Blues From Down Here Lyrics
| Song | Blues From Down Here |
| Artist | TV on the Radio |
| Album | Return To Cookie Mountain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Malone | |
| From the depths | |
| I called you, ma | |
| For your breath and breast so warm and fabled | |
| Your hands reached inside | |
| Grabbed my heart, enlarged, disabled | |
| Hailed for your mercy | |
| An ear that cares | |
| How the blues sound from up there? | |
| With my wet hair, | |
| I wipe the blood off of your feet | |
| Carry me through these shark infested waters | |
| Well, you spared me from slaughter for sure | |
| But these sharks are equally in need of a martyr | |
| Oh, kindness shared | |
| Undeserved purest gift, this life you spared | |
| How the blues sound from up there? | |
| Teeth gnashing, masticating this dumb tongue | |
| Quiet now, quiet now, hear that supplication | |
| Echo into the void | |
| Been received by no one | |
| Oh, my sweet dear | |
| Cold, alone poisoning ourselves | |
| Engulfed in our own tears | |
| Signed, blues from down here | |
| Signed, blues from down here | |
| Signed, blues from down here | |
| Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away your | |
| Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away your | |
| Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away your | |
| Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away your | |
| Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away your | |
| Time for your favorite story | |
| Of how to achieve golden glory | |
| Wash yourself all squeaky clean | |
| All in white all | |
| Hallow's Eve | |
| Lessen your desire | |
| Hold your breath so patiently | |
| Never inquire, how to be free? | |
| Just stay on your knees | |
| You might doubt it | |
| Think there's nothing left for me | |
| To do but stomp my feet | |
| And shout about it | |
| From the depths | |
| I called you | |
| Now I'm waiting for an answer patiently | |
| Stuck here in the bottom of this well | |
| It's not the last, you've heard from me |
| zuo qu : Malone | |
| From the depths | |
| I called you, ma | |
| For your breath and breast so warm and fabled | |
| Your hands reached inside | |
| Grabbed my heart, enlarged, disabled | |
| Hailed for your mercy | |
| An ear that cares | |
| How the blues sound from up there? | |
| With my wet hair, | |
| I wipe the blood off of your feet | |
| Carry me through these shark infested waters | |
| Well, you spared me from slaughter for sure | |
| But these sharks are equally in need of a martyr | |
| Oh, kindness shared | |
| Undeserved purest gift, this life you spared | |
| How the blues sound from up there? | |
| Teeth gnashing, masticating this dumb tongue | |
| Quiet now, quiet now, hear that supplication | |
| Echo into the void | |
| Been received by no one | |
| Oh, my sweet dear | |
| Cold, alone poisoning ourselves | |
| Engulfed in our own tears | |
| Signed, blues from down here | |
| Signed, blues from down here | |
| Signed, blues from down here | |
| Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away your | |
| Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away your | |
| Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away your | |
| Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away your | |
| Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away your | |
| Time for your favorite story | |
| Of how to achieve golden glory | |
| Wash yourself all squeaky clean | |
| All in white all | |
| Hallow' s Eve | |
| Lessen your desire | |
| Hold your breath so patiently | |
| Never inquire, how to be free? | |
| Just stay on your knees | |
| You might doubt it | |
| Think there' s nothing left for me | |
| To do but stomp my feet | |
| And shout about it | |
| From the depths | |
| I called you | |
| Now I' m waiting for an answer patiently | |
| Stuck here in the bottom of this well | |
| It' s not the last, you' ve heard from me |
| zuò qǔ : Malone | |
| From the depths | |
| I called you, ma | |
| For your breath and breast so warm and fabled | |
| Your hands reached inside | |
| Grabbed my heart, enlarged, disabled | |
| Hailed for your mercy | |
| An ear that cares | |
| How the blues sound from up there? | |
| With my wet hair, | |
| I wipe the blood off of your feet | |
| Carry me through these shark infested waters | |
| Well, you spared me from slaughter for sure | |
| But these sharks are equally in need of a martyr | |
| Oh, kindness shared | |
| Undeserved purest gift, this life you spared | |
| How the blues sound from up there? | |
| Teeth gnashing, masticating this dumb tongue | |
| Quiet now, quiet now, hear that supplication | |
| Echo into the void | |
| Been received by no one | |
| Oh, my sweet dear | |
| Cold, alone poisoning ourselves | |
| Engulfed in our own tears | |
| Signed, blues from down here | |
| Signed, blues from down here | |
| Signed, blues from down here | |
| Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away your | |
| Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away your | |
| Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away your | |
| Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away your | |
| Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away your | |
| Time for your favorite story | |
| Of how to achieve golden glory | |
| Wash yourself all squeaky clean | |
| All in white all | |
| Hallow' s Eve | |
| Lessen your desire | |
| Hold your breath so patiently | |
| Never inquire, how to be free? | |
| Just stay on your knees | |
| You might doubt it | |
| Think there' s nothing left for me | |
| To do but stomp my feet | |
| And shout about it | |
| From the depths | |
| I called you | |
| Now I' m waiting for an answer patiently | |
| Stuck here in the bottom of this well | |
| It' s not the last, you' ve heard from me |
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