| Song | Stables And Chairs |
| Artist | Portugal. The Man |
| Album | Waiter: "You Vultures" |
| 作曲 : Gourley | |
| I met a face with ring rounded pocket eyes | |
| That shaped folded banks inside | |
| As he shivered out thoughts | |
| They went: "golden and pale wind whispers breathe New Orleans" | |
| Through basements and racetracks met hollowed out from stretching mouths | |
| All these thoughts were rolled onto needles | |
| They spilled from heads tumble like apples fell into the sky, | |
| That’s where they hide, | |
| Where rubies turned diamonds | |
| Like textures like sunshine | |
| Behind hands arms lift into its own | |
| As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets | |
| Out of their throats pours tongues licking down "What will we become?" | |
| Rhythms fed gently in vacuums perspired | |
| Will stay where it's warm, | |
| Where it's safe from the down beating drums as habits | |
| Pull the sleep out covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine |
| zuò qǔ : Gourley | |
| I met a face with ring rounded pocket eyes | |
| That shaped folded banks inside | |
| As he shivered out thoughts | |
| They went: " golden and pale wind whispers breathe New Orleans" | |
| Through basements and racetracks met hollowed out from stretching mouths | |
| All these thoughts were rolled onto needles | |
| They spilled from heads tumble like apples fell into the sky, | |
| That' s where they hide, | |
| Where rubies turned diamonds | |
| Like textures like sunshine | |
| Behind hands arms lift into its own | |
| As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets | |
| Out of their throats pours tongues licking down " What will we become?" | |
| Rhythms fed gently in vacuums perspired | |
| Will stay where it' s warm, | |
| Where it' s safe from the down beating drums as habits | |
| Pull the sleep out covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine |