Song | Diamonds In The Sidewalk |
Artist | Apollo 440 |
Album | Dude Descending A Staircase |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Gray, Gray, Kerouac, Noko | |
Praised be delusion, the ripple. | |
Praised be the Holy Ocean of eternity. | |
Praised be I, writing, dead already and dead again. | |
Praised be the non-ending. | |
Praised be the lights of earth men. | |
Praised be the watchers. | |
Praised be my fellow men for dwelling in milk. | |
Praised be the embrace of soft sleep, | |
The valor of angels in valleys of hell on earth below. | |
Praised be delusion, the ripple. | |
Praised be the Holy Ocean of eternity. | |
Praised be I, writing, dead already and dead again. | |
Praised be man, he is existing in milk, | |
And living in lilies. | |
And his violin music takes place in milk, | |
and creamy emptiness. | |
Praised be the unfolded inside petal flesh of tend' rest thought. | |
Petrels on the follying wave-valleys idly sing themselves asleep. | |
Praised be delusion, the ripple. | |
Praised be the Holy Ocean of eternity. | |
Praised be I, writing, dead already and dead again. | |
Praised be wood, it is milk. | |
Praised be Honey at the Source. | |
Praised be the embrace of soft sleep, | |
The valor of angels in valleys of hell on earth below. | |
Praised be the non-ending. | |
Praised be the lights of earth-man. | |
Praised be the watchers. | |
Praised be my fellow man for dwelling in milk. | |
Praised be I, writing, dead already and dead again. |
zuo ci : Gray, Gray, Kerouac, Noko | |
Praised be delusion, the ripple. | |
Praised be the Holy Ocean of eternity. | |
Praised be I, writing, dead already and dead again. | |
Praised be the nonending. | |
Praised be the lights of earth men. | |
Praised be the watchers. | |
Praised be my fellow men for dwelling in milk. | |
Praised be the embrace of soft sleep, | |
The valor of angels in valleys of hell on earth below. | |
Praised be delusion, the ripple. | |
Praised be the Holy Ocean of eternity. | |
Praised be I, writing, dead already and dead again. | |
Praised be man, he is existing in milk, | |
And living in lilies. | |
And his violin music takes place in milk, | |
and creamy emptiness. | |
Praised be the unfolded inside petal flesh of tend' rest thought. | |
Petrels on the follying wavevalleys idly sing themselves asleep. | |
Praised be delusion, the ripple. | |
Praised be the Holy Ocean of eternity. | |
Praised be I, writing, dead already and dead again. | |
Praised be wood, it is milk. | |
Praised be Honey at the Source. | |
Praised be the embrace of soft sleep, | |
The valor of angels in valleys of hell on earth below. | |
Praised be the nonending. | |
Praised be the lights of earthman. | |
Praised be the watchers. | |
Praised be my fellow man for dwelling in milk. | |
Praised be I, writing, dead already and dead again. |
zuò cí : Gray, Gray, Kerouac, Noko | |
Praised be delusion, the ripple. | |
Praised be the Holy Ocean of eternity. | |
Praised be I, writing, dead already and dead again. | |
Praised be the nonending. | |
Praised be the lights of earth men. | |
Praised be the watchers. | |
Praised be my fellow men for dwelling in milk. | |
Praised be the embrace of soft sleep, | |
The valor of angels in valleys of hell on earth below. | |
Praised be delusion, the ripple. | |
Praised be the Holy Ocean of eternity. | |
Praised be I, writing, dead already and dead again. | |
Praised be man, he is existing in milk, | |
And living in lilies. | |
And his violin music takes place in milk, | |
and creamy emptiness. | |
Praised be the unfolded inside petal flesh of tend' rest thought. | |
Petrels on the follying wavevalleys idly sing themselves asleep. | |
Praised be delusion, the ripple. | |
Praised be the Holy Ocean of eternity. | |
Praised be I, writing, dead already and dead again. | |
Praised be wood, it is milk. | |
Praised be Honey at the Source. | |
Praised be the embrace of soft sleep, | |
The valor of angels in valleys of hell on earth below. | |
Praised be the nonending. | |
Praised be the lights of earthman. | |
Praised be the watchers. | |
Praised be my fellow man for dwelling in milk. | |
Praised be I, writing, dead already and dead again. |