Song | The Ghost Song |
Artist | The Doors |
Album | An American Prayer |
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[00:00.00] | 作词 : Densmore, Krieger, Manzarek ... |
[00:18.69] | Awake |
[00:22.32] | Shake dreams from your hair |
[00:23.84] | My pretty child, my sweet one |
[00:25.87] | Choose the day, choose the sign of your day |
[00:28.39] | The day's divinity |
[00:30.57] | First thing you see |
[00:38.47] | A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon |
[00:43.99] | Couples naked race down by it's quiet side |
[00:49.36] | And we laugh like soft, mad children |
[00:52.29] | Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy |
[00:57.54] | The music and voices are all around us |
[01:08.09] | |
[01:18.37] | Choose they croon the ancient ones |
[01:20.68] | The time has come again |
[01:21.50] | Choose now, they croon |
[01:23.67] | Beneath the moon |
[01:24.63] | Beside an ancient lake |
[01:27.46] | Enter again the sweet forest |
[01:29.83] | Enter the hot dream |
[01:31.05] | Come with us |
[01:32.87] | Everything is broken up and dances |
[01:37.82] | |
[02:28.96] | Indians scattered, on darms highway bleeding |
[02:32.44] | Ghosts crowd the young child's |
[02:34.52] | Fragile eggshell mind |
[02:41.00] | We have assembled inside |
[02:41.60] | This ancient and insane theater |
[02:43.98] | To propagate our lust for our life |
[02:46.17] | And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets |
[02:51.77] | |
[02:54.89] | The barns have stormed |
[02:56.10] | The windows kept |
[02:57.46] | And only one of all the rest |
[02:59.17] | To dance and save us |
[03:00.57] | From the divine mockery of words |
[03:03.24] | Music inflames temperament |
[03:07.88] | |
[03:22.04] | Ooh great creator of being |
[03:23.30] | Grant us one more hour, to perform our art |
[03:26.22] | And perfect our lives |
[03:32.27] | We need great golden copulation's |
[03:44.34] | When true kings murders |
[03:45.00] | Are allowed to roam free |
[03:46.81] | A thousand musicians arise from the land |
[03:54.72] | Where are the feast we are promised? |
[04:05.77] | |
[04:40.92] | One more thing |
[04:52.92] | Thank you oh lord |
[04:54.03] | For the white blind light |
[04:57.81] | Thank you oh lord |
[04:58.93] | For the white blind light |
[05:02.05] | A city rises from the sea |
[05:06.89] | I had a splitting headache |
[05:09.51] | From which the future is made |
ti: | |
ar: | |
al: | |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Densmore, Krieger, Manzarek ... |
[00:18.69] | Awake |
[00:22.32] | Shake dreams from your hair |
[00:23.84] | My pretty child, my sweet one |
[00:25.87] | Choose the day, choose the sign of your day |
[00:28.39] | The day' s divinity |
[00:30.57] | First thing you see |
[00:38.47] | A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon |
[00:43.99] | Couples naked race down by it' s quiet side |
[00:49.36] | And we laugh like soft, mad children |
[00:52.29] | Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy |
[00:57.54] | The music and voices are all around us |
[01:08.09] | |
[01:18.37] | Choose they croon the ancient ones |
[01:20.68] | The time has come again |
[01:21.50] | Choose now, they croon |
[01:23.67] | Beneath the moon |
[01:24.63] | Beside an ancient lake |
[01:27.46] | Enter again the sweet forest |
[01:29.83] | Enter the hot dream |
[01:31.05] | Come with us |
[01:32.87] | Everything is broken up and dances |
[01:37.82] | |
[02:28.96] | Indians scattered, on darms highway bleeding |
[02:32.44] | Ghosts crowd the young child' s |
[02:34.52] | Fragile eggshell mind |
[02:41.00] | We have assembled inside |
[02:41.60] | This ancient and insane theater |
[02:43.98] | To propagate our lust for our life |
[02:46.17] | And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets |
[02:51.77] | |
[02:54.89] | The barns have stormed |
[02:56.10] | The windows kept |
[02:57.46] | And only one of all the rest |
[02:59.17] | To dance and save us |
[03:00.57] | From the divine mockery of words |
[03:03.24] | Music inflames temperament |
[03:07.88] | |
[03:22.04] | Ooh great creator of being |
[03:23.30] | Grant us one more hour, to perform our art |
[03:26.22] | And perfect our lives |
[03:32.27] | We need great golden copulation' s |
[03:44.34] | When true kings murders |
[03:45.00] | Are allowed to roam free |
[03:46.81] | A thousand musicians arise from the land |
[03:54.72] | Where are the feast we are promised? |
[04:05.77] | |
[04:40.92] | One more thing |
[04:52.92] | Thank you oh lord |
[04:54.03] | For the white blind light |
[04:57.81] | Thank you oh lord |
[04:58.93] | For the white blind light |
[05:02.05] | A city rises from the sea |
[05:06.89] | I had a splitting headache |
[05:09.51] | From which the future is made |
ti: | |
ar: | |
al: | |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Densmore, Krieger, Manzarek ... |
[00:18.69] | Awake |
[00:22.32] | Shake dreams from your hair |
[00:23.84] | My pretty child, my sweet one |
[00:25.87] | Choose the day, choose the sign of your day |
[00:28.39] | The day' s divinity |
[00:30.57] | First thing you see |
[00:38.47] | A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon |
[00:43.99] | Couples naked race down by it' s quiet side |
[00:49.36] | And we laugh like soft, mad children |
[00:52.29] | Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy |
[00:57.54] | The music and voices are all around us |
[01:08.09] | |
[01:18.37] | Choose they croon the ancient ones |
[01:20.68] | The time has come again |
[01:21.50] | Choose now, they croon |
[01:23.67] | Beneath the moon |
[01:24.63] | Beside an ancient lake |
[01:27.46] | Enter again the sweet forest |
[01:29.83] | Enter the hot dream |
[01:31.05] | Come with us |
[01:32.87] | Everything is broken up and dances |
[01:37.82] | |
[02:28.96] | Indians scattered, on darms highway bleeding |
[02:32.44] | Ghosts crowd the young child' s |
[02:34.52] | Fragile eggshell mind |
[02:41.00] | We have assembled inside |
[02:41.60] | This ancient and insane theater |
[02:43.98] | To propagate our lust for our life |
[02:46.17] | And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets |
[02:51.77] | |
[02:54.89] | The barns have stormed |
[02:56.10] | The windows kept |
[02:57.46] | And only one of all the rest |
[02:59.17] | To dance and save us |
[03:00.57] | From the divine mockery of words |
[03:03.24] | Music inflames temperament |
[03:07.88] | |
[03:22.04] | Ooh great creator of being |
[03:23.30] | Grant us one more hour, to perform our art |
[03:26.22] | And perfect our lives |
[03:32.27] | We need great golden copulation' s |
[03:44.34] | When true kings murders |
[03:45.00] | Are allowed to roam free |
[03:46.81] | A thousand musicians arise from the land |
[03:54.72] | Where are the feast we are promised? |
[04:05.77] | |
[04:40.92] | One more thing |
[04:52.92] | Thank you oh lord |
[04:54.03] | For the white blind light |
[04:57.81] | Thank you oh lord |
[04:58.93] | For the white blind light |
[05:02.05] | A city rises from the sea |
[05:06.89] | I had a splitting headache |
[05:09.51] | From which the future is made |