| Song | Jolly Birds |
| Artist | Jeremy Walch |
| Album | Scarlet |
| 作词 : Jeremy Walch | |
| 作曲 : Jeremy Walch | |
| The day has come | |
| It's time to get out | |
| Leaving the nest | |
| To just live with no doubt | |
| They used to look down on us, for we’re all the same | |
| Reckless and scared we remain the weak ones | |
| Once I heard their thoughts | |
| And suddenly everything was clear to me | |
| Hell yes what we need and miss is the nothingness | |
| But no one believes | |
| They must be all deaf | |
| I wish they could learn what birds taught me then | |
| So lend me your wing | |
| My primitive friend | |
| Instead of shitting in the palm of my hand | |
| We've been begging for better days | |
| And while we’re slowly drifting | |
| They just keep grinning | |
| They’re harmless and always up to boogie down | |
| The wheel stopped spinning, they’re on | |
| Not so much at stake | |
| Those delicate creatures they found out the greater way | |
| To thrive without us | |
| To make us feel like worms | |
| There's no point to fear the day | |
| In the end we're all the same | |
| We’re like a swarm spinning round | |
| Floating in clear but troubled skies | |
| We've been begging for better days | |
| And while we’re slowly drifting | |
| They just keep grinning | |
| They’re harmless and always up to boogie down | |
| The wheel stops spinning, they’re on | |
| I've been wanting for men to pay | |
| You better run run baby they're on their way | |
| We might be left behind, or even chased out | |
| No matter how we try they're jolly, we're not | |
| Oh it's not | |
| What you feel | |
| That would change a thing | |
| Dear Hitchcock | |
| Did you hear | |
| All their plans fifty years ago | |
| Now I wish I was a bird | |
| To have wings to carry my sins | |
| But it's too late to beg for more | |
| Something we had for evermore | |
| Maybe we're no good at anything | |
| So let's be like jolly birds |
| zuò cí : Jeremy Walch | |
| zuò qǔ : Jeremy Walch | |
| The day has come | |
| It' s time to get out | |
| Leaving the nest | |
| To just live with no doubt | |
| They used to look down on us, for we' re all the same | |
| Reckless and scared we remain the weak ones | |
| Once I heard their thoughts | |
| And suddenly everything was clear to me | |
| Hell yes what we need and miss is the nothingness | |
| But no one believes | |
| They must be all deaf | |
| I wish they could learn what birds taught me then | |
| So lend me your wing | |
| My primitive friend | |
| Instead of shitting in the palm of my hand | |
| We' ve been begging for better days | |
| And while we' re slowly drifting | |
| They just keep grinning | |
| They' re harmless and always up to boogie down | |
| The wheel stopped spinning, they' re on | |
| Not so much at stake | |
| Those delicate creatures they found out the greater way | |
| To thrive without us | |
| To make us feel like worms | |
| There' s no point to fear the day | |
| In the end we' re all the same | |
| We' re like a swarm spinning round | |
| Floating in clear but troubled skies | |
| We' ve been begging for better days | |
| And while we' re slowly drifting | |
| They just keep grinning | |
| They' re harmless and always up to boogie down | |
| The wheel stops spinning, they' re on | |
| I' ve been wanting for men to pay | |
| You better run run baby they' re on their way | |
| We might be left behind, or even chased out | |
| No matter how we try they' re jolly, we' re not | |
| Oh it' s not | |
| What you feel | |
| That would change a thing | |
| Dear Hitchcock | |
| Did you hear | |
| All their plans fifty years ago | |
| Now I wish I was a bird | |
| To have wings to carry my sins | |
| But it' s too late to beg for more | |
| Something we had for evermore | |
| Maybe we' re no good at anything | |
| So let' s be like jolly birds |