| Song | Lazy Projector |
| Artist | Andrew Bird |
| Album | Break It Yourself |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : andrew bird | |
| If memory serves us, then who owns the master | |
| How do we know who's projecting this reel | |
| And is it like gruel or like quick drying plaster | |
| Tell me how long til the paint starts to peel | |
| Is it like Pyramus or Apollo or an archer we don't know | |
| Though history repeats itself, and time's a crooked bow | |
| Come on tell us something we don't know | |
| Now who's the best boy and the casting director | |
| And the editor splicing your face from the scene | |
| It's all in the hands of a lazy projector | |
| That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine | |
| That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine | |
| They say all good things must come to an end | |
| Everyday the night must fall | |
| How it all came to this, I simply can't recall | |
| Too many cooks in the kitchen | |
| How the mighty must fall | |
| But I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all | |
| I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all | |
| I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all | |
| Breaking up at all | |
| And it's all in the hands of a lazy projector | |
| That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine | |
| *alien* |
| zuo qu : andrew bird | |
| If memory serves us, then who owns the master | |
| How do we know who' s projecting this reel | |
| And is it like gruel or like quick drying plaster | |
| Tell me how long til the paint starts to peel | |
| Is it like Pyramus or Apollo or an archer we don' t know | |
| Though history repeats itself, and time' s a crooked bow | |
| Come on tell us something we don' t know | |
| Now who' s the best boy and the casting director | |
| And the editor splicing your face from the scene | |
| It' s all in the hands of a lazy projector | |
| That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine | |
| That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine | |
| They say all good things must come to an end | |
| Everyday the night must fall | |
| How it all came to this, I simply can' t recall | |
| Too many cooks in the kitchen | |
| How the mighty must fall | |
| But I can' t see the sense in us breaking up at all | |
| I can' t see the sense in us breaking up at all | |
| I can' t see the sense in us breaking up at all | |
| Breaking up at all | |
| And it' s all in the hands of a lazy projector | |
| That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine | |
| alien |
| zuò qǔ : andrew bird | |
| If memory serves us, then who owns the master | |
| How do we know who' s projecting this reel | |
| And is it like gruel or like quick drying plaster | |
| Tell me how long til the paint starts to peel | |
| Is it like Pyramus or Apollo or an archer we don' t know | |
| Though history repeats itself, and time' s a crooked bow | |
| Come on tell us something we don' t know | |
| Now who' s the best boy and the casting director | |
| And the editor splicing your face from the scene | |
| It' s all in the hands of a lazy projector | |
| That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine | |
| That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine | |
| They say all good things must come to an end | |
| Everyday the night must fall | |
| How it all came to this, I simply can' t recall | |
| Too many cooks in the kitchen | |
| How the mighty must fall | |
| But I can' t see the sense in us breaking up at all | |
| I can' t see the sense in us breaking up at all | |
| I can' t see the sense in us breaking up at all | |
| Breaking up at all | |
| And it' s all in the hands of a lazy projector | |
| That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine | |
| alien |