歌曲 | The Ghost Song |
歌手 | The Doors |
专辑 | An American Prayer |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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[00:00.00] | 作词 : Densmore, Krieger, Manzarek ... |
[00:18.69] | Awake |
[00:22.32] | Shake dreams from your hair |
[00:23.84] | My pretty child, my sweet one |
[00:25.87] | Choose the day, choose the sign of your day |
[00:28.39] | The day's divinity |
[00:30.57] | First thing you see |
[00:38.47] | A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon |
[00:43.99] | Couples naked race down by it's quiet side |
[00:49.36] | And we laugh like soft, mad children |
[00:52.29] | Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy |
[00:57.54] | The music and voices are all around us |
[01:08.09] | |
[01:18.37] | Choose they croon the ancient ones |
[01:20.68] | The time has come again |
[01:21.50] | Choose now, they croon |
[01:23.67] | Beneath the moon |
[01:24.63] | Beside an ancient lake |
[01:27.46] | Enter again the sweet forest |
[01:29.83] | Enter the hot dream |
[01:31.05] | Come with us |
[01:32.87] | Everything is broken up and dances |
[01:37.82] | |
[02:28.96] | Indians scattered, on darms highway bleeding |
[02:32.44] | Ghosts crowd the young child's |
[02:34.52] | Fragile eggshell mind |
[02:41.00] | We have assembled inside |
[02:41.60] | This ancient and insane theater |
[02:43.98] | To propagate our lust for our life |
[02:46.17] | And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets |
[02:51.77] | |
[02:54.89] | The barns have stormed |
[02:56.10] | The windows kept |
[02:57.46] | And only one of all the rest |
[02:59.17] | To dance and save us |
[03:00.57] | From the divine mockery of words |
[03:03.24] | Music inflames temperament |
[03:07.88] | |
[03:22.04] | Ooh great creator of being |
[03:23.30] | Grant us one more hour, to perform our art |
[03:26.22] | And perfect our lives |
[03:32.27] | We need great golden copulation's |
[03:44.34] | When true kings murders |
[03:45.00] | Are allowed to roam free |
[03:46.81] | A thousand musicians arise from the land |
[03:54.72] | Where are the feast we are promised? |
[04:05.77] | |
[04:40.92] | One more thing |
[04:52.92] | Thank you oh lord |
[04:54.03] | For the white blind light |
[04:57.81] | Thank you oh lord |
[04:58.93] | For the white blind light |
[05:02.05] | A city rises from the sea |
[05:06.89] | I had a splitting headache |
[05:09.51] | From which the future is made |
ti: | |
ar: | |
al: | |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Densmore, Krieger, Manzarek ... |
[00:18.69] | Awake |
[00:22.32] | Shake dreams from your hair |
[00:23.84] | My pretty child, my sweet one |
[00:25.87] | Choose the day, choose the sign of your day |
[00:28.39] | The day' s divinity |
[00:30.57] | First thing you see |
[00:38.47] | A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon |
[00:43.99] | Couples naked race down by it' s quiet side |
[00:49.36] | And we laugh like soft, mad children |
[00:52.29] | Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy |
[00:57.54] | The music and voices are all around us |
[01:08.09] | |
[01:18.37] | Choose they croon the ancient ones |
[01:20.68] | The time has come again |
[01:21.50] | Choose now, they croon |
[01:23.67] | Beneath the moon |
[01:24.63] | Beside an ancient lake |
[01:27.46] | Enter again the sweet forest |
[01:29.83] | Enter the hot dream |
[01:31.05] | Come with us |
[01:32.87] | Everything is broken up and dances |
[01:37.82] | |
[02:28.96] | Indians scattered, on darms highway bleeding |
[02:32.44] | Ghosts crowd the young child' s |
[02:34.52] | Fragile eggshell mind |
[02:41.00] | We have assembled inside |
[02:41.60] | This ancient and insane theater |
[02:43.98] | To propagate our lust for our life |
[02:46.17] | And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets |
[02:51.77] | |
[02:54.89] | The barns have stormed |
[02:56.10] | The windows kept |
[02:57.46] | And only one of all the rest |
[02:59.17] | To dance and save us |
[03:00.57] | From the divine mockery of words |
[03:03.24] | Music inflames temperament |
[03:07.88] | |
[03:22.04] | Ooh great creator of being |
[03:23.30] | Grant us one more hour, to perform our art |
[03:26.22] | And perfect our lives |
[03:32.27] | We need great golden copulation' s |
[03:44.34] | When true kings murders |
[03:45.00] | Are allowed to roam free |
[03:46.81] | A thousand musicians arise from the land |
[03:54.72] | Where are the feast we are promised? |
[04:05.77] | |
[04:40.92] | One more thing |
[04:52.92] | Thank you oh lord |
[04:54.03] | For the white blind light |
[04:57.81] | Thank you oh lord |
[04:58.93] | For the white blind light |
[05:02.05] | A city rises from the sea |
[05:06.89] | I had a splitting headache |
[05:09.51] | From which the future is made |
ti: | |
ar: | |
al: | |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Densmore, Krieger, Manzarek ... |
[00:18.69] | Awake |
[00:22.32] | Shake dreams from your hair |
[00:23.84] | My pretty child, my sweet one |
[00:25.87] | Choose the day, choose the sign of your day |
[00:28.39] | The day' s divinity |
[00:30.57] | First thing you see |
[00:38.47] | A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon |
[00:43.99] | Couples naked race down by it' s quiet side |
[00:49.36] | And we laugh like soft, mad children |
[00:52.29] | Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy |
[00:57.54] | The music and voices are all around us |
[01:08.09] | |
[01:18.37] | Choose they croon the ancient ones |
[01:20.68] | The time has come again |
[01:21.50] | Choose now, they croon |
[01:23.67] | Beneath the moon |
[01:24.63] | Beside an ancient lake |
[01:27.46] | Enter again the sweet forest |
[01:29.83] | Enter the hot dream |
[01:31.05] | Come with us |
[01:32.87] | Everything is broken up and dances |
[01:37.82] | |
[02:28.96] | Indians scattered, on darms highway bleeding |
[02:32.44] | Ghosts crowd the young child' s |
[02:34.52] | Fragile eggshell mind |
[02:41.00] | We have assembled inside |
[02:41.60] | This ancient and insane theater |
[02:43.98] | To propagate our lust for our life |
[02:46.17] | And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets |
[02:51.77] | |
[02:54.89] | The barns have stormed |
[02:56.10] | The windows kept |
[02:57.46] | And only one of all the rest |
[02:59.17] | To dance and save us |
[03:00.57] | From the divine mockery of words |
[03:03.24] | Music inflames temperament |
[03:07.88] | |
[03:22.04] | Ooh great creator of being |
[03:23.30] | Grant us one more hour, to perform our art |
[03:26.22] | And perfect our lives |
[03:32.27] | We need great golden copulation' s |
[03:44.34] | When true kings murders |
[03:45.00] | Are allowed to roam free |
[03:46.81] | A thousand musicians arise from the land |
[03:54.72] | Where are the feast we are promised? |
[04:05.77] | |
[04:40.92] | One more thing |
[04:52.92] | Thank you oh lord |
[04:54.03] | For the white blind light |
[04:57.81] | Thank you oh lord |
[04:58.93] | For the white blind light |
[05:02.05] | A city rises from the sea |
[05:06.89] | I had a splitting headache |
[05:09.51] | From which the future is made |
[00:18.69] | 喂,快醒醒 |
[00:22.32] | 将残留的美梦从你的发间摇落 |
[00:23.84] | 我甜美的孩子 |
[00:25.87] | 选择一天吧,并给你的这一天做上标记 |
[00:28.39] | 这天将是神圣的 |
[00:30.57] | 首先你将看到是: |
[00:38.47] | 在冷冷地宝石般闪耀的月光下,广袤无垠的银色沙滩 |
[00:43.99] | 爱人们在静谧处追逐打闹 |
[00:49.36] | 我们笑着,像是温柔又疯狂的野孩子 |
[00:52.29] | 棉花般纯洁婴孩似的大脑只觉飘忽得意 |
[00:57.54] | 那些音乐和嗓音飘渺地围绕着我们 |
[01:18.37] | 选择吧,他们低声吟唱着古老的歌谣 |
[01:20.68] | 那个时刻将再次来临 |
[01:21.50] | 现在做出决定吧,他们低吟 |
[01:23.67] | 在清冷的月光下 |
[01:24.63] | 在古老的湖泊边 |
[01:27.46] | 再次进入那个甜蜜的森林 |
[01:29.83] | 再次进入那个炽热的梦 |
[01:31.05] | 来吧,跟我们一起 |
[01:32.87] | 万物皆破碎且疯狂舞蹈 |
[02:28.96] | 印第安工人散在公路上,流血不止 |
[02:32.44] | 他们的鬼魂从此充斥了 |
[02:34.52] | 年轻孩子那蛋壳般易碎的心智 |
[02:41.00] | 我们集合在这个 |
[02:41.60] | 古老疯狂的剧院里 |
[02:43.98] | 为了宣扬我们对自己生活的种种渴望 |
[02:46.17] | 为了逃离被智慧淹没的街道 |
[02:54.89] | 暴风雨破坏了这个巨大丑陋的建筑 |
[02:56.10] | 只有窗户还是完好的 |
[02:57.46] | 而我们唯一能做的 |
[02:59.17] | 就是舞蹈,自我救赎 |
[03:00.57] | 从那些神圣地嘲讽字词间 |
[03:03.24] | 音乐引燃了特殊气质 |
[03:22.04] | 哦伟大的造物主 |
[03:23.30] | 请多赐予我们一些时间,让我们得以演绎艺术 |
[03:26.22] | 完美我们的生活 |
[03:32.27] | 我们需要神圣的交合 |
[03:44.34] | 当真正的王被谋杀后 |
[03:45.00] | 自由才被允许 |
[03:46.81] | 数千万的音乐家从此诞生 |
[03:54.72] | 但我们被允诺的盛宴在哪 |
[04:40.92] | 对了,还有一件事 |
[04:52.92] | 哦主啊,感谢你 |
[04:54.03] | 感谢你那圣洁耀眼的白光 |
[04:57.81] | 哦主啊,感谢你 |
[04:58.93] | 感谢你那圣洁耀眼的白光 |
[05:02.05] | 一座梦幻之城从海上升起 |
[05:06.89] | 我头痛欲裂 |
[05:09.51] | 因那未来的虚无飘渺 |