |
| who looked then, close perhaps, but like some bookend that had come | |
| misshapen from its mate. So I told myself there must be some way I can | |
| make them just be who I want to be with all the time, 'cause it kept me at | |
| a distance, but my sensees kept insisting it was much more interesting | |
| inside. |
| zuo ci : | |
| Now there ws this thing about them that caused me at times to doubt them, | |
| or created conflict in my mind. Usually there was a he one, and there | |
| also was a she one, but somehow they came out differently. And one of | |
| them, when she was she, would smile and burn a hole in me a hole that was | |
| too hard for me to hide. Once I had a dream bout her, in a filed, alone | |
| outside a tiny little cottage made of sticks. It was much to small to use | |
| it, so she bumped her head and bruised it trying to get through the tiny | |
| door. Afterwards, I went to tell her, but it was he I felt who nodded at | |
| my words indifferently. And of course when this would happen, there was | |
| still a she to tap up on my shoulder fromhe other side. But it wasn' t her | |
| who looked then, close perhaps, but like some bookend that had come | |
| misshapen from its mate. So I told myself there must be some way I can | |
| make them just be who I want to be with all the time, ' cause it kept me at | |
| a distance, but my sensees kept insisting it was much more interesting | |
| inside. |
| zuò cí : | |
| Now there ws this thing about them that caused me at times to doubt them, | |
| or created conflict in my mind. Usually there was a he one, and there | |
| also was a she one, but somehow they came out differently. And one of | |
| them, when she was she, would smile and burn a hole in me a hole that was | |
| too hard for me to hide. Once I had a dream bout her, in a filed, alone | |
| outside a tiny little cottage made of sticks. It was much to small to use | |
| it, so she bumped her head and bruised it trying to get through the tiny | |
| door. Afterwards, I went to tell her, but it was he I felt who nodded at | |
| my words indifferently. And of course when this would happen, there was | |
| still a she to tap up on my shoulder fromhe other side. But it wasn' t her | |
| who looked then, close perhaps, but like some bookend that had come | |
| misshapen from its mate. So I told myself there must be some way I can | |
| make them just be who I want to be with all the time, ' cause it kept me at | |
| a distance, but my sensees kept insisting it was much more interesting | |
| inside. |