歌曲 | Travel Through |
歌手 | Moemaw Naedon |
歌手 | Billy Hoyle |
专辑 | Travel Through |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Moemaw Naedon | |
作曲 : Moemaw Naedon/Billy Hoyle | |
severed deer head body lie beside the lines | |
painted by man bass slam as i drive by | |
a new time, they tell me unplug the tape recorder | |
had the same disorder since a young punk skateboarder | |
aint trying to hear shit, rather sit where eagles soar | |
above all the pettiness so high that i forgot the order | |
boarder line hoarder ceiling to the floor the | |
wax packed tight like a shell shoved inside a morter | |
flip a quarter, ill dip and take a quest to Morder | |
cause' ive been know to pick it up and leave and not warn you | |
life's to short to ignore the lights that might allure you | |
be a mind explorer, form and change the course before you | |
there's much more to | |
this than you can feel with your hands | |
and scientific convieniatly created by man | |
'told by man controlled by man | |
distributed and written bought and sold by man | |
*its not what you thought caught up in the tangible | |
doc brought the ink blots you spot the animal | |
followed the spirit to a clearing way beyond self | |
and sat inside the pyramid and watched the walls melt | |
we all felt so much unexplained | |
connect the dots, give it a name | |
change the lanes in tour thoughts cross the avenue | |
light crack through the outline you can travel through | |
i lead the hoard with a broken sword | |
and wrote the score worth blood splats shaped like notes up on the poster board | |
open the door, the ocean hit the shore | |
the potion poured inside this glass will twist your shit for sure | |
i seen a thousand hands spinning like a fan | |
i seen a mountain hold a crowd and then amount to sand | |
it wasn't meant to last, they wasn't meant to stay | |
so many of us say its ****ed up anyway | |
i seen the sound waves, they always on display | |
full color spectrum visual array | |
i seen the plans i made fade into the maze | |
the blue sparks spray when the pen hit the page | |
i seen the other side its hard to describe | |
it involves beings that you cant personify | |
a language unknown never before heard | |
but somehow i recognized every single word | |
*its not what you thought caught up in the tangible | |
doc brought the ink blots you spot the animal | |
followed the spirit to a clearing way beyond self | |
and sat inside the pyramid and watched the walls melt | |
we all felt so much unexplained | |
connect the dots, give it a name | |
change the lanes in tour thoughts cross the avenue | |
light crack through the outline you can travel through |
zuo ci : Moemaw Naedon | |
zuo qu : Moemaw Naedon Billy Hoyle | |
severed deer head body lie beside the lines | |
painted by man bass slam as i drive by | |
a new time, they tell me unplug the tape recorder | |
had the same disorder since a young punk skateboarder | |
aint trying to hear shit, rather sit where eagles soar | |
above all the pettiness so high that i forgot the order | |
boarder line hoarder ceiling to the floor the | |
wax packed tight like a shell shoved inside a morter | |
flip a quarter, ill dip and take a quest to Morder | |
cause' ive been know to pick it up and leave and not warn you | |
life' s to short to ignore the lights that might allure you | |
be a mind explorer, form and change the course before you | |
there' s much more to | |
this than you can feel with your hands | |
and scientific convieniatly created by man | |
' told by man controlled by man | |
distributed and written bought and sold by man | |
its not what you thought caught up in the tangible | |
doc brought the ink blots you spot the animal | |
followed the spirit to a clearing way beyond self | |
and sat inside the pyramid and watched the walls melt | |
we all felt so much unexplained | |
connect the dots, give it a name | |
change the lanes in tour thoughts cross the avenue | |
light crack through the outline you can travel through | |
i lead the hoard with a broken sword | |
and wrote the score worth blood splats shaped like notes up on the poster board | |
open the door, the ocean hit the shore | |
the potion poured inside this glass will twist your shit for sure | |
i seen a thousand hands spinning like a fan | |
i seen a mountain hold a crowd and then amount to sand | |
it wasn' t meant to last, they wasn' t meant to stay | |
so many of us say its ed up anyway | |
i seen the sound waves, they always on display | |
full color spectrum visual array | |
i seen the plans i made fade into the maze | |
the blue sparks spray when the pen hit the page | |
i seen the other side its hard to describe | |
it involves beings that you cant personify | |
a language unknown never before heard | |
but somehow i recognized every single word | |
its not what you thought caught up in the tangible | |
doc brought the ink blots you spot the animal | |
followed the spirit to a clearing way beyond self | |
and sat inside the pyramid and watched the walls melt | |
we all felt so much unexplained | |
connect the dots, give it a name | |
change the lanes in tour thoughts cross the avenue | |
light crack through the outline you can travel through |
zuò cí : Moemaw Naedon | |
zuò qǔ : Moemaw Naedon Billy Hoyle | |
severed deer head body lie beside the lines | |
painted by man bass slam as i drive by | |
a new time, they tell me unplug the tape recorder | |
had the same disorder since a young punk skateboarder | |
aint trying to hear shit, rather sit where eagles soar | |
above all the pettiness so high that i forgot the order | |
boarder line hoarder ceiling to the floor the | |
wax packed tight like a shell shoved inside a morter | |
flip a quarter, ill dip and take a quest to Morder | |
cause' ive been know to pick it up and leave and not warn you | |
life' s to short to ignore the lights that might allure you | |
be a mind explorer, form and change the course before you | |
there' s much more to | |
this than you can feel with your hands | |
and scientific convieniatly created by man | |
' told by man controlled by man | |
distributed and written bought and sold by man | |
its not what you thought caught up in the tangible | |
doc brought the ink blots you spot the animal | |
followed the spirit to a clearing way beyond self | |
and sat inside the pyramid and watched the walls melt | |
we all felt so much unexplained | |
connect the dots, give it a name | |
change the lanes in tour thoughts cross the avenue | |
light crack through the outline you can travel through | |
i lead the hoard with a broken sword | |
and wrote the score worth blood splats shaped like notes up on the poster board | |
open the door, the ocean hit the shore | |
the potion poured inside this glass will twist your shit for sure | |
i seen a thousand hands spinning like a fan | |
i seen a mountain hold a crowd and then amount to sand | |
it wasn' t meant to last, they wasn' t meant to stay | |
so many of us say its ed up anyway | |
i seen the sound waves, they always on display | |
full color spectrum visual array | |
i seen the plans i made fade into the maze | |
the blue sparks spray when the pen hit the page | |
i seen the other side its hard to describe | |
it involves beings that you cant personify | |
a language unknown never before heard | |
but somehow i recognized every single word | |
its not what you thought caught up in the tangible | |
doc brought the ink blots you spot the animal | |
followed the spirit to a clearing way beyond self | |
and sat inside the pyramid and watched the walls melt | |
we all felt so much unexplained | |
connect the dots, give it a name | |
change the lanes in tour thoughts cross the avenue | |
light crack through the outline you can travel through |