| Song | Gazebo Tree |
| Artist | Kristin Hersh |
| Album | Strange Angels |
| 作词 : Hersh | |
| That sky is a-shine with sheen, those eyes are a green machine... | |
| Spare me your whining... | |
| In my rainy gazebo tree... | |
| Deep in my silver pit... | |
| The walls are all thick with it... | |
| My, but you slay me... | |
| In my rainy gazebo tree... | |
| Bless my baby eyes, don't you know | |
| Jesus died?... | |
| I'm better off inside... | |
| Strip and you lose your hide... | |
| What's in that thermos man?... | |
| Your female's a garbage can... | |
| So you haven't filled her up... | |
| OK try to fill my cup... | |
| It's moonshine from cactus... | |
| Well, I guess it can't wreck us... | |
| Spare me your moon shining in my rainy gazebo tree... |
| zuò cí : Hersh | |
| That sky is ashine with sheen, those eyes are a green machine... | |
| Spare me your whining... | |
| In my rainy gazebo tree... | |
| Deep in my silver pit... | |
| The walls are all thick with it... | |
| My, but you slay me... | |
| In my rainy gazebo tree... | |
| Bless my baby eyes, don' t you know | |
| Jesus died?... | |
| I' m better off inside... | |
| Strip and you lose your hide... | |
| What' s in that thermos man?... | |
| Your female' s a garbage can... | |
| So you haven' t filled her up... | |
| OK try to fill my cup... | |
| It' s moonshine from cactus... | |
| Well, I guess it can' t wreck us... | |
| Spare me your moon shining in my rainy gazebo tree... |