Blood Pt. 2

Song Blood Pt. 2
Artist Buck 65
Artist Sufjan Stevens
Artist Serengeti
Album Dark Was The Night (Red Hot Compilation)

Lyrics

[00:00.000] 作词 : Raymond Raposa
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Raymond Raposa
[00:13] You're not bloody swab paradise
[00:15] You're golden stars licked to stick
[00:17] A world with frogs and magic tricks
[00:19] Floating logs and scissor kicks
[00:21] And lemonade and sweaty sex
[00:22] Hug me like I gave you cheques
[00:24] You kiss me like the upper crust
[00:26] Tell me things to make me blush
[00:28] Champagne bottle, bon voyage
[00:29] A souvenir garage
[00:30] A melody to make me smile
[00:32] Not that you've been gone a while (My life, my life)
[00:34] A purple medal, eighth place
[00:35] Backlit in a trophy case
[00:37] Sign that says "For little Ace"
[00:38] Supportive like an ankle brace
[00:40] Not bloody cotton swabs and lies
[00:42] Stolen cheques and empty eyes
[00:44] You're a county fair in July
[00:45] Canadian field of wild rye
[00:47] You kiss me like potted plants
[00:49] Bite me like fire ants
[00:50] Touch me like an old stamp
[00:51] Olive oil and seven lamps
[00:53] Not stolen cash I'll pay you back
[00:55] Bloody paradise attack
[00:56] Your Sunday at the puppy track
[00:58] Time to take the long way back
[01:00] Sweet as the apple of Peru
[01:01] The inklings of the Eastern Sioux
[01:03] Not bloody cotton swabs and lies
[01:05] Stolen cheques and empty eyes
[01:06] But rather...
[01:07] You are the blood flowing through my fingers
[01:14] That's what I meant to say
[01:15] Blood in my fingertips
[01:17] I couldn't tell you that any other way
[01:20] All through the soil and up in those trees
[01:27] You are the blood that I may see you
[01:29] That I see you
[01:30] You're the blood in me
[01:31] You're on your earth though
[01:33] Girl you wake me to the smell of butter
[01:35] Sunlight shone through wooden shutters
[01:37] Naked sex and cuffed breast
[01:39] Early morning back to test
[01:40] Pouring rain and rubber suit
[01:41] Cotton socks and rubber boots
[01:43] I sprint across the parking lot
[01:45] 'Cause that day we were unprepared
[01:47] Dried our socks and on the stairs
[01:49] Sound of rain is rain in gutters
[01:50] Lightning seven seconds thunder
[01:51] A mild snack late evening hunger
[01:53] DVDs and VCRs
[01:55] Fish tanks and jelly jars
[01:57] The storm passes the room ours
[01:59] The summer times and you move
[02:00] Safety belt in summer cars
[02:01] Lightning bugs to die in jars
[02:03] The air conditioner saving grace
[02:05] Grass stains and flushed face
[02:07] Refreshing like a glass of milk
[02:08] Your shaven legs were like silk
[02:10] You kiss me like a bon voyage
[02:11] A secret souvenir collage
[02:13] Overalls and water parks
[02:15] T-tops and baby sharks
[02:17] Dragon rolls and frozen juice
[02:19] Making out in photo booths
[02:20] A lovely Saturday night alone
[02:21] Full of films and baking pies
[02:23] Not cotton swabs and bloody lies
[02:25] I'll pay you back in plastic eyes
[02:26] You are the blood flowing through my fingers
[02:34] You are the blood in my fingertips
[02:36] The soil up in those trees
[02:38] Like electricity, like sound, like lights
[02:41] All through the soil, up in those trees
[02:48] You are the word I shall write
[02:50] You are solitude
[02:51] You are electricity
[02:52] You're light

Pinyin

[00:00.000] zuò cí : Raymond Raposa
[00:01.000] zuò qǔ : Raymond Raposa
[00:13] You' re not bloody swab paradise
[00:15] You' re golden stars licked to stick
[00:17] A world with frogs and magic tricks
[00:19] Floating logs and scissor kicks
[00:21] And lemonade and sweaty sex
[00:22] Hug me like I gave you cheques
[00:24] You kiss me like the upper crust
[00:26] Tell me things to make me blush
[00:28] Champagne bottle, bon voyage
[00:29] A souvenir garage
[00:30] A melody to make me smile
[00:32] Not that you' ve been gone a while My life, my life
[00:34] A purple medal, eighth place
[00:35] Backlit in a trophy case
[00:37] Sign that says " For little Ace"
[00:38] Supportive like an ankle brace
[00:40] Not bloody cotton swabs and lies
[00:42] Stolen cheques and empty eyes
[00:44] You' re a county fair in July
[00:45] Canadian field of wild rye
[00:47] You kiss me like potted plants
[00:49] Bite me like fire ants
[00:50] Touch me like an old stamp
[00:51] Olive oil and seven lamps
[00:53] Not stolen cash I' ll pay you back
[00:55] Bloody paradise attack
[00:56] Your Sunday at the puppy track
[00:58] Time to take the long way back
[01:00] Sweet as the apple of Peru
[01:01] The inklings of the Eastern Sioux
[01:03] Not bloody cotton swabs and lies
[01:05] Stolen cheques and empty eyes
[01:06] But rather...
[01:07] You are the blood flowing through my fingers
[01:14] That' s what I meant to say
[01:15] Blood in my fingertips
[01:17] I couldn' t tell you that any other way
[01:20] All through the soil and up in those trees
[01:27] You are the blood that I may see you
[01:29] That I see you
[01:30] You' re the blood in me
[01:31] You' re on your earth though
[01:33] Girl you wake me to the smell of butter
[01:35] Sunlight shone through wooden shutters
[01:37] Naked sex and cuffed breast
[01:39] Early morning back to test
[01:40] Pouring rain and rubber suit
[01:41] Cotton socks and rubber boots
[01:43] I sprint across the parking lot
[01:45] ' Cause that day we were unprepared
[01:47] Dried our socks and on the stairs
[01:49] Sound of rain is rain in gutters
[01:50] Lightning seven seconds thunder
[01:51] A mild snack late evening hunger
[01:53] DVDs and VCRs
[01:55] Fish tanks and jelly jars
[01:57] The storm passes the room ours
[01:59] The summer times and you move
[02:00] Safety belt in summer cars
[02:01] Lightning bugs to die in jars
[02:03] The air conditioner saving grace
[02:05] Grass stains and flushed face
[02:07] Refreshing like a glass of milk
[02:08] Your shaven legs were like silk
[02:10] You kiss me like a bon voyage
[02:11] A secret souvenir collage
[02:13] Overalls and water parks
[02:15] Ttops and baby sharks
[02:17] Dragon rolls and frozen juice
[02:19] Making out in photo booths
[02:20] A lovely Saturday night alone
[02:21] Full of films and baking pies
[02:23] Not cotton swabs and bloody lies
[02:25] I' ll pay you back in plastic eyes
[02:26] You are the blood flowing through my fingers
[02:34] You are the blood in my fingertips
[02:36] The soil up in those trees
[02:38] Like electricity, like sound, like lights
[02:41] All through the soil, up in those trees
[02:48] You are the word I shall write
[02:50] You are solitude
[02:51] You are electricity
[02:52] You' re light