Song | Smell Of Petroleum |
Artist | The Pogues |
Album | Waiting For Herb |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Finer | |
The shaman came a calling | |
He was howling at the moon | |
He offered me a vision | |
On the end of a silver spoon | |
He said he'd give me dreams | |
That all were in his powers | |
If only i would follow him | |
The universe was ours | |
Walked a thin white line to the coffin club | |
Downstairs from the devils den | |
Had a large double jesus | |
Chased down with a shot of zen | |
The last thing i remember | |
Was lying in the tank | |
And when i came around again | |
Everything was blank | |
Floating high above the world | |
Out on the astral plane | |
I'm bouncing like a pinball | |
He's busy being born again | |
I met god on primrose hill | |
That's where he came to me | |
He stepped out of his saucer | |
I got down on my knees | |
From his lips came just one word | |
He left me all aglow | |
I sat down and had a smoke | |
And watched the flowers grow | |
The bats are in the belfry | |
And the bubbles in the bong | |
The secret of the universe | |
Is hidden in this song | |
The shaman left a crawling | |
As the dawn broke the gloom | |
Talking in some other tongue | |
And laughing like a loon | |
The early morning sunlight | |
Splashed colours on the wall | |
And i don't know if it ever | |
Really happened at all | |
The bats are in the belfry | |
And the bubbles in the bong | |
The molecules inside my head | |
Are chiming like a gong | |
The bats are in the belfry | |
And the bubbles in the bong | |
The secret of the universe | |
Is hidden in this song |
zuo ci : Finer | |
The shaman came a calling | |
He was howling at the moon | |
He offered me a vision | |
On the end of a silver spoon | |
He said he' d give me dreams | |
That all were in his powers | |
If only i would follow him | |
The universe was ours | |
Walked a thin white line to the coffin club | |
Downstairs from the devils den | |
Had a large double jesus | |
Chased down with a shot of zen | |
The last thing i remember | |
Was lying in the tank | |
And when i came around again | |
Everything was blank | |
Floating high above the world | |
Out on the astral plane | |
I' m bouncing like a pinball | |
He' s busy being born again | |
I met god on primrose hill | |
That' s where he came to me | |
He stepped out of his saucer | |
I got down on my knees | |
From his lips came just one word | |
He left me all aglow | |
I sat down and had a smoke | |
And watched the flowers grow | |
The bats are in the belfry | |
And the bubbles in the bong | |
The secret of the universe | |
Is hidden in this song | |
The shaman left a crawling | |
As the dawn broke the gloom | |
Talking in some other tongue | |
And laughing like a loon | |
The early morning sunlight | |
Splashed colours on the wall | |
And i don' t know if it ever | |
Really happened at all | |
The bats are in the belfry | |
And the bubbles in the bong | |
The molecules inside my head | |
Are chiming like a gong | |
The bats are in the belfry | |
And the bubbles in the bong | |
The secret of the universe | |
Is hidden in this song |
zuò cí : Finer | |
The shaman came a calling | |
He was howling at the moon | |
He offered me a vision | |
On the end of a silver spoon | |
He said he' d give me dreams | |
That all were in his powers | |
If only i would follow him | |
The universe was ours | |
Walked a thin white line to the coffin club | |
Downstairs from the devils den | |
Had a large double jesus | |
Chased down with a shot of zen | |
The last thing i remember | |
Was lying in the tank | |
And when i came around again | |
Everything was blank | |
Floating high above the world | |
Out on the astral plane | |
I' m bouncing like a pinball | |
He' s busy being born again | |
I met god on primrose hill | |
That' s where he came to me | |
He stepped out of his saucer | |
I got down on my knees | |
From his lips came just one word | |
He left me all aglow | |
I sat down and had a smoke | |
And watched the flowers grow | |
The bats are in the belfry | |
And the bubbles in the bong | |
The secret of the universe | |
Is hidden in this song | |
The shaman left a crawling | |
As the dawn broke the gloom | |
Talking in some other tongue | |
And laughing like a loon | |
The early morning sunlight | |
Splashed colours on the wall | |
And i don' t know if it ever | |
Really happened at all | |
The bats are in the belfry | |
And the bubbles in the bong | |
The molecules inside my head | |
Are chiming like a gong | |
The bats are in the belfry | |
And the bubbles in the bong | |
The secret of the universe | |
Is hidden in this song |