Pink Matter – 英语/中文 双语歌词

• 作者: Frank Ocean, André 3000
• 专辑: channel ORANGE

歌词与翻译

[中文]

还有那些你能为我换钱的桃子和芒果

你觉得我的大脑是用来干什么的？

难道它只是一个存放思想的容器吗？

这庞大的、灰色的脑质

...

恩师回答道：“你的女人是什么？”

“她只是一个孕育生命的容器吗？”

那柔软的、粉色的脑质

像棉花糖，像魔人布欧，噢，噢，噢

闭上双眼，坠入你的怀抱，你，你

...

天哪，她带给我无尽的愉悦

...

如果天空和繁星只是为了作秀呢？

而外星人正在直播观看

从那片紫色的星云之中？

...

恩师陷入了沉默，随后变得暴躁

我们切磋搏斗，直到精疲力竭

一切都不再重要

棉花糖，魔人布欧，噢，噢，噢，噢

调暗灯光，坠入你的怀抱，你，你，噢—噢

天哪，带给我愉悦，愉悦

愉悦，愉悦

愉悦超越了物质

...

嘿，嘿

自从你离开后，我一直处于戒断反应中

和你通话曾是我的一种习惯

我完全变了个人，不得不告诉自己：“不

她还是跟那些有正经工作的家伙在一起比较好”

我不想把她卷进来

晚餐时，本杰明先生正满怀敬畏地坐着

跳进我的车，驾车远行

远得太近了，而我记得我的记忆力并不敏锐

像把黄油刀，唉，生活也不过如此

我正在为你们造一座钟，等等，我以为我是海明威呢？

她的身材足以让任何一个

非南方的人感到畏惧，但哥们儿我不会，亲爱的

如果模特是用来走秀的，那肉感女孩就是用来拥抱的

转换世界，那时我们可以依偎在一起

谁还需要别的朋友？我只想牵你的手

你不需要别的男人，我们会逃往异国他乡

...

(灰色的脑质)

...

(蓝色曾是我最爱的颜色)

(现在我别无选择)

(蓝色的脑质)

你很擅长变坏，没错

你很不擅长变好，噢

看在上帝的份上，去死吧（去地狱吧）

敲敲木头，转转运，嘿

你很擅长变坏（你很不擅长变好）

你很不擅长变好（看在上帝的份上，去死吧）

看在上帝的份上，去死吧（敲敲，敲敲木头）

敲敲，敲敲，敲敲木头

说实话，当那片海洋如此该死的迷人

就让她去擦拭那该死的甲板

让她走上那该死的跳板

让她去抢那该死的银行

不戴面具，只拿一把生锈的左轮手枪

...

[英语]

And the peaches and the mangos that you could sell for me

What do you think my brain is made for?

Is it just a container for the mind?

This great, grey matter

Sensei replied, "What is your woman?

Is she just a container for the child?"

That soft, pink matter

Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh

Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you

My God, she's giving me pleasure

What if the sky and the stars are for show?

And the aliens are watching live

From the purple matter?

Sensei went quiet, then violent

And we sparred until we both grew tired

Nothing mattered

Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, ooh, ooh

Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you, ooh-ooh

My God, giving me pleasure, pleasure

Pleasure, pleasure

Pleasure over matter

Hey, hey

Since you been gone, I been havin' withdrawals

You were such a habit to call

I ain't myself at all, had to tell myself, "Naw

She better with some fella with a regular job"

I didn't wanna get her involved

By dinner, Mr. Benjamin was sittin' in awe

Hopped into my car, drove far

Far's too close and I remember my memory's no sharp

Butter knife, what a life, anyway

I'm building y'all a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway?

She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate

Any of 'em that were un-southern, not me, cousin

If models are made for modelin', thick girls are made for cuddlin'

Switch worlds and we can huddle then

Who needs another friend? I need to hold your hand

You'd need no other man, we'd flee to other lands

(Grey matter)

(Blue used to be my favorite color)

(Now I ain't got no choice)

(Blue matter)

You're good at bein' bad, yeah

You're bad at bein' good, oh

For heaven's sakes, go to hell

Knock, knock on wood, hey

You're good at bein' bad (you're bad at bein' good)

You're bad at bein' good (for heaven's sakes, go to hell)

For heaven's sakes, go to hell (knock, knock, knock on wood)

Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood

Well, frankly, when that ocean so motherfuckin' good

Make her swab the motherfuckin' wood

Make her walk the motherfuckin' plank

Make her rob a motherfuckin' bank

With no mask on and a rusty revolver