By Torpedo or Crohn’s - WHY?

By Torpedo or Crohn's - WHY?

Sleeping late I hear the sad horns of labor trucks sigh
沉睡中，我听见劳动卡车的悲鸣
My neighbor walks by
邻居走过
High heels click dry like half a proud horse down brook
高跟鞋干涩地敲击，像半匹骄傲的马儿漫步溪边
I hear somebody's babbling I mistook for a cavalry
我误将某人的呢喃当作骑兵的喧嚣
Whispering victory to the sparks in their kindling
对着他们点燃的火花低语胜利
But all their green woods wet
但他们的绿林湿漉
And unmet as of yet by the gases of flame
尚未被火焰的气息触及
Pressing against the pending physics of my passed down last name
背负着家族姓氏的重压，我挣扎前行
Living in the tear between two spacescondemned
生活在两个空间的撕裂中，被命运审判
In one of the many places you're not I am
在无数你不曾到过的地方，我独自存在
Hiding from my friends in the bathroom at thrift town
躲在二手店的洗手间里，躲避朋友的视线
To write this tune down
只为写下这段旋律
La la la la la la la la la da da da da da da da da da da la

Today after lunch
今天午餐后
I got sick and blew chunks all over my new shoes
我病倒了，吐得新鞋上到处都是
In a lot behind whole foods
在Whole Foods超市后面的空地上
This is a new kind of blues
这是一种全新的忧郁
And what about losing limb or loved one
失去肢体或挚爱又如何
In a duel dissatisfies you of seems just
在决斗中让你不满的似乎只是
As a kid I did not sh*t my pants much
小时候我很少弄脏裤子
Why start now with this stuff
为何现在却开始这样
And I do not bluffsecond caller gets bit by a dog or jeff dahmer
我不是在虚张声势，第二个打电话的人被狗咬了，或是杰夫·达默
Kisses or stitches no mitt for these pitches
亲吻还是缝合，这些投球没有手套
Lone pone onemaster of the cheap pun
孤独的廉价双关语大师
If I'm not raw I'm just a bit underdone
如果我不够生猛，那也只是半生不熟
But I'd be o k cool as a railif they'd just let us have healthfood in hell
但如果他们允许地狱里有健康食品，我会像铁轨一样冷静
La la la la la la la la la da da da da da da da da da da la

Good heaven's background radiation and the black arts of waiting
天堂的背景辐射和等待的黑魔法
Not the same since I switched my hair part and started shaving
自从我换了发型并开始刮胡子，一切都不一样了
Got hexed my hidden hair gone corners
被诅咒的隐藏发角
Oh I'll never be a joinerlife long local foreigner I
哦，我永远不会成为加入者，终身的本地外国人
Raw lunghome grown fake in coed naked choir
粗糙的肺部，家中自种的假象，在男女混合的**合唱团中
Second tenorhighest riseblessed clever compromister
第二男高音，音调最高，被祝福的聪明妥协者
I'll be proudly mouthing watermelon every song
我会骄傲地唱着每一首歌，嘴里塞满西瓜
I put the phone to my ear but all I hear's a dial tone
我把电话贴在耳边，却只听到拨号音
Will they map my skull and wrap my bones when my wig is gone
当我的假发消失时，他们会测绘我的头骨，包裹我的骨头吗
No I'll go unknown by torpedo or crohn's
不，我会默默无闻，被鱼雷或克罗恩病带走
Only those evil live to see their own likeness in stone
只有那些邪恶的人才能看到自己的石像
My brother said
我哥哥说
La la la la la la la la la da da da da da da da da da da la da