| Song | Blood Pt. 2 |
| Artist | Buck 65 |
| Artist | Sufjan Stevens |
| Artist | Serengeti |
| Album | Dark Was The Night (Red Hot Compilation) |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Raymond Raposa |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Raymond Raposa |
| [00:13] | You're not bloody swab paradise |
| [00:15] | You're golden stars licked to stick |
| [00:17] | A world with frogs and magic tricks |
| [00:19] | Floating logs and scissor kicks |
| [00:21] | And lemonade and sweaty sex |
| [00:22] | Hug me like I gave you cheques |
| [00:24] | You kiss me like the upper crust |
| [00:26] | Tell me things to make me blush |
| [00:28] | Champagne bottle, bon voyage |
| [00:29] | A souvenir garage |
| [00:30] | A melody to make me smile |
| [00:32] | Not that you've been gone a while (My life, my life) |
| [00:34] | A purple medal, eighth place |
| [00:35] | Backlit in a trophy case |
| [00:37] | Sign that says "For little Ace" |
| [00:38] | Supportive like an ankle brace |
| [00:40] | Not bloody cotton swabs and lies |
| [00:42] | Stolen cheques and empty eyes |
| [00:44] | You're a county fair in July |
| [00:45] | Canadian field of wild rye |
| [00:47] | You kiss me like potted plants |
| [00:49] | Bite me like fire ants |
| [00:50] | Touch me like an old stamp |
| [00:51] | Olive oil and seven lamps |
| [00:53] | Not stolen cash I'll pay you back |
| [00:55] | Bloody paradise attack |
| [00:56] | Your Sunday at the puppy track |
| [00:58] | Time to take the long way back |
| [01:00] | Sweet as the apple of Peru |
| [01:01] | The inklings of the Eastern Sioux |
| [01:03] | Not bloody cotton swabs and lies |
| [01:05] | Stolen cheques and empty eyes |
| [01:06] | But rather... |
| [01:07] | You are the blood flowing through my fingers |
| [01:14] | That's what I meant to say |
| [01:15] | Blood in my fingertips |
| [01:17] | I couldn't tell you that any other way |
| [01:20] | All through the soil and up in those trees |
| [01:27] | You are the blood that I may see you |
| [01:29] | That I see you |
| [01:30] | You're the blood in me |
| [01:31] | You're on your earth though |
| [01:33] | Girl you wake me to the smell of butter |
| [01:35] | Sunlight shone through wooden shutters |
| [01:37] | Naked sex and cuffed breast |
| [01:39] | Early morning back to test |
| [01:40] | Pouring rain and rubber suit |
| [01:41] | Cotton socks and rubber boots |
| [01:43] | I sprint across the parking lot |
| [01:45] | 'Cause that day we were unprepared |
| [01:47] | Dried our socks and on the stairs |
| [01:49] | Sound of rain is rain in gutters |
| [01:50] | Lightning seven seconds thunder |
| [01:51] | A mild snack late evening hunger |
| [01:53] | DVDs and VCRs |
| [01:55] | Fish tanks and jelly jars |
| [01:57] | The storm passes the room ours |
| [01:59] | The summer times and you move |
| [02:00] | Safety belt in summer cars |
| [02:01] | Lightning bugs to die in jars |
| [02:03] | The air conditioner saving grace |
| [02:05] | Grass stains and flushed face |
| [02:07] | Refreshing like a glass of milk |
| [02:08] | Your shaven legs were like silk |
| [02:10] | You kiss me like a bon voyage |
| [02:11] | A secret souvenir collage |
| [02:13] | Overalls and water parks |
| [02:15] | T-tops and baby sharks |
| [02:17] | Dragon rolls and frozen juice |
| [02:19] | Making out in photo booths |
| [02:20] | A lovely Saturday night alone |
| [02:21] | Full of films and baking pies |
| [02:23] | Not cotton swabs and bloody lies |
| [02:25] | I'll pay you back in plastic eyes |
| [02:26] | You are the blood flowing through my fingers |
| [02:34] | You are the blood in my fingertips |
| [02:36] | The soil up in those trees |
| [02:38] | Like electricity, like sound, like lights |
| [02:41] | All through the soil, up in those trees |
| [02:48] | You are the word I shall write |
| [02:50] | You are solitude |
| [02:51] | You are electricity |
| [02:52] | You're light |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Raymond Raposa |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Raymond Raposa |
| [00:13] | You' re not bloody swab paradise |
| [00:15] | You' re golden stars licked to stick |
| [00:17] | A world with frogs and magic tricks |
| [00:19] | Floating logs and scissor kicks |
| [00:21] | And lemonade and sweaty sex |
| [00:22] | Hug me like I gave you cheques |
| [00:24] | You kiss me like the upper crust |
| [00:26] | Tell me things to make me blush |
| [00:28] | Champagne bottle, bon voyage |
| [00:29] | A souvenir garage |
| [00:30] | A melody to make me smile |
| [00:32] | Not that you' ve been gone a while My life, my life |
| [00:34] | A purple medal, eighth place |
| [00:35] | Backlit in a trophy case |
| [00:37] | Sign that says " For little Ace" |
| [00:38] | Supportive like an ankle brace |
| [00:40] | Not bloody cotton swabs and lies |
| [00:42] | Stolen cheques and empty eyes |
| [00:44] | You' re a county fair in July |
| [00:45] | Canadian field of wild rye |
| [00:47] | You kiss me like potted plants |
| [00:49] | Bite me like fire ants |
| [00:50] | Touch me like an old stamp |
| [00:51] | Olive oil and seven lamps |
| [00:53] | Not stolen cash I' ll pay you back |
| [00:55] | Bloody paradise attack |
| [00:56] | Your Sunday at the puppy track |
| [00:58] | Time to take the long way back |
| [01:00] | Sweet as the apple of Peru |
| [01:01] | The inklings of the Eastern Sioux |
| [01:03] | Not bloody cotton swabs and lies |
| [01:05] | Stolen cheques and empty eyes |
| [01:06] | But rather... |
| [01:07] | You are the blood flowing through my fingers |
| [01:14] | That' s what I meant to say |
| [01:15] | Blood in my fingertips |
| [01:17] | I couldn' t tell you that any other way |
| [01:20] | All through the soil and up in those trees |
| [01:27] | You are the blood that I may see you |
| [01:29] | That I see you |
| [01:30] | You' re the blood in me |
| [01:31] | You' re on your earth though |
| [01:33] | Girl you wake me to the smell of butter |
| [01:35] | Sunlight shone through wooden shutters |
| [01:37] | Naked sex and cuffed breast |
| [01:39] | Early morning back to test |
| [01:40] | Pouring rain and rubber suit |
| [01:41] | Cotton socks and rubber boots |
| [01:43] | I sprint across the parking lot |
| [01:45] | ' Cause that day we were unprepared |
| [01:47] | Dried our socks and on the stairs |
| [01:49] | Sound of rain is rain in gutters |
| [01:50] | Lightning seven seconds thunder |
| [01:51] | A mild snack late evening hunger |
| [01:53] | DVDs and VCRs |
| [01:55] | Fish tanks and jelly jars |
| [01:57] | The storm passes the room ours |
| [01:59] | The summer times and you move |
| [02:00] | Safety belt in summer cars |
| [02:01] | Lightning bugs to die in jars |
| [02:03] | The air conditioner saving grace |
| [02:05] | Grass stains and flushed face |
| [02:07] | Refreshing like a glass of milk |
| [02:08] | Your shaven legs were like silk |
| [02:10] | You kiss me like a bon voyage |
| [02:11] | A secret souvenir collage |
| [02:13] | Overalls and water parks |
| [02:15] | Ttops and baby sharks |
| [02:17] | Dragon rolls and frozen juice |
| [02:19] | Making out in photo booths |
| [02:20] | A lovely Saturday night alone |
| [02:21] | Full of films and baking pies |
| [02:23] | Not cotton swabs and bloody lies |
| [02:25] | I' ll pay you back in plastic eyes |
| [02:26] | You are the blood flowing through my fingers |
| [02:34] | You are the blood in my fingertips |
| [02:36] | The soil up in those trees |
| [02:38] | Like electricity, like sound, like lights |
| [02:41] | All through the soil, up in those trees |
| [02:48] | You are the word I shall write |
| [02:50] | You are solitude |
| [02:51] | You are electricity |
| [02:52] | You' re light |