| Song | Picasso Moon |
| Artist | Grateful Dead |
| Album | Built To Last [Expanded] |
| 作词 : Barlow, Bralove, Weir | |
| South of market in the land of ruin | |
| You get all manner of action | |
| Tinsel tigers in the metal room | |
| Stalking satisfaction. | |
| They got 'em packaged up for love and money | |
| Tattooed tots and chrome spike bunnies | |
| Check my conscience at the dmz | |
| And roll on in, gonna roll in it, honey | |
| But i get a feelin' like when big things collide | |
| Like the crack before the thunder, like i really ought to hide | |
| And here comes metal angel, she looks ready to ride; | |
| & what's that she's tryin' to show me..? | |
| What's that you're tryin' to show me..? | |
| Picasso moon, shattered light | |
| Diamond bullets ripping up the night | |
| Picasso moon, liberate me, | |
| From the middle of eternity, | |
| Something hooks her little finger at me, | |
| An' it's bigger than a drive-in movie, ooooo-eeee. | |
| Bigger than a drive-in movie, ooooo-eeee. | |
| Hangin' ten out on space and time | |
| Redefining distance. | |
| The next skull on your necklace is mine: | |
| Cheap for such assistance | |
| I had a job trading bits for pieces | |
| We'd make wrinkles, advertise them as creases | |
| Please, find my resignation enclosed, | |
| Roll with it, roll with it, we gonna roll in it, honey.., | |
| Dark angel, what's botherin' you? | |
| So strange, you'll do me all that you do | |
| Dark angel, you're makin' me blue.., | |
| I guess it doesn't matter.., | |
| I guess it doesn't matter... | |
| Picasso moon, blinding ball, | |
| Spinning fire, the lightning calls | |
| Picasso moon, fall into the sky | |
| Rarin' out, i'm gonna testify | |
| And stare a shout into that burning eye, | |
| Bigger than a drive-in movie, oh my. | |
| Bigger than a drive-in movie, oh my. | |
| Strikes morning; the atomic dawn, | |
| Scramble back to cover. | |
| Quick, pop your mirrored sunglasses on, | |
| My little leather-winged lover. | |
| I see your face printed on my money, | |
| Your blazin' ways really move me, honey..! | |
| Heart of darkness, yea-e-yea-e-e-hoo.., | |
| Why'm i laughing? this ain't funny | |
| Dark angel, now just don't start.., | |
| You'll break my spirit, wreck my heart | |
| You must have a license for practisin' that art. | |
| I don't presume to imagine. | |
| I don't presume to imagine. | |
| Picasso moon, fractal flame | |
| Blazing lace filling every frame | |
| Picasso moon, wheels within wheels | |
| What's true when everything's real? | |
| It's all new, i'm gonna scatter the seals | |
| Bigger than a drive-in movie, for real. | |
| Bigger than a drive-in movie, for real. |
| zuò cí : Barlow, Bralove, Weir | |
| South of market in the land of ruin | |
| You get all manner of action | |
| Tinsel tigers in the metal room | |
| Stalking satisfaction. | |
| They got ' em packaged up for love and money | |
| Tattooed tots and chrome spike bunnies | |
| Check my conscience at the dmz | |
| And roll on in, gonna roll in it, honey | |
| But i get a feelin' like when big things collide | |
| Like the crack before the thunder, like i really ought to hide | |
| And here comes metal angel, she looks ready to ride | |
| what' s that she' s tryin' to show me..? | |
| What' s that you' re tryin' to show me..? | |
| Picasso moon, shattered light | |
| Diamond bullets ripping up the night | |
| Picasso moon, liberate me, | |
| From the middle of eternity, | |
| Something hooks her little finger at me, | |
| An' it' s bigger than a drivein movie, oooooeeee. | |
| Bigger than a drivein movie, oooooeeee. | |
| Hangin' ten out on space and time | |
| Redefining distance. | |
| The next skull on your necklace is mine: | |
| Cheap for such assistance | |
| I had a job trading bits for pieces | |
| We' d make wrinkles, advertise them as creases | |
| Please, find my resignation enclosed, | |
| Roll with it, roll with it, we gonna roll in it, honey.., | |
| Dark angel, what' s botherin' you? | |
| So strange, you' ll do me all that you do | |
| Dark angel, you' re makin' me blue.., | |
| I guess it doesn' t matter.., | |
| I guess it doesn' t matter... | |
| Picasso moon, blinding ball, | |
| Spinning fire, the lightning calls | |
| Picasso moon, fall into the sky | |
| Rarin' out, i' m gonna testify | |
| And stare a shout into that burning eye, | |
| Bigger than a drivein movie, oh my. | |
| Bigger than a drivein movie, oh my. | |
| Strikes morning the atomic dawn, | |
| Scramble back to cover. | |
| Quick, pop your mirrored sunglasses on, | |
| My little leatherwinged lover. | |
| I see your face printed on my money, | |
| Your blazin' ways really move me, honey..! | |
| Heart of darkness, yeaeyeaeehoo.., | |
| Why' m i laughing? this ain' t funny | |
| Dark angel, now just don' t start.., | |
| You' ll break my spirit, wreck my heart | |
| You must have a license for practisin' that art. | |
| I don' t presume to imagine. | |
| I don' t presume to imagine. | |
| Picasso moon, fractal flame | |
| Blazing lace filling every frame | |
| Picasso moon, wheels within wheels | |
| What' s true when everything' s real? | |
| It' s all new, i' m gonna scatter the seals | |
| Bigger than a drivein movie, for real. | |
| Bigger than a drivein movie, for real. |