Tiny Ruins 的热门歌曲
制作
出演艺人
Tiny Ruins
表演者
Hollie Fullbrook
Wurlitzer 钢琴
Finn Scholes
小号
Tom Healy
电吉他
作曲和作词
Hollie Fullbrook
词曲作者
制作和工程
Hollie Fullbrook
制作人
歌词
When you got home from work, you just lay on your bed,
Went through your papers - some things don't make sense.
Gotta be solid to hold sway, unsoldered to win the day,
You're a soldier it's okay, tell yourself it's okay,
Spinning straw into gold,
Straw into gold.
Well the maritime pines, four sails on the horizon,
The closing-down place I almost bought the mandolin,
Voluminous squid and the knife-wielding fishermen,
Stationary shop, mandarin trees laden,
Spinning straw into gold,
Straw into gold.
'That's rich coming from you', he said,
'You're impossible!'
In his long oil-skin coat,
I said 'you're no picnic neither',
No, you're no picnic neither.
But the din here is loudening, and I don't believe it -
The banks have all broken - we've got to cash all our chips in.
Freddy gave us his advice,
Slinging spirits, two cubes of ice.
He says we're lumps of molasses,
Singing out our asses,
Spinning straw into gold,
Straw into gold.
And I've got all I need,
Wild animals got you.
There's nothing more I'd like
Than to have you in the room.
But the din here is loudening, and I don't believe it –
Strings behind everything, and it's just a matter of learning...
Spinning straw into gold,
Straw into gold.
Writer(s): Hollie Fullbrook, Cass Mitchell, Alexander Freer
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