《Hollow Hollered》歌词

[00:00:00] Hollow Hollered - Subtle

[00:00:19] Your blood owns no bones,

[00:00:21] With mailmen in your home

[00:00:24] Holding a knife to your poems

[00:00:27] To hollow all you’re sown

[00:00:28] And holler ‘goner, you’re owned.’

[00:00:30] Your blood owns no bones,

[00:00:32] With mailmen in your home

[00:00:34] Holding a knife to your poems

[00:00:38] To hollow all you’re sown

[00:00:39] And holler ‘goner, you’re owned.’

[00:00:41] And supposing you was meant

[00:00:42] To be bent born some sort of law man,

[00:00:44] With the poise of an intellectual

[00:00:46] And hunch of a clerk,

[00:00:47] And disposition of a saint

[00:00:48] And they’d say,

[00:00:49] “he is always with cancel eye and ever correct’

[00:00:52] And knowing that

[00:00:54] Are you less

[00:00:55] In the ever so complicated endeavor of a human death

[00:01:01] There are only two species set to death on earth

[00:01:05] The creature of choice

[00:01:07] There are only two species set to death on earth...

[00:01:12] There are only two species set to death on earth...

[00:01:17] There are only two species set to death on earth...

[00:01:23] Are you?

[00:01:43] And supposing you was meant to be bent sole keeper

[00:01:45] Of the kilometer-long list of things certain to be so.

[00:01:49] The human plight right there in 1’s and 0’s.

[00:01:52] And he who knows all that’s owed

[00:01:54] You’d think would be considerably more fearless,

[00:01:57] Unless, of course, he feels this

[00:01:59] Heat of something coming to adjust his

[00:02:02] Eminence accordingly

[00:02:04] To go on stealing poems,

[00:02:06] From the homed armed with only a key comb

[00:02:09] Letter opener carved from bone wish,

[00:02:11] With which to pick

[00:02:13] The simple levers of locks

[00:02:14] To fly things well beyond the sky of your clock.

[00:02:31] Your blood owns no bones,

[00:02:32] With mailmen in your home

[00:02:34] Holding a knife to your poems

[00:02:38] To hollow all you’re sown

[00:02:39] And holler ‘goner, you’re owned.’

[00:02:41] Your blood owns no bones,

[00:02:43] With mailmen in your home

[00:02:45] Holding a knife to your poems

[00:02:48] To hollow all you’re sown

[00:02:50] And holler ‘goner, you’re owned.’