Song | Hyperion and Sunset |
Artist | Grant Lee Buffalo |
Album | Copperopolis |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Phillips | |
Gift of the sage chaparral | |
Born of this bone-dry heat | |
In summer when roads turn caramel | |
The earthquakes and everyone leaves | |
Where have they gone | |
Far from hyperion | |
And sunset boulevard | |
Where have they gone | |
North up to oregon | |
And mt. saint helens ha ha ha | |
Left behind dishes and furniture | |
Took only the blankets to sleep | |
Sprinkled their pillows with lavender | |
Safe from the grasp of the enemy | |
Where have they gone | |
Far from hyperion | |
And sunset boulevard | |
Where have they gone | |
North up to oregon | |
And mt. saint helens ha | |
Thrown from the nest of los angeles | |
Naive and motherless each | |
Dear friends farewell | |
Write down the e-mail for me | |
We're out of town till these aftershocks | |
Let up most definitely | |
Where have they gone | |
Far from hyperion | |
And sunset boulevard | |
Word is you've gone | |
On up to oregon | |
With room for company | |
Flown from the nest of los angeles | |
Naive and motherless me |
zuo ci : Phillips | |
Gift of the sage chaparral | |
Born of this bonedry heat | |
In summer when roads turn caramel | |
The earthquakes and everyone leaves | |
Where have they gone | |
Far from hyperion | |
And sunset boulevard | |
Where have they gone | |
North up to oregon | |
And mt. saint helens ha ha ha | |
Left behind dishes and furniture | |
Took only the blankets to sleep | |
Sprinkled their pillows with lavender | |
Safe from the grasp of the enemy | |
Where have they gone | |
Far from hyperion | |
And sunset boulevard | |
Where have they gone | |
North up to oregon | |
And mt. saint helens ha | |
Thrown from the nest of los angeles | |
Naive and motherless each | |
Dear friends farewell | |
Write down the email for me | |
We' re out of town till these aftershocks | |
Let up most definitely | |
Where have they gone | |
Far from hyperion | |
And sunset boulevard | |
Word is you' ve gone | |
On up to oregon | |
With room for company | |
Flown from the nest of los angeles | |
Naive and motherless me |
zuò cí : Phillips | |
Gift of the sage chaparral | |
Born of this bonedry heat | |
In summer when roads turn caramel | |
The earthquakes and everyone leaves | |
Where have they gone | |
Far from hyperion | |
And sunset boulevard | |
Where have they gone | |
North up to oregon | |
And mt. saint helens ha ha ha | |
Left behind dishes and furniture | |
Took only the blankets to sleep | |
Sprinkled their pillows with lavender | |
Safe from the grasp of the enemy | |
Where have they gone | |
Far from hyperion | |
And sunset boulevard | |
Where have they gone | |
North up to oregon | |
And mt. saint helens ha | |
Thrown from the nest of los angeles | |
Naive and motherless each | |
Dear friends farewell | |
Write down the email for me | |
We' re out of town till these aftershocks | |
Let up most definitely | |
Where have they gone | |
Far from hyperion | |
And sunset boulevard | |
Word is you' ve gone | |
On up to oregon | |
With room for company | |
Flown from the nest of los angeles | |
Naive and motherless me |