| Song | Blue Factory Flame |
| Artist | Songs: Ohia |
| Album | Didn't It Rain |
| 作曲 : Benford, Brenner, Castano ... | |
| When I die | |
| Put my bones in an empty street | |
| To remind me of how it used to be | |
| Don’t write my name on a stone | |
| Bring a Coleman lantern and a radio | |
| Cleveland game and two fishing poles | |
| And watch with me from the shore | |
| Ghostly steel and iron ore | |
| Ships coming home | |
| Where I am | |
| Paralyzed by the emptiness | |
| Paralyzed by the emptiness | |
| Paralyzed by the emptiness | |
| Paralyzed by the emptiness | |
| Clearly iron age beasts | |
| You can tell by the rust and the chains | |
| And by the oil that they bleed | |
| The crew of crows fly the skulls and bones | |
| They fly the colors of their homes | |
| I fly the cross of the blue factory flame | |
| Stitched with heavy sulfher threat | |
| They ain’t proud colors but they’re true | |
| Colors of my home | |
| Where I am | |
| Paralyzed by the emptiness | |
| Paralyzed by the emptiness | |
| Paralyzed by the emptiness | |
| Paralyzed by the emptiness | |
| Every mile for ten thousand miles | |
| Every year for a thousand years | |
| Every night for a thousand more | |
| I hear em call | |
| I hear em call | |
| I hear em call | |
| They never say to come home | |
| They never say to come home | |
| Where I am | |
| Paralyzed by the emptiness | |
| Paralyzed by the emptiness | |
| Paralyzed by the emptiness | |
| Paralyzed by the emptiness |
| zuò qǔ : Benford, Brenner, Castano ... | |
| When I die | |
| Put my bones in an empty street | |
| To remind me of how it used to be | |
| Don' t write my name on a stone | |
| Bring a Coleman lantern and a radio | |
| Cleveland game and two fishing poles | |
| And watch with me from the shore | |
| Ghostly steel and iron ore | |
| Ships coming home | |
| Where I am | |
| Paralyzed by the emptiness | |
| Paralyzed by the emptiness | |
| Paralyzed by the emptiness | |
| Paralyzed by the emptiness | |
| Clearly iron age beasts | |
| You can tell by the rust and the chains | |
| And by the oil that they bleed | |
| The crew of crows fly the skulls and bones | |
| They fly the colors of their homes | |
| I fly the cross of the blue factory flame | |
| Stitched with heavy sulfher threat | |
| They ain' t proud colors but they' re true | |
| Colors of my home | |
| Where I am | |
| Paralyzed by the emptiness | |
| Paralyzed by the emptiness | |
| Paralyzed by the emptiness | |
| Paralyzed by the emptiness | |
| Every mile for ten thousand miles | |
| Every year for a thousand years | |
| Every night for a thousand more | |
| I hear em call | |
| I hear em call | |
| I hear em call | |
| They never say to come home | |
| They never say to come home | |
| Where I am | |
| Paralyzed by the emptiness | |
| Paralyzed by the emptiness | |
| Paralyzed by the emptiness | |
| Paralyzed by the emptiness |