歌曲 | Neon Filler |
歌手 | Giant Sand |
专辑 | Ramp |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Gelb | |
Riddles of the wonderment. | |
Wonders of the firmament. | |
Let alone laid up and laying low. | |
Things could've been better. | |
They could not have gotten any worse... | |
When there were tears in the alleyway | |
And laughter waiting outside in the hearse. | |
The snakes and the sawtooths | |
Lay loving the buck, | |
Spending all their time setting up camp | |
And running amok. | |
There's an absurd remark about contender | |
And repulsion.... She's not that hard to find. | |
There's a conclusion here based on surrender, | |
And the general dismissal on the merit of mankind. | |
There's a town up in the high desert | |
Where Dr. Gene says the demons run... | |
Along side a chunk of heaven hovering there where a | |
Wind in the image of the throne rides shotgun. | |
Light is not the neon filler.... | |
Not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark. | |
Light is the Moses. | |
Splitting the waves in a sea of dark. | |
There once was a man without a paddle up the creek. | |
Who could not talk his way out of a paper bag | |
When he tried to speak. | |
Now they claim him as a genius that htey chose to seek. | |
Though he still hasn't had both oars in the water | |
When his stream of consciousness begins to leak. | |
There's a street called Hollywood Boulevard. | |
Where a Christ with cross wheels his wood. | |
And the dipping, dripping lips in the sideshow | |
Bar turn and gaze, swallow hard and wonder | |
"now how could...?" | |
Light is not the neon filler.... | |
It's not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark. | |
Light is the Moses. | |
Spilling it's way unto the sea of dark. | |
There's an absurd remark about contender.... | |
And Repulsa, she's not that hard to find. | |
There's an ending here based on surrender, | |
And the general dismissal on the merit of mankind. | |
Things could've been better. | |
They could not have gotten any worse... | |
When the tears lay in the alleyway | |
And laughter waiting outside in the hearse. | |
Light is not the neon filler.... | |
It's not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark. | |
"I love you Hank" | |
"Just like Layla." |
zuo ci : Gelb | |
Riddles of the wonderment. | |
Wonders of the firmament. | |
Let alone laid up and laying low. | |
Things could' ve been better. | |
They could not have gotten any worse... | |
When there were tears in the alleyway | |
And laughter waiting outside in the hearse. | |
The snakes and the sawtooths | |
Lay loving the buck, | |
Spending all their time setting up camp | |
And running amok. | |
There' s an absurd remark about contender | |
And repulsion.... She' s not that hard to find. | |
There' s a conclusion here based on surrender, | |
And the general dismissal on the merit of mankind. | |
There' s a town up in the high desert | |
Where Dr. Gene says the demons run... | |
Along side a chunk of heaven hovering there where a | |
Wind in the image of the throne rides shotgun. | |
Light is not the neon filler.... | |
Not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark. | |
Light is the Moses. | |
Splitting the waves in a sea of dark. | |
There once was a man without a paddle up the creek. | |
Who could not talk his way out of a paper bag | |
When he tried to speak. | |
Now they claim him as a genius that htey chose to seek. | |
Though he still hasn' t had both oars in the water | |
When his stream of consciousness begins to leak. | |
There' s a street called Hollywood Boulevard. | |
Where a Christ with cross wheels his wood. | |
And the dipping, dripping lips in the sideshow | |
Bar turn and gaze, swallow hard and wonder | |
" now how could...?" | |
Light is not the neon filler.... | |
It' s not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark. | |
Light is the Moses. | |
Spilling it' s way unto the sea of dark. | |
There' s an absurd remark about contender.... | |
And Repulsa, she' s not that hard to find. | |
There' s an ending here based on surrender, | |
And the general dismissal on the merit of mankind. | |
Things could' ve been better. | |
They could not have gotten any worse... | |
When the tears lay in the alleyway | |
And laughter waiting outside in the hearse. | |
Light is not the neon filler.... | |
It' s not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark. | |
" I love you Hank" | |
" Just like Layla." |
zuò cí : Gelb | |
Riddles of the wonderment. | |
Wonders of the firmament. | |
Let alone laid up and laying low. | |
Things could' ve been better. | |
They could not have gotten any worse... | |
When there were tears in the alleyway | |
And laughter waiting outside in the hearse. | |
The snakes and the sawtooths | |
Lay loving the buck, | |
Spending all their time setting up camp | |
And running amok. | |
There' s an absurd remark about contender | |
And repulsion.... She' s not that hard to find. | |
There' s a conclusion here based on surrender, | |
And the general dismissal on the merit of mankind. | |
There' s a town up in the high desert | |
Where Dr. Gene says the demons run... | |
Along side a chunk of heaven hovering there where a | |
Wind in the image of the throne rides shotgun. | |
Light is not the neon filler.... | |
Not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark. | |
Light is the Moses. | |
Splitting the waves in a sea of dark. | |
There once was a man without a paddle up the creek. | |
Who could not talk his way out of a paper bag | |
When he tried to speak. | |
Now they claim him as a genius that htey chose to seek. | |
Though he still hasn' t had both oars in the water | |
When his stream of consciousness begins to leak. | |
There' s a street called Hollywood Boulevard. | |
Where a Christ with cross wheels his wood. | |
And the dipping, dripping lips in the sideshow | |
Bar turn and gaze, swallow hard and wonder | |
" now how could...?" | |
Light is not the neon filler.... | |
It' s not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark. | |
Light is the Moses. | |
Spilling it' s way unto the sea of dark. | |
There' s an absurd remark about contender.... | |
And Repulsa, she' s not that hard to find. | |
There' s an ending here based on surrender, | |
And the general dismissal on the merit of mankind. | |
Things could' ve been better. | |
They could not have gotten any worse... | |
When the tears lay in the alleyway | |
And laughter waiting outside in the hearse. | |
Light is not the neon filler.... | |
It' s not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark. | |
" I love you Hank" | |
" Just like Layla." |