[00:00.000] 作曲 : Don Van Vliet[00:06.334]Brickbats fly at my fireplace[00:08.998]Upside down, I see them in the fire[00:12.070]They squeak and roast there[00:17.099]Wings leap across the floor[00:19.330]Fold up the wall shadows[00:24.385]The window curtain ghost[00:26.232]Throws my heart and dusts my throat[00:30.501]My mind caught by the corner[00:33.500]Gradually decides it's safe[00:36.013]Becomes a bat itself[00:40.242]Flexes its little claws[00:42.658]Tests its leather wings[00:44.594]With loud, hollow pops[00:48.698]Around the room[00:50.233]Threatening to dash its brains[00:53.747]Somehow at the last minute[00:56.013]Retreats and becomes a natural glue[00:59.748]That holds fast and slow[01:02.871]'N every other motion[01:05.221]Making the night more interesting[01:11.956]Becomes a cold, liquid breeze[01:16.595]That freezes and thaws[01:18.991]And pours the surroundings full[01:22.261]As no breath can be taken[01:24.906]It drowns and relieves[01:29.019]To see the black turn into yellow[01:33.980]And the yellow into black[01:37.817]Brickbats[01:45.880]Brickbats[01:55.991]Brickbats[02:07.430]Brickbats