| Song | Andromeda |
| Artist | Killah Priest |
| Album | Rocket to Nebula |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Walter Reed |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Walter Reed |
| [00:33.028] | A holy priest and a Hopi chief meet at Snowy Peak |
| [00:37.146] | Right below is Coyote Creek |
| [00:38.755] | That’s near the dark side |
| [00:40.110] | Is right near the Upper and the Lower East |
| [00:41.848] | They both slow to speak |
| [00:43.500] | One says, “Wait, hold your piece” |
| [00:45.067] | “We came here to hear the yogi teach” |
| [00:47.029] | Then the chief spoke brief, said, “I brought with me my sister, Golden Geese” |
| [00:51.139] | “Along with her is her daughter, Lonely Sheep, my only niece” |
| [00:54.387] | She rose to her feet |
| [00:55.659] | “We are complete” |
| [00:56.765] | For joy, the yogi leaped |
| [00:58.066] | His row was neat |
| [00:59.447] | While the old woman rolled and knead, squeezed and beat roti yeast for the ceremony feast |
| [01:05.628] | Where tonight the UFOs would meet |
| [01:08.364] | That’s when he revealed that it’s not really shaped like a wheel but like a lotus leaf and all of us are old as trees |
| [01:14.835] | His palms together on folded knees |
| [01:17.394] | He calmed the weather with poetry |
| [01:20.053] | Our arms had feathers unknowingly |
| [01:22.776] | He said since the ovaries he’d been glowing, speaking vocally |
| [01:26.041] Then it turned socially ’til he openly [?] | twinkle in the eye |
| [01:29.962] | In a moment he floated free |
| [01:31.301] | No man pursueth when the omens flee we both agree |
| [01:37.316] | Howls from the wolf den |
| [01:39.667] | Owls in the woodlands |
| [01:41.212] | Hours with the bushmen |
| [01:42.774] | Showers over the brook tend to the worms for bait, put the hooks in |
| [01:46.788] | Then throw it back into the lake, then wait |
| [01:49.218] | If the fish take, the line shakes, then we start cooking |
| [01:52.210] | The trees absorb the toxic wind |
| [01:54.535] Then give off oxygen for the ox and hen to watch the rocks [?] | |
| [01:58.386] | Cloudy summer days right before and after storms |
| [02:01.896] | Forecast is warm |
| [02:03.386] | Spring flowers, violets, bells, orchids, roses, summer softness |
| [02:07.960] | Marsh lagoons, dark side of the moon, late afternoon |
| [02:11.528] Wetlands, swamps, bogs, fogs through the [morgues?] | |
| [02:15.581] | The singing dogs from New Guinea |
| [02:17.308] | It’s misty and blue windy, a few pygmies, new city |
| [02:20.897] | Two pennies on the third blue hue of the you and I verse, too pretty |
| [02:25.972] | Robotic to aquatic, two exotic tropics on the forest to the rocket |
| [02:30.568] | Take off, space course |
| [02:32.647] | I wave and talk into the mic |
| [02:34.749] | Engage, days lost |
| [02:37.068] | The shuttle windowpane begins to frost |
| [02:39.312] | Nebula registered |
| [02:40.894] | Nah, we in the Andromeda |
| [02:42.598] | I hear sounds like a harmonica |
| [02:44.323] | Wheels down, checking the monitor |
| [02:46.250] | I’m aware I’m the foreigner but prepared like a popular philosopher |
| [02:50.151] | Study the stars like an astronomer |
| [02:52.296] | Bars are cinematographer |
| [02:54.235] | But the style is hidden like the Apocrypha |
| [02:56.254] | It was written in steps like a choreographer |
| [02:58.797] | My core is in depth like a pure photographer |
| [03:01.045] | My nocturnal writing |
| [03:02.619] | First I analyze it, then I memorize it, then internalize it, then write my journal on the science, then speak it into a verbal alignment to take you on my vertical assignment to enjoy the personal enlightenment |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Walter Reed |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : Walter Reed |
| [00:33.028] | A holy priest and a Hopi chief meet at Snowy Peak |
| [00:37.146] | Right below is Coyote Creek |
| [00:38.755] | That' s near the dark side |
| [00:40.110] | Is right near the Upper and the Lower East |
| [00:41.848] | They both slow to speak |
| [00:43.500] | One says, " Wait, hold your piece" |
| [00:45.067] | " We came here to hear the yogi teach" |
| [00:47.029] | Then the chief spoke brief, said, " I brought with me my sister, Golden Geese" |
| [00:51.139] | " Along with her is her daughter, Lonely Sheep, my only niece" |
| [00:54.387] | She rose to her feet |
| [00:55.659] | " We are complete" |
| [00:56.765] | For joy, the yogi leaped |
| [00:58.066] | His row was neat |
| [00:59.447] | While the old woman rolled and knead, squeezed and beat roti yeast for the ceremony feast |
| [01:05.628] | Where tonight the UFOs would meet |
| [01:08.364] | That' s when he revealed that it' s not really shaped like a wheel but like a lotus leaf and all of us are old as trees |
| [01:14.835] | His palms together on folded knees |
| [01:17.394] | He calmed the weather with poetry |
| [01:20.053] | Our arms had feathers unknowingly |
| [01:22.776] | He said since the ovaries he' d been glowing, speaking vocally |
| [01:26.041] Then it turned socially ’til he openly [?] | twinkle in the eye |
| [01:29.962] | In a moment he floated free |
| [01:31.301] | No man pursueth when the omens flee we both agree |
| [01:37.316] | Howls from the wolf den |
| [01:39.667] | Owls in the woodlands |
| [01:41.212] | Hours with the bushmen |
| [01:42.774] | Showers over the brook tend to the worms for bait, put the hooks in |
| [01:46.788] | Then throw it back into the lake, then wait |
| [01:49.218] | If the fish take, the line shakes, then we start cooking |
| [01:52.210] | The trees absorb the toxic wind |
| [01:54.535] Then give off oxygen for the ox and hen to watch the rocks [?] | |
| [01:58.386] | Cloudy summer days right before and after storms |
| [02:01.896] | Forecast is warm |
| [02:03.386] | Spring flowers, violets, bells, orchids, roses, summer softness |
| [02:07.960] | Marsh lagoons, dark side of the moon, late afternoon |
| [02:11.528] Wetlands, swamps, bogs, fogs through the [morgues?] | |
| [02:15.581] | The singing dogs from New Guinea |
| [02:17.308] | It' s misty and blue windy, a few pygmies, new city |
| [02:20.897] | Two pennies on the third blue hue of the you and I verse, too pretty |
| [02:25.972] | Robotic to aquatic, two exotic tropics on the forest to the rocket |
| [02:30.568] | Take off, space course |
| [02:32.647] | I wave and talk into the mic |
| [02:34.749] | Engage, days lost |
| [02:37.068] | The shuttle windowpane begins to frost |
| [02:39.312] | Nebula registered |
| [02:40.894] | Nah, we in the Andromeda |
| [02:42.598] | I hear sounds like a harmonica |
| [02:44.323] | Wheels down, checking the monitor |
| [02:46.250] | I' m aware I' m the foreigner but prepared like a popular philosopher |
| [02:50.151] | Study the stars like an astronomer |
| [02:52.296] | Bars are cinematographer |
| [02:54.235] | But the style is hidden like the Apocrypha |
| [02:56.254] | It was written in steps like a choreographer |
| [02:58.797] | My core is in depth like a pure photographer |
| [03:01.045] | My nocturnal writing |
| [03:02.619] | First I analyze it, then I memorize it, then internalize it, then write my journal on the science, then speak it into a verbal alignment to take you on my vertical assignment to enjoy the personal enlightenment |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Walter Reed |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Walter Reed |
| [00:33.028] | A holy priest and a Hopi chief meet at Snowy Peak |
| [00:37.146] | Right below is Coyote Creek |
| [00:38.755] | That' s near the dark side |
| [00:40.110] | Is right near the Upper and the Lower East |
| [00:41.848] | They both slow to speak |
| [00:43.500] | One says, " Wait, hold your piece" |
| [00:45.067] | " We came here to hear the yogi teach" |
| [00:47.029] | Then the chief spoke brief, said, " I brought with me my sister, Golden Geese" |
| [00:51.139] | " Along with her is her daughter, Lonely Sheep, my only niece" |
| [00:54.387] | She rose to her feet |
| [00:55.659] | " We are complete" |
| [00:56.765] | For joy, the yogi leaped |
| [00:58.066] | His row was neat |
| [00:59.447] | While the old woman rolled and knead, squeezed and beat roti yeast for the ceremony feast |
| [01:05.628] | Where tonight the UFOs would meet |
| [01:08.364] | That' s when he revealed that it' s not really shaped like a wheel but like a lotus leaf and all of us are old as trees |
| [01:14.835] | His palms together on folded knees |
| [01:17.394] | He calmed the weather with poetry |
| [01:20.053] | Our arms had feathers unknowingly |
| [01:22.776] | He said since the ovaries he' d been glowing, speaking vocally |
| [01:26.041] Then it turned socially ’til he openly [?] | twinkle in the eye |
| [01:29.962] | In a moment he floated free |
| [01:31.301] | No man pursueth when the omens flee we both agree |
| [01:37.316] | Howls from the wolf den |
| [01:39.667] | Owls in the woodlands |
| [01:41.212] | Hours with the bushmen |
| [01:42.774] | Showers over the brook tend to the worms for bait, put the hooks in |
| [01:46.788] | Then throw it back into the lake, then wait |
| [01:49.218] | If the fish take, the line shakes, then we start cooking |
| [01:52.210] | The trees absorb the toxic wind |
| [01:54.535] Then give off oxygen for the ox and hen to watch the rocks [?] | |
| [01:58.386] | Cloudy summer days right before and after storms |
| [02:01.896] | Forecast is warm |
| [02:03.386] | Spring flowers, violets, bells, orchids, roses, summer softness |
| [02:07.960] | Marsh lagoons, dark side of the moon, late afternoon |
| [02:11.528] Wetlands, swamps, bogs, fogs through the [morgues?] | |
| [02:15.581] | The singing dogs from New Guinea |
| [02:17.308] | It' s misty and blue windy, a few pygmies, new city |
| [02:20.897] | Two pennies on the third blue hue of the you and I verse, too pretty |
| [02:25.972] | Robotic to aquatic, two exotic tropics on the forest to the rocket |
| [02:30.568] | Take off, space course |
| [02:32.647] | I wave and talk into the mic |
| [02:34.749] | Engage, days lost |
| [02:37.068] | The shuttle windowpane begins to frost |
| [02:39.312] | Nebula registered |
| [02:40.894] | Nah, we in the Andromeda |
| [02:42.598] | I hear sounds like a harmonica |
| [02:44.323] | Wheels down, checking the monitor |
| [02:46.250] | I' m aware I' m the foreigner but prepared like a popular philosopher |
| [02:50.151] | Study the stars like an astronomer |
| [02:52.296] | Bars are cinematographer |
| [02:54.235] | But the style is hidden like the Apocrypha |
| [02:56.254] | It was written in steps like a choreographer |
| [02:58.797] | My core is in depth like a pure photographer |
| [03:01.045] | My nocturnal writing |
| [03:02.619] | First I analyze it, then I memorize it, then internalize it, then write my journal on the science, then speak it into a verbal alignment to take you on my vertical assignment to enjoy the personal enlightenment |