《Achilles and the Tortoise》歌词

[00:00:00] Achilles and the Tortoise - Buck 65

[00:00:32] This collection of sketches rough and scattered is arranged by instinct

[00:00:42] There's entropy at work but mostly it happened by accident

[00:00:49] Sure a story goes with this

[00:00:51] But for it to make sense you'd have to be me

[00:00:56] And for it to make dollars I would have to be something I despise

[00:01:03] Don't ask me how I managed no one gets paid to make change

[00:01:12] Every morning I salute the flag turn

[00:01:16] Grab the fingers of my left hand behind my back and continue my search

[00:01:24] I'm wondering how I got here

[00:01:28] Who besides me is responsible

[00:01:32] I'm not the young man I was when I first wrote the code

[00:01:38] Now I don't have it in me to fuss over much

[00:01:42] I need sleep more than ever before

[00:01:49] What remains of my violence is so precious

[00:01:55] I keep it all of it to myself

[00:01:59] What frightens me most now is my gradual loss of hearing

[00:02:04] I'm guided more and more by vibes

[00:02:09] I shield my eyes from flickering images

[00:02:11] And document my dreams with as much detail as possible

[00:02:17] I figure I'll write my book when its all I can do

[00:02:21] But I don't know

[00:02:25] Have you any idea how hot these sands are

[00:02:31] Ya I come in contact with the odd scavenger here and there

[00:02:35] But those encounters rarely amount to much

[00:02:41] I just gaze the same few black and white photographs

[00:02:46] Distant loves long lost souls diamonds of my most glorious moments

[00:02:54] I remember the gold rush

[00:02:56] Ya she makes me laugh now to think of the risks I took

[00:03:03] The monuments will remain and that's all that matters but the question always becomes

[00:03:13] Am I happy

[00:03:26] When young we mourn for one woman

[00:03:31] When we grow old for woman in general

[00:03:37] The tradgey in life is man is never free

[00:03:42] Yet strives for what can never be

[00:03:48] The thing most feared in secret always happens

[00:03:53] My life my love where are they now

[00:03:58] But the more the pain grows the more this instinct for life somehow asserts itself

[00:04:05] The necessary beauty in life is giving yourself to it completely

[00:04:11] Only later will it clarify itself as not coherent

[00:04:25] I wandered the fields and listen for the sound of drums

[00:04:27] The colder the ground becomes the closer I get I home

[00:04:30] The planets not fit to roam but with all the chaos

[00:04:32] But when I saw the savages I played the law of averages

[00:04:35] And when the river splits in half I start to lose my wits and laugh

[00:04:38] And cry at the same time there's nothing I can do about it

[00:04:40] Even though I wouldn't doubt it if the winds began to blow

[00:04:43] And carry the sounds of my voice to the lands below

[00:04:45] So I put my hands around my mouth and hollered to the sunken city

[00:04:48] That wallows in the filth of its own drunken pity

[00:04:51] And wait to see a signal but a signal is never seen

[00:04:53] Eventually fatigue builds inside me exponentially and so I sleep

[00:04:57] And dream that I'm able to fly

[00:04:59] They will respect a man with wings

[00:05:01] Later I awake in agony and learn

[00:05:03] That while I was sleeping the city had burned

[00:05:06] Shrugging my shoulders I paused and gathered thoughts

[00:05:08] Think twice about staying put then decide I rather not

[00:05:11] So I press on in my agnostic pilgrimage

[00:05:14] Knowing that I can swim deeper than the grim reaper

[00:05:16] Ready for whatever sea creatures may abound

[00:05:18] When the water swallows me and not the other way around

[00:05:21] Survival saw me through the mechanical district

[00:05:24] Starvation leads to being cannibalistic

[00:05:26] I have to rely on cons and silence and non talking quick

[00:05:29] Defending myself with nothing but this walking stick

[00:05:32] I've never had friends and no parental guidance

[00:05:34] I'm wild at heart and weird on top I'm feared nonstop

[00:05:38] Even though my rage is worn out

[00:05:39] My life's a book with several pages torn out

[00:05:42] I just climb trees and look for rhythm everywhere

[00:06:07] I used to be the town crier in a city of stone throwers

[00:06:10] Until my soul was laid bare and displayed in the pearled square

[00:06:13] Ignored more than a lot not less no one understood my thought process

[00:06:17] I was gagged and bound over noise complaints

[00:06:20] But commanding the resolve that destroys constraints

[00:06:22] I found my escape in a melding of memories

[00:06:26] The next thing I know I'm rowing this boat

[00:06:28] And blowing this note on an old tarnished trumpet

[00:06:33] Ever since then I've been wondering lots

[00:06:36] Watching the sky and pondering thoughts

[00:06:39] Strange angel music box genie

[00:06:41] Behind for some time and now I'm blind in one eye

[00:06:43] And how this happened exactly will never be known

[00:06:50] My thoughts take the shape of the hang man's house

[00:06:55] Never fails in time traveling salesman visiting