Silence Is Golden - Boyd Rice.mp3

Silence Is Golden - Boyd Rice.mp3
Silence Is Golden-Boyd Rice (无损音质) 专享
[00:28.14]If I had a pist...
[00:28.14]If I had a pistol to hold in my hand
[00:32.91]I'd hunt down and silence the Good Humour man,
[00:36.93]I'd pour sticky ice cream all over his wound
[00:41.13]and stop him forever from playing his tune.
[00:45.93]For Silence is golden on a soft summers day.
[00:51.00]It's a pity to let strangers take it away.
[00:56.85]If ever I get me a license to kill
[01:01.38]I'll war on the jukebox and jackhammer till
[01:06.00]the wind and rain rust up all their parts
[01:10.83]and the worms and the woodchucks dissect their hearts.
[01:16.50]For silence is golden and hard to be found,
[01:21.84]and killed far too often by the jackhammer's sound.
[01:27.60]If diesels and dump trucks and gossips were words
[01:33.33]I'd feed them like kernels of corn to the birds
[01:38.10]and then all the thumping and bumping and pounds
[01:42.66]would come out forever like pretty bird sounds.
[01:48.81]For silence is golden and soft as a tear.
[01:54.72]The soft sound of empty is the next voice you'll hear.
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