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Buck 65 - Square (2002)
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(Some mumbling?)
Pretty soon the hippies of today, will be the squares of tomorrow
It was the echoing voices of the old ones
Through thick steeled forests and over scorched earth
Always just out of reach
A murder of crows judged my every footstep
My bones were frozen
Penniless and entirely out of breath
I washed my beautiful hands in the black market dog water trough
But through it all the real stick in my spokes
Was the torment of my dreams
I fought of sleep with both fists and sometimes fire
With no more then a blow gun I made from an exhausted pen
I shot the stars out of the sky
When each one fell sparkling to the ground
I made wishes that never came true
Apparitions of angels with angry eyes
Appeared at each new moon
My own ghost be gain whispering
Trees died if I tried to climb them
The decision was made for me
To begin interpreting real life just as I would nightmares
(More mumbling?)

Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65
Watching an already dead world vanish
We the banished and outlawed wander
Hither and yonder
Like dogs gone hungry
Funky and angry and sometimes ugly
Drums like drugs have turned us to scavengers
Pathfinders, addicts and mathematicians
Practicing is a black magic
We make music from used up junk and bad luck dreams
Liars and losers
Emus and aardvarks
Gypsies and pint thieves
Peddlers, Card Sharks
All of us fortune tellers home in the forest
Hard core, building a cardboard fortress
Fore ward fast and backwards blindfolded
Trying to find gold buried in flood planes
Covered in blood stains
Fly bites and egg yolk
Running away with one of my legs broke

Sometimes it's lonesome
Traveling homeless
Not knowing where you're going
Riding the railroads
Pickups and sailboats
Most of the loco-motives
Once we decide to see some of the country side
Working with circus
Performers and cut-throats
Discussions with perfectionists, perverts and poets
Haven't you ever heard of the?
1200 hoboes?
We aren't vampires dressed like rock stars
We build campfires and ride box-cars
Town to town, we just write songs
And plus we stay up like all night long
'Cause we aren't vampires dressed like rock stars
We build campfires and ride box-cars
Town to town, we just write songs
And plus we stay up like all night long

20 some years is a long walk
Even if it's not in a straight line
You see a lot of things in the distance
You know what they say about great minds
You and I think about the same things
Dream the same dreams
Play the same games
We started out in the same place
Believe it or not we got the same names
Everything happens for a good cause
Whether it be victory or loss
And the road may turn into a run way
But you'll know what to do someday
Trust me I've seen it all before
I've climbed to the tops of the tallest trees
To get away from the deep water
To feel the touch of the smallest breeze
You'll find a girl with a low voice
Who holds the world in her bare hands
You'll fall in love you'll have no choice
Once you are given a fair chance
For the first time you will sleep well
Take a deep breath
See the sun shine
Hold on to her for dear life
And then watch the whole world unwind
Ask her to show you some magic
And I guarantee that she will say yes
Tell her you've seen forever and
You'll be together not a day less
Just know until that time comes
And after you cross that first mile
That the hardest part is behind you
And all the pain will be worthwhile
(From storm clouds, Come angels, Let pain give you pleasure
From dirt roads, to flowers, when faith can be measured
From storm clouds, Come angels, Let pain give you pleasure
From dirt roads, To Flowers, when faith can be measured.

I know a man who was born with his heart on the outside
Every man's worst fear he also had heavy hands
He couldn't touch his lovers face
He couldn't hold a baby
He would never desert them
But he was worried he would hurt them maybe
Mad at the world his face turned hot pink
The best he could do was just try to not think
But he was to bothered
So he would only try rarely
He read the last page of every book in the library
He lacked the charisma
Of a true revolutionary crime fighter
Would try to write but kept breaking his typewriter
He preaches manifesto militant radical
Was diligent but his greatest mistakes were gramatical
If he only spent more time rehearsing and preparing
There wouldn't have to be so much cursing and swearing
Eyes on fire
His volume was blistering
No one had taught him about the power of whispering
He is dynamite
Blows kisses
Eats dirt
His mouth of a volcano
He is a t-shirt
He stands on stilts
But doesn't stand for funny stuff
Ask me
He just hasn't been around the sun enough
He paints self-portraits
With a roller
Only eats corn
And then tries to sell his own soul
On a street corner
He always remembers everyone's numbers
And sometimes cries into his own cumbersome hands

(Scratching... Mixes?)
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind
And lord knows I try to close my eyes
But it happens so fast
I keep my eye on the ball
But still I never asked to be a fly on the wall
And like
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind
And lord knows I try to close my eyes
But it happens so fast
I keep my eye on the ball
But still I never asked to be a fly on the wall
Red beginning to end and measured sideways
I've traveled the length of your desert highways
Been under your bed
And slept in ditches
I saw your scars
Was kept in stitches
To keep from crying
I'm trying not to pay attention
But as I may have mentioned
I'm being held hostage
I'm lost and exhausted
I want to go home now
But I'm to far gone
And I don't even know how
The silent knight and tarnished armor
Charming and harmful
The charma chameleon
Might get violent
Dancing with shadows
And playing charades
It's the miscible plan
Of the invisible man
And what's it like
Living life
You may ask
Standing on the other side
A two way glass
Well it's not what it's cracked up to be
I'll tell you that much
You can look
But you can't touch
Like
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind
And lord knows I try to close my eyes
But it happens so fast
I keep my eye on the ball
But still I never asked to be a fly on the wall
And like
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind
And lord knows I try to close my eyes
But it happens so fast
I keep my eye on the ball
But still I never asked to be a fly on the wall
All I want to do
Is go fly a kite
Or take a hike
And try and keep myself
From taking a flying leap
There's ringing in my ears
Especially at night
Collidescopic visions of a cocaine cat fight
People play parlor games
Behind closed doors
Secrets are sacred
When nobody knows yours
But somebody does
You forgot about the bottom feeders
The dirty rotten cheaters
And all of us stock breeders
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind
And lord knows I try to close my eyes
But it happens so fast
I keep my eye on the ball
But still I never asked to be a fly on the wall
And like
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind
And lord knows I try to close my eyes
But it happens so fast
I keep my eye on the ball
But still I never asked to be a fly on the wall

歌曲翻譯 Buck 65 - Square 變成中文


(有些喃喃自语?)
今天的嬉皮士很快就会成为明天的广场
那是旧时的回声
穿越茂密的钢铁森林和焦土
总是遥不可及
乌鸦被谋杀审判了我的每一个脚步
我的骨头被冻了
身无分文,气喘吁吁
我在黑市狗水槽里洗过美丽的手
但是通过它,所有真正的根深蒂固的东西
是我梦dream以求的痛苦
我既拳打脚打,有时也开火
再没有我用精疲力尽的笔制成的吹气枪
我从天空中射出星星
当每个人都闪闪发光到地面上
我做了从未实现的愿望
愤怒的双眼天使的幻影
出现在每个新月
我自己的鬼魂会窃窃私语
如果我尝试爬树,树就会死
这个决定是为我做的
开始像噩梦一样诠释现实生活
(更多喃喃自语?)

降压65,降压65,降压65,降压65,降压65,降压65
看着已经死了的世界消失
我们被放逐和取缔的流浪
远方
就像狗饿了一样
时髦又生气,有时又很难看
像毒品一样的鼓使我们成为拾荒者
探路者,上瘾者和数学家
练习是一个黑魔法
我们用坏了的垃圾和倒霉的梦来制作音乐
骗子和输家
mus和土豚
吉普赛人和品脱小偷
小贩,卡片鲨鱼
我们所有人都住在森林里的算命先生
硬核,建造纸板堡垒
前病房快速后退蒙住眼睛
试图找到埋在洪水平面中的金
沾满了血迹
飞蝇叮咬和蛋黄
我的一只腿逃跑了

有时候很寂寞
无家可归
不知道要去哪里
骑铁路
皮卡和帆船
大多数机车
一旦我们决定去一些乡村地区
使用马戏团
表演者和喉咙
与完美主义者,变态者和诗人的讨论
你没听说过吗?
1200个流浪汉?
我们不是穿得像摇滚明星的吸血鬼
我们制造篝火并乘坐棚车
城镇之间,我们只写歌
而且我们像整夜一样熬夜
因为我们不是吸血鬼打扮得像摇滚明星一样
我们制造篝火并乘坐棚车
城镇之间,我们只写歌
而且我们像整夜一样熬夜

20年是很长的路
即使不是直线
你在远处看到很多东西
你知道他们对有头脑的人的评价
您和我在想同样的事情
做同样的梦
玩相同的游戏
我们从同一个地方开始
信不信由你,我们拥有相同的名字
一切都是有原因的
无论是胜利还是失败
道路可能会变成一条小路
但是你会知道有一天该怎么做
相信我,我之前已经看过所有
我已经爬到了最高的树木上
远离深水
感受微风拂面的感觉
您会发现一个声音低沉的女孩
谁能凭空掌握世界
你会坠入爱河,别无选择
一旦有机会获得
第一次您会睡得好
深呼吸
看阳光
抱住她,好好生活
然后看着全世界放松
让她给你看一些魔法
而且我保证她会说是
告诉她你已经永远见过,
你们在一起不会少一天
只知道直到那个时候
当你越过第一英里
最困难的部分在你身后
所有的痛苦都是值得的
(来自暴风云,天使来了,让痛苦带给您快乐
从土路到鲜花,只要可以衡量信仰
从暴风云中,来天使,让痛苦带给您快乐
从土路到鲜花,只要可以衡量信仰。

我认识一个男人,他的心生在外面
每个人最担心的是他也有沉重的双手
他无法抚摸恋人的脸
他无法抱着婴儿
他永远不会抛弃他们
但他担心自己会伤害他们
对世界发狂,他的脸变成粉红色
他能做的最好的就是只是不去思考
但是他很烦
所以他只会很少尝试
他阅读了图书馆中每本书的最后一页。
他缺乏魅力
真正的革命犯罪战士
会尝试写,但不断破坏他的打字机
他鼓吹宣言激进分子激进组织
勤奋,但他最大的错误是语法错误
如果他只花更多的时间进行排练和准备
不必这么咒骂和发誓
着火了
他的音量起泡
没有人教过他耳语的力量
他是炸药
吹吻
吃脏东西
他的火山口
他是T恤
他站在高跷上
但是并不代表有趣的东西
问我
他只是还没到太阳附近
他画自画像
带滚轮
只吃玉米
然后尝试出售自己的灵魂
在街角
他总是记得每个人的电话号码
有时会哭到自己笨拙的手中

(抓挠...混合吗?)
有时候愚蠢的罪行令我震惊
主知道我要闭上眼睛
但是发生得这么快
我一直盯着球
但是我仍然从没要求成为苍蝇在墙上
就像
有时候愚蠢的罪行让我震惊
主知道我要闭上眼睛
但是发生得这么快
我一直盯着球
但是我仍然从没要求成为苍蝇在墙上
红色开始到结束并横向测量
我已经走过了您沙漠公路的长度
一直在你的床下
睡在沟渠里
我看到了你的伤痕
一直缝在
避免哭泣
我正试着不注意
但正如我可能提到的那样
我被扣为人质
我迷路了,筋疲力尽
我现在要回家
但我已经不见了
而且我什至不知道
沉默的骑士和失去光泽的盔甲
迷人而有害
魅惑变色龙
可能会变得暴力
与阴影共舞
和玩木乃伊
这是混溶的计划
隐形人的
那是什么
生活生活
您可能会问
站在另一边
双向玻璃
好吧,这不是它被破解的原因
我会告诉你很多
你可以看
但是你不能碰
喜欢
有时候愚蠢的罪行令我震惊
主知道我要闭上眼睛
但是发生得这么快
我一直盯着球
但是我仍然从没要求成为苍蝇在墙上
就像
有时候愚蠢的罪行让我震惊
主知道我要闭上眼睛
但是发生得这么快
我一直盯着球
但是我仍然从没要求成为苍蝇在墙上
我只想做
是去放风筝吗?
或远足
并保持自己
从飞跃飞跃
我的耳朵响了
尤其是晚上
可卡因猫打架的碰撞视觉
人们玩客厅游戏
闭门背后
秘密是神圣的
当没人知道你的时候
但是有人做到了
您忘记了底部进纸器
肮脏的烂作弊者
还有我们所有人的饲养员
有时候愚蠢的罪行令我震惊
主知道我要闭上眼睛
但是发生得这么快
我一直盯着球
但是我仍然从没要求成为苍蝇在墙上
就像
有时候愚蠢的罪行令我震惊
主知道我要闭上眼睛
但是发生得这么快
我一直盯着球
但是我还是从来没有要求成为苍蝇


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