Song | Korean Dogwood |
Artist | Devendra Banhart |
Album | Cripple Crow |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Banhart | |
Red oak sugar and Korean dogwood and Korean dogwood | |
Vibes turn to rubbed rum | |
Lit by mission moonlight | |
Kangas on that hillside | |
You are my life | |
And you baffle me some | |
Like vanilla's maple | |
Inca cornflower | |
You're my baby's blue eyes | |
And when you're gowndissolves in a prayer | |
You'll hear a sound | |
That rings true and fair | |
Black King lightning | |
The dawn of orange blossoms and orange blossoms | |
My friend Keegan | |
Drawing endless love songs, endless love songs | |
Calm breath, sweet being, show me what you're seeing | |
Show me what you're seeing | |
And though right and loud and proud | |
Every little word | |
It still ain't heard | |
Strange prayers looming | |
Over all our brothers, over all our brothers | |
Prison life served | |
But Navajo Gospel | |
Is a rope thrown helpful | |
But for sure all that we've made | |
Will be swallowed by the Earth | |
For it's got no worth |
zuo ci : Banhart | |
Red oak sugar and Korean dogwood and Korean dogwood | |
Vibes turn to rubbed rum | |
Lit by mission moonlight | |
Kangas on that hillside | |
You are my life | |
And you baffle me some | |
Like vanilla' s maple | |
Inca cornflower | |
You' re my baby' s blue eyes | |
And when you' re gowndissolves in a prayer | |
You' ll hear a sound | |
That rings true and fair | |
Black King lightning | |
The dawn of orange blossoms and orange blossoms | |
My friend Keegan | |
Drawing endless love songs, endless love songs | |
Calm breath, sweet being, show me what you' re seeing | |
Show me what you' re seeing | |
And though right and loud and proud | |
Every little word | |
It still ain' t heard | |
Strange prayers looming | |
Over all our brothers, over all our brothers | |
Prison life served | |
But Navajo Gospel | |
Is a rope thrown helpful | |
But for sure all that we' ve made | |
Will be swallowed by the Earth | |
For it' s got no worth |
zuò cí : Banhart | |
Red oak sugar and Korean dogwood and Korean dogwood | |
Vibes turn to rubbed rum | |
Lit by mission moonlight | |
Kangas on that hillside | |
You are my life | |
And you baffle me some | |
Like vanilla' s maple | |
Inca cornflower | |
You' re my baby' s blue eyes | |
And when you' re gowndissolves in a prayer | |
You' ll hear a sound | |
That rings true and fair | |
Black King lightning | |
The dawn of orange blossoms and orange blossoms | |
My friend Keegan | |
Drawing endless love songs, endless love songs | |
Calm breath, sweet being, show me what you' re seeing | |
Show me what you' re seeing | |
And though right and loud and proud | |
Every little word | |
It still ain' t heard | |
Strange prayers looming | |
Over all our brothers, over all our brothers | |
Prison life served | |
But Navajo Gospel | |
Is a rope thrown helpful | |
But for sure all that we' ve made | |
Will be swallowed by the Earth | |
For it' s got no worth |