| Song | Edweena |
| Artist | The Residents |
| Album | Not Available |
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| 作词 : Residents | |
| Chorus: | |
| Coming into column nation is a gracious thing | |
| A stirring and a whirring and a broken widow(er)'s pain; | |
| It's causing easy ought to just leave a lust alone | |
| But when a friend has shrunken skin where do you throw the bone? | |
| (The matter that's been spoken to's a fragrant little thing | |
| It's open and was known to need a token diamond ring.) | |
| Young Girl: | |
| Investing space without a place; | |
| Confusing grace with outer space. | |
| Chorus: | |
| To please the breeze you freeze the seize, | |
| Combat disease and bend the knees; | |
| And if explicit matters naught, | |
| Extend the grin -- but don't get caught. | |
| Now Uncle Remus, Uncle Remus, where have you been we say | |
| (We saw the end of Uncle mend and turn into into today). | |
| But now they say there's room no more for such a friendly friendly whore | |
| Uncle Remus: | |
| Yes, Easter Island isn't my land coming home once more. | |
| Chorus: | |
| But a sentence existing inside of a rhyme | |
| Is only just a token left spoken in time | |
| Uncle Remus: | |
| Can tomorrow be more than the end of today? | |
| Young Girl: | |
| Or do posies just bloom for the feel of a may? | |
| Investing space without a place; | |
| Confusing grace with outer space. | |
| Chorus: | |
| The way is a never for severing two, | |
| (For) beginnings are endings for all but a few. |
| zuo ci : Residents | |
| Chorus: | |
| Coming into column nation is a gracious thing | |
| A stirring and a whirring and a broken widow er' s pain | |
| It' s causing easy ought to just leave a lust alone | |
| But when a friend has shrunken skin where do you throw the bone? | |
| The matter that' s been spoken to' s a fragrant little thing | |
| It' s open and was known to need a token diamond ring. | |
| Young Girl: | |
| Investing space without a place | |
| Confusing grace with outer space. | |
| Chorus: | |
| To please the breeze you freeze the seize, | |
| Combat disease and bend the knees | |
| And if explicit matters naught, | |
| Extend the grin but don' t get caught. | |
| Now Uncle Remus, Uncle Remus, where have you been we say | |
| We saw the end of Uncle mend and turn into into today. | |
| But now they say there' s room no more for such a friendly friendly whore | |
| Uncle Remus: | |
| Yes, Easter Island isn' t my land coming home once more. | |
| Chorus: | |
| But a sentence existing inside of a rhyme | |
| Is only just a token left spoken in time | |
| Uncle Remus: | |
| Can tomorrow be more than the end of today? | |
| Young Girl: | |
| Or do posies just bloom for the feel of a may? | |
| Investing space without a place | |
| Confusing grace with outer space. | |
| Chorus: | |
| The way is a never for severing two, | |
| For beginnings are endings for all but a few. |
| zuò cí : Residents | |
| Chorus: | |
| Coming into column nation is a gracious thing | |
| A stirring and a whirring and a broken widow er' s pain | |
| It' s causing easy ought to just leave a lust alone | |
| But when a friend has shrunken skin where do you throw the bone? | |
| The matter that' s been spoken to' s a fragrant little thing | |
| It' s open and was known to need a token diamond ring. | |
| Young Girl: | |
| Investing space without a place | |
| Confusing grace with outer space. | |
| Chorus: | |
| To please the breeze you freeze the seize, | |
| Combat disease and bend the knees | |
| And if explicit matters naught, | |
| Extend the grin but don' t get caught. | |
| Now Uncle Remus, Uncle Remus, where have you been we say | |
| We saw the end of Uncle mend and turn into into today. | |
| But now they say there' s room no more for such a friendly friendly whore | |
| Uncle Remus: | |
| Yes, Easter Island isn' t my land coming home once more. | |
| Chorus: | |
| But a sentence existing inside of a rhyme | |
| Is only just a token left spoken in time | |
| Uncle Remus: | |
| Can tomorrow be more than the end of today? | |
| Young Girl: | |
| Or do posies just bloom for the feel of a may? | |
| Investing space without a place | |
| Confusing grace with outer space. | |
| Chorus: | |
| The way is a never for severing two, | |
| For beginnings are endings for all but a few. |