| Song | Ponderosa |
| Artist | Tricky |
| Album | Maxinquaye |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Howie B. & Tricky | |
| 作词 : B., Martine, Tricky | |
| The place where | |
| I stand gives way to liquid lino | |
| Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping wino | |
| The place where | |
| I stand gives way to liquid lino | |
| Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping wino | |
| The mind's a crowd, search for the the spaces | |
| And turn around time's gone, | |
| I take ten paces | |
| Been up ahead, can't make head or tale of it | |
| I drink till | |
| I'm drunk, and | |
| I smoke till | |
| I'm senseless | |
| You see in black and white, feel in slow motion | |
| I drown myself in sorrow until | |
| I wake up tomorrow | |
| The illusion of confusion is not from where | |
| I am satDifferent levels of the devil's company | |
| They lead us outside, take us out quietly | |
| To the cage through the bars | |
| You see scars, results of my rage | |
| The place where | |
| I stand gives way to liquid lino | |
| Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping wino | |
| The place where | |
| I stand gives way to liquid lino | |
| Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping wino | |
| The mind's a crowd, search for the the spaces | |
| And turn around time's gone, | |
| I take ten paces | |
| Been up ahead, can't make head or tale of it | |
| I drink till | |
| I'm drunk, and | |
| I smoke till | |
| I'm senseless | |
| You see in black and white, feel in slow motion | |
| I drown myself in sorrow, until | |
| I wake up tomorrow | |
| I drown myself in sorrow, until | |
| I wake up tomorrow | |
| I drown myself in, | |
| I drown myself in | |
| The illusion of confusion is not from where | |
| I am sat |
| zuo qu : Howie B. Tricky | |
| zuo ci : B., Martine, Tricky | |
| The place where | |
| I stand gives way to liquid lino | |
| Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping wino | |
| The place where | |
| I stand gives way to liquid lino | |
| Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping wino | |
| The mind' s a crowd, search for the the spaces | |
| And turn around time' s gone, | |
| I take ten paces | |
| Been up ahead, can' t make head or tale of it | |
| I drink till | |
| I' m drunk, and | |
| I smoke till | |
| I' m senseless | |
| You see in black and white, feel in slow motion | |
| I drown myself in sorrow until | |
| I wake up tomorrow | |
| The illusion of confusion is not from where | |
| I am satDifferent levels of the devil' s company | |
| They lead us outside, take us out quietly | |
| To the cage through the bars | |
| You see scars, results of my rage | |
| The place where | |
| I stand gives way to liquid lino | |
| Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping wino | |
| The place where | |
| I stand gives way to liquid lino | |
| Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping wino | |
| The mind' s a crowd, search for the the spaces | |
| And turn around time' s gone, | |
| I take ten paces | |
| Been up ahead, can' t make head or tale of it | |
| I drink till | |
| I' m drunk, and | |
| I smoke till | |
| I' m senseless | |
| You see in black and white, feel in slow motion | |
| I drown myself in sorrow, until | |
| I wake up tomorrow | |
| I drown myself in sorrow, until | |
| I wake up tomorrow | |
| I drown myself in, | |
| I drown myself in | |
| The illusion of confusion is not from where | |
| I am sat |
| zuò qǔ : Howie B. Tricky | |
| zuò cí : B., Martine, Tricky | |
| The place where | |
| I stand gives way to liquid lino | |
| Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping wino | |
| The place where | |
| I stand gives way to liquid lino | |
| Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping wino | |
| The mind' s a crowd, search for the the spaces | |
| And turn around time' s gone, | |
| I take ten paces | |
| Been up ahead, can' t make head or tale of it | |
| I drink till | |
| I' m drunk, and | |
| I smoke till | |
| I' m senseless | |
| You see in black and white, feel in slow motion | |
| I drown myself in sorrow until | |
| I wake up tomorrow | |
| The illusion of confusion is not from where | |
| I am satDifferent levels of the devil' s company | |
| They lead us outside, take us out quietly | |
| To the cage through the bars | |
| You see scars, results of my rage | |
| The place where | |
| I stand gives way to liquid lino | |
| Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping wino | |
| The place where | |
| I stand gives way to liquid lino | |
| Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping wino | |
| The mind' s a crowd, search for the the spaces | |
| And turn around time' s gone, | |
| I take ten paces | |
| Been up ahead, can' t make head or tale of it | |
| I drink till | |
| I' m drunk, and | |
| I smoke till | |
| I' m senseless | |
| You see in black and white, feel in slow motion | |
| I drown myself in sorrow, until | |
| I wake up tomorrow | |
| I drown myself in sorrow, until | |
| I wake up tomorrow | |
| I drown myself in, | |
| I drown myself in | |
| The illusion of confusion is not from where | |
| I am sat |