| 作词 : Alexander Gow | |
| 作曲 : Alexander Gow | |
| Dionysus was a rebel priest | |
| To holy heights his reputation reached | |
| To Mount Olympus and its pious peaks | |
| Dionysus brought his rebel beats | |
| No gazes met, and nobody got dancing | |
| No hi hellos, no pony scene a'prancing | |
| Hopes are low and misery advancing | |
| In comes a man with a madness in his eye | |
| Of a double birth, spent a little time in daddy's thigh | |
| Gomblet in hand, a master of the grapevine | |
| Of revelries, a ritual madness | |
| He saved the people, saved them from their sadness | |
| His fame it stretched from west to east | |
| Music to the ears of the nearly deceased | |
| And Dionysus was a rebel priest | |
| To holy heights his reputation reached | |
| To Mount Olympus and its pious peaks | |
| Dionysus brought his rebel beats | |
| Word on the street, he talked of new horizons | |
| The scene was set, no need for improvising | |
| His rebel beats and on the altar of Venus jivin' | |
| In harmony with heaven's holy choir | |
| Phebus and Orpheus plucking on their lyres | |
| Passion burning brighter than Hades' fire | |
| Hearts were high, high and only getting higher | |
| Dionysus was a rebel priest | |
| To holy heights his reputation reached | |
| To Mount Olympus and its pious peaks | |
| Dionysus brought his rebel beats | |
| Seasons came and went, the fever never let down | |
| Our rebel friend getting up just to get down | |
| There seemed no end to the rolling feast | |
| So pretty Rosy Dawn, up and called the police | |
| Dionysus was a rebel priest | |
| To holy heights his reputation reached | |
| To Mount Olympus and its pious peaks | |
| Dionysus brought his rebel beats |
| zuo ci : Alexander Gow | |
| zuo qu : Alexander Gow | |
| Dionysus was a rebel priest | |
| To holy heights his reputation reached | |
| To Mount Olympus and its pious peaks | |
| Dionysus brought his rebel beats | |
| No gazes met, and nobody got dancing | |
| No hi hellos, no pony scene a' prancing | |
| Hopes are low and misery advancing | |
| In comes a man with a madness in his eye | |
| Of a double birth, spent a little time in daddy' s thigh | |
| Gomblet in hand, a master of the grapevine | |
| Of revelries, a ritual madness | |
| He saved the people, saved them from their sadness | |
| His fame it stretched from west to east | |
| Music to the ears of the nearly deceased | |
| And Dionysus was a rebel priest | |
| To holy heights his reputation reached | |
| To Mount Olympus and its pious peaks | |
| Dionysus brought his rebel beats | |
| Word on the street, he talked of new horizons | |
| The scene was set, no need for improvising | |
| His rebel beats and on the altar of Venus jivin' | |
| In harmony with heaven' s holy choir | |
| Phebus and Orpheus plucking on their lyres | |
| Passion burning brighter than Hades' fire | |
| Hearts were high, high and only getting higher | |
| Dionysus was a rebel priest | |
| To holy heights his reputation reached | |
| To Mount Olympus and its pious peaks | |
| Dionysus brought his rebel beats | |
| Seasons came and went, the fever never let down | |
| Our rebel friend getting up just to get down | |
| There seemed no end to the rolling feast | |
| So pretty Rosy Dawn, up and called the police | |
| Dionysus was a rebel priest | |
| To holy heights his reputation reached | |
| To Mount Olympus and its pious peaks | |
| Dionysus brought his rebel beats |
| zuò cí : Alexander Gow | |
| zuò qǔ : Alexander Gow | |
| Dionysus was a rebel priest | |
| To holy heights his reputation reached | |
| To Mount Olympus and its pious peaks | |
| Dionysus brought his rebel beats | |
| No gazes met, and nobody got dancing | |
| No hi hellos, no pony scene a' prancing | |
| Hopes are low and misery advancing | |
| In comes a man with a madness in his eye | |
| Of a double birth, spent a little time in daddy' s thigh | |
| Gomblet in hand, a master of the grapevine | |
| Of revelries, a ritual madness | |
| He saved the people, saved them from their sadness | |
| His fame it stretched from west to east | |
| Music to the ears of the nearly deceased | |
| And Dionysus was a rebel priest | |
| To holy heights his reputation reached | |
| To Mount Olympus and its pious peaks | |
| Dionysus brought his rebel beats | |
| Word on the street, he talked of new horizons | |
| The scene was set, no need for improvising | |
| His rebel beats and on the altar of Venus jivin' | |
| In harmony with heaven' s holy choir | |
| Phebus and Orpheus plucking on their lyres | |
| Passion burning brighter than Hades' fire | |
| Hearts were high, high and only getting higher | |
| Dionysus was a rebel priest | |
| To holy heights his reputation reached | |
| To Mount Olympus and its pious peaks | |
| Dionysus brought his rebel beats | |
| Seasons came and went, the fever never let down | |
| Our rebel friend getting up just to get down | |
| There seemed no end to the rolling feast | |
| So pretty Rosy Dawn, up and called the police | |
| Dionysus was a rebel priest | |
| To holy heights his reputation reached | |
| To Mount Olympus and its pious peaks | |
| Dionysus brought his rebel beats |
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