| Song | The Storm |
| Artist | Primus |
| Album | The Desaturating Seven |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Les Claypool |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Les Claypool |
| [01:52.268] | With salivating psyches |
| [01:58.572] | The Seven start to swarm |
| [02:02.042] | Anticipating gluttony with |
| [02:03.618] | The coming of the storm |
| [02:06.853] | The coming of the storm |
| [02:09.658] | |
| [02:13.293] | If gluttony were a virtue |
| [02:19.504] | The Seven would be saints |
| [02:22.740] | For the glory of the valley |
| [02:24.312] | They have come to surely taint |
| [02:27.930] | Who is this Shirley Taint? |
| [02:31.113] | |
| [02:50.388] | With pail and lasso quick at hand |
| [02:51.843] | They stalk and set to pounce |
| [02:53.310] | While slobbering in their greed |
| [02:55.062] | The savory tension mounts |
| [02:58.771] | The savory tension mounts |
| [03:00.555] | |
| [03:27.776] | As the rainbow rises |
| [03:33.782] | With color rich and true |
| [03:37.196] | They gaze in wide-eyed wonder |
| [03:38.649] | At the vibrance of each hue |
| [03:42.162] | The vibrance of each hue |
| [03:45.013] | |
| [03:48.187] | Leaping forward with the cunning |
| [03:49.838] | Of FOX on simple prey |
| [03:51.718] | Flinging lassos in the air |
| [03:53.242] | But the colors drop away |
| [03:56.946] | The colors drop away |
| [03:59.068] | |
| [04:27.636] | Sordid lines come snapping backwards |
| [04:30.046] | Clashing with their hopes |
| [04:31.756] | Dumbfounded wretched writhing |
| [04:33.683] | As they tangle in their ropes |
| [04:35.963] | And came a mighty flood |
| [04:37.606] | Of the colors they desired |
| [04:39.642] | For the rainbows and the flowers |
| [04:41.864] | Of the valley had conspired |
| [04:43.947] | |
| [05:28.424] | Revelations often come |
| [05:31.105] | When struggling not to sink |
| [05:32.755] | That when the meek unite |
| [05:34.521] | They aren't helpless as one may think |
| [05:36.672] | |
| [06:57.368] | Drowning in the colors they had come to steal |
| [07:02.512] | The valiant persecuted served a devastating meal |
| [07:07.984] | No one in the valley wept for them... |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Les Claypool |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : Les Claypool |
| [01:52.268] | With salivating psyches |
| [01:58.572] | The Seven start to swarm |
| [02:02.042] | Anticipating gluttony with |
| [02:03.618] | The coming of the storm |
| [02:06.853] | The coming of the storm |
| [02:09.658] | |
| [02:13.293] | If gluttony were a virtue |
| [02:19.504] | The Seven would be saints |
| [02:22.740] | For the glory of the valley |
| [02:24.312] | They have come to surely taint |
| [02:27.930] | Who is this Shirley Taint? |
| [02:31.113] | |
| [02:50.388] | With pail and lasso quick at hand |
| [02:51.843] | They stalk and set to pounce |
| [02:53.310] | While slobbering in their greed |
| [02:55.062] | The savory tension mounts |
| [02:58.771] | The savory tension mounts |
| [03:00.555] | |
| [03:27.776] | As the rainbow rises |
| [03:33.782] | With color rich and true |
| [03:37.196] | They gaze in wideeyed wonder |
| [03:38.649] | At the vibrance of each hue |
| [03:42.162] | The vibrance of each hue |
| [03:45.013] | |
| [03:48.187] | Leaping forward with the cunning |
| [03:49.838] | Of FOX on simple prey |
| [03:51.718] | Flinging lassos in the air |
| [03:53.242] | But the colors drop away |
| [03:56.946] | The colors drop away |
| [03:59.068] | |
| [04:27.636] | Sordid lines come snapping backwards |
| [04:30.046] | Clashing with their hopes |
| [04:31.756] | Dumbfounded wretched writhing |
| [04:33.683] | As they tangle in their ropes |
| [04:35.963] | And came a mighty flood |
| [04:37.606] | Of the colors they desired |
| [04:39.642] | For the rainbows and the flowers |
| [04:41.864] | Of the valley had conspired |
| [04:43.947] | |
| [05:28.424] | Revelations often come |
| [05:31.105] | When struggling not to sink |
| [05:32.755] | That when the meek unite |
| [05:34.521] | They aren' t helpless as one may think |
| [05:36.672] | |
| [06:57.368] | Drowning in the colors they had come to steal |
| [07:02.512] | The valiant persecuted served a devastating meal |
| [07:07.984] | No one in the valley wept for them... |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Les Claypool |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Les Claypool |
| [01:52.268] | With salivating psyches |
| [01:58.572] | The Seven start to swarm |
| [02:02.042] | Anticipating gluttony with |
| [02:03.618] | The coming of the storm |
| [02:06.853] | The coming of the storm |
| [02:09.658] | |
| [02:13.293] | If gluttony were a virtue |
| [02:19.504] | The Seven would be saints |
| [02:22.740] | For the glory of the valley |
| [02:24.312] | They have come to surely taint |
| [02:27.930] | Who is this Shirley Taint? |
| [02:31.113] | |
| [02:50.388] | With pail and lasso quick at hand |
| [02:51.843] | They stalk and set to pounce |
| [02:53.310] | While slobbering in their greed |
| [02:55.062] | The savory tension mounts |
| [02:58.771] | The savory tension mounts |
| [03:00.555] | |
| [03:27.776] | As the rainbow rises |
| [03:33.782] | With color rich and true |
| [03:37.196] | They gaze in wideeyed wonder |
| [03:38.649] | At the vibrance of each hue |
| [03:42.162] | The vibrance of each hue |
| [03:45.013] | |
| [03:48.187] | Leaping forward with the cunning |
| [03:49.838] | Of FOX on simple prey |
| [03:51.718] | Flinging lassos in the air |
| [03:53.242] | But the colors drop away |
| [03:56.946] | The colors drop away |
| [03:59.068] | |
| [04:27.636] | Sordid lines come snapping backwards |
| [04:30.046] | Clashing with their hopes |
| [04:31.756] | Dumbfounded wretched writhing |
| [04:33.683] | As they tangle in their ropes |
| [04:35.963] | And came a mighty flood |
| [04:37.606] | Of the colors they desired |
| [04:39.642] | For the rainbows and the flowers |
| [04:41.864] | Of the valley had conspired |
| [04:43.947] | |
| [05:28.424] | Revelations often come |
| [05:31.105] | When struggling not to sink |
| [05:32.755] | That when the meek unite |
| [05:34.521] | They aren' t helpless as one may think |
| [05:36.672] | |
| [06:57.368] | Drowning in the colors they had come to steal |
| [07:02.512] | The valiant persecuted served a devastating meal |
| [07:07.984] | No one in the valley wept for them... |