Imitosis

作词:Andrew Bird

作曲:Andrew Bird

所属专辑:Armchair Apocrypha

歌词

歌曲名 Imitosis

歌手名 Andrew Bird

His keeping busy

yeah he's bleeding stones

With his machinations and his palindromes

It was anything but hear the voice

Anything but hear the voice

It was anything but hear the voice

That says that we all basically alone

Poor Professor Pynchon had only good intentions

When he put his Bunsen burners all away

And turned into a playground

a petri dish of single cells

That would swing their fists

at anything that looks like easy prey

On this nature show

that rages every day it was bound

a part his intuition

To say

we were all basically alone

And despite what all his studies had shown

What was mistaken for closeness

was just a case for mitosis

Weighed deception or mercy

Where others train for the show

and tell me doctor can quantify

he just wants to know the reason

the reason why

Why do they congregate in groups of four

And let the wind just carry them away

How can kids be so mean

Our famous doctor tried to gleam

As he went home

at the end of the day

In this Nature show that rages every day

it was bound apart his intuition

Say we were all basically all alone

Despite what all his studies had shown

What was mistaken for closeness

was just a case for mitosis

She fatal doses malcontent to osmosis

Weighed deception or mercy

Where others are paying for the shot

Well tell me doctor

can you pull my file

reason why

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