Song | Amaranth the Peddler |
Artist | Kayo Dot |
Album | Dowsing Anemone With Copper Tongue |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Byron, Driver, Kayo Dot | |
A thunderbolt in the northern sky... | |
...and the roaring of a lion" | |
Swept up by the downy wings of angels | |
Made from a heaven-laden voice | |
I float with all the weight of ether | |
It pilots an aerie merchant ship | |
Across the phantasmagoric main | |
Courses waged by hermit to lonesome starry shoes | |
Bequeath their secret entryways | |
Lighthouses watch fervently the horizons of the soul | |
But Amaranth the peddler waxes poetic to Mnemosyne | |
His unmasked eyes deliver lunacy | |
It is a countless hour stealing further into landscapes seldom drawn | |
Even in a demon's troubled head | |
He sells his wares to vampires | |
In bottles cork'd by woe | |
Dreams in liquid lift their eyes | |
To Morpheus enthroned | |
Upon a poppy field breathing | |
Slight all alone | |
Feather from a lofty wish | |
Fail on their own and fall wearily to Earth | |
A stirring by the nightstand causes the lamp to lift its voice | |
"Alack, a purloined dream | |
Again distills thy trembling eye! | |
What mystery remaineth ever so? | |
Amaranth, a curse doth write itself | |
Upon thy spectral frame | |
A thousand lives, a thousand days | |
Disgraceth thus thy name! |
zuo qu : Byron, Driver, Kayo Dot | |
A thunderbolt in the northern sky... | |
... and the roaring of a lion" | |
Swept up by the downy wings of angels | |
Made from a heavenladen voice | |
I float with all the weight of ether | |
It pilots an aerie merchant ship | |
Across the phantasmagoric main | |
Courses waged by hermit to lonesome starry shoes | |
Bequeath their secret entryways | |
Lighthouses watch fervently the horizons of the soul | |
But Amaranth the peddler waxes poetic to Mnemosyne | |
His unmasked eyes deliver lunacy | |
It is a countless hour stealing further into landscapes seldom drawn | |
Even in a demon' s troubled head | |
He sells his wares to vampires | |
In bottles cork' d by woe | |
Dreams in liquid lift their eyes | |
To Morpheus enthroned | |
Upon a poppy field breathing | |
Slight all alone | |
Feather from a lofty wish | |
Fail on their own and fall wearily to Earth | |
A stirring by the nightstand causes the lamp to lift its voice | |
" Alack, a purloined dream | |
Again distills thy trembling eye! | |
What mystery remaineth ever so? | |
Amaranth, a curse doth write itself | |
Upon thy spectral frame | |
A thousand lives, a thousand days | |
Disgraceth thus thy name! |
zuò qǔ : Byron, Driver, Kayo Dot | |
A thunderbolt in the northern sky... | |
... and the roaring of a lion" | |
Swept up by the downy wings of angels | |
Made from a heavenladen voice | |
I float with all the weight of ether | |
It pilots an aerie merchant ship | |
Across the phantasmagoric main | |
Courses waged by hermit to lonesome starry shoes | |
Bequeath their secret entryways | |
Lighthouses watch fervently the horizons of the soul | |
But Amaranth the peddler waxes poetic to Mnemosyne | |
His unmasked eyes deliver lunacy | |
It is a countless hour stealing further into landscapes seldom drawn | |
Even in a demon' s troubled head | |
He sells his wares to vampires | |
In bottles cork' d by woe | |
Dreams in liquid lift their eyes | |
To Morpheus enthroned | |
Upon a poppy field breathing | |
Slight all alone | |
Feather from a lofty wish | |
Fail on their own and fall wearily to Earth | |
A stirring by the nightstand causes the lamp to lift its voice | |
" Alack, a purloined dream | |
Again distills thy trembling eye! | |
What mystery remaineth ever so? | |
Amaranth, a curse doth write itself | |
Upon thy spectral frame | |
A thousand lives, a thousand days | |
Disgraceth thus thy name! |