Summer's Cauldron Lyrics
| Song | Summer's Cauldron |
| Artist | XTC |
| Album | Skylarking |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Partridge | |
| Drowning here in | |
| Under mats of flower lava | |
| Please don't pull me out this is how I would want to go | |
| Breathing in the boiling butter | |
| Fruit of sweating golden inca | |
| Please don't heed my shout I'm relax in the undertow | |
| When Miss Moon lays down | |
| And Sir Sun stands up | |
| Me I'm found floating round and round | |
| Like a bug in brandy | |
| In this big bronze cup | |
| Drowning here in | |
| Trees are dancing drunk with nectar | |
| Grass is waving underwater | |
| Please don't pull me out this is how I would want to go | |
| Insect bomber Buddhist droning | |
| Copper chord of August's organ | |
| Please don't heed my shout I'm relax in the undertow | |
| When Miss Moon lays down | |
| in her hilltop bed | |
| And Sir Sun stands up | |
| raise his regal head | |
| Me I'm found floating round and round | |
| Like a bug in brandy | |
| In this big bronze cup | |
| Drowning here in |
| zuo ci : Partridge | |
| Drowning here in | |
| Under mats of flower lava | |
| Please don' t pull me out this is how I would want to go | |
| Breathing in the boiling butter | |
| Fruit of sweating golden inca | |
| Please don' t heed my shout I' m relax in the undertow | |
| When Miss Moon lays down | |
| And Sir Sun stands up | |
| Me I' m found floating round and round | |
| Like a bug in brandy | |
| In this big bronze cup | |
| Drowning here in | |
| Trees are dancing drunk with nectar | |
| Grass is waving underwater | |
| Please don' t pull me out this is how I would want to go | |
| Insect bomber Buddhist droning | |
| Copper chord of August' s organ | |
| Please don' t heed my shout I' m relax in the undertow | |
| When Miss Moon lays down | |
| in her hilltop bed | |
| And Sir Sun stands up | |
| raise his regal head | |
| Me I' m found floating round and round | |
| Like a bug in brandy | |
| In this big bronze cup | |
| Drowning here in |
| zuò cí : Partridge | |
| Drowning here in | |
| Under mats of flower lava | |
| Please don' t pull me out this is how I would want to go | |
| Breathing in the boiling butter | |
| Fruit of sweating golden inca | |
| Please don' t heed my shout I' m relax in the undertow | |
| When Miss Moon lays down | |
| And Sir Sun stands up | |
| Me I' m found floating round and round | |
| Like a bug in brandy | |
| In this big bronze cup | |
| Drowning here in | |
| Trees are dancing drunk with nectar | |
| Grass is waving underwater | |
| Please don' t pull me out this is how I would want to go | |
| Insect bomber Buddhist droning | |
| Copper chord of August' s organ | |
| Please don' t heed my shout I' m relax in the undertow | |
| When Miss Moon lays down | |
| in her hilltop bed | |
| And Sir Sun stands up | |
| raise his regal head | |
| Me I' m found floating round and round | |
| Like a bug in brandy | |
| In this big bronze cup | |
| Drowning here in |
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