歌曲 | Archangels Thunderbird |
歌手 | Amon Düül |
专辑 | Live in London [United] |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Amon Duul II, Loch | |
When the everywhere-eye asks you | |
Who is the emperor of the sky | |
Take the archangel's thunderbird | |
Go to Edgar Allan in the tower of sleep | |
He'll tell you a story which makes you to creep | |
The echo of your cries is falling so deep | |
Rent a destroyer and sail to Cape Cod | |
There lives a lion, they call him God | |
There is no elevator to Eden, but a hole in the sky | |
In shock-corridors standing | |
People with their eyes in their hands | |
But they don't understand | |
Don't get with your confessional | |
Flare into the vaulting flight of stairs | |
Baiting soldiers sleeping in melting house of wax | |
Why is the audience not taking the insurrection-axe | |
Thousands of windows burst open | |
And alarm bells are broken |
zuo ci : Amon Duul II, Loch | |
When the everywhereeye asks you | |
Who is the emperor of the sky | |
Take the archangel' s thunderbird | |
Go to Edgar Allan in the tower of sleep | |
He' ll tell you a story which makes you to creep | |
The echo of your cries is falling so deep | |
Rent a destroyer and sail to Cape Cod | |
There lives a lion, they call him God | |
There is no elevator to Eden, but a hole in the sky | |
In shockcorridors standing | |
People with their eyes in their hands | |
But they don' t understand | |
Don' t get with your confessional | |
Flare into the vaulting flight of stairs | |
Baiting soldiers sleeping in melting house of wax | |
Why is the audience not taking the insurrectionaxe | |
Thousands of windows burst open | |
And alarm bells are broken |
zuò cí : Amon Duul II, Loch | |
When the everywhereeye asks you | |
Who is the emperor of the sky | |
Take the archangel' s thunderbird | |
Go to Edgar Allan in the tower of sleep | |
He' ll tell you a story which makes you to creep | |
The echo of your cries is falling so deep | |
Rent a destroyer and sail to Cape Cod | |
There lives a lion, they call him God | |
There is no elevator to Eden, but a hole in the sky | |
In shockcorridors standing | |
People with their eyes in their hands | |
But they don' t understand | |
Don' t get with your confessional | |
Flare into the vaulting flight of stairs | |
Baiting soldiers sleeping in melting house of wax | |
Why is the audience not taking the insurrectionaxe | |
Thousands of windows burst open | |
And alarm bells are broken |