| Song | Neon Filler |
| Artist | Giant Sand |
| Album | Ramp |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gelb | |
| Riddles of the wonderment. | |
| Wonders of the firmament. | |
| Let alone laid up and laying low. | |
| Things could've been better. | |
| They could not have gotten any worse... | |
| When there were tears in the alleyway | |
| And laughter waiting outside in the hearse. | |
| The snakes and the sawtooths | |
| Lay loving the buck, | |
| Spending all their time setting up camp | |
| And running amok. | |
| There's an absurd remark about contender | |
| And repulsion.... She's not that hard to find. | |
| There's a conclusion here based on surrender, | |
| And the general dismissal on the merit of mankind. | |
| There's a town up in the high desert | |
| Where Dr. Gene says the demons run... | |
| Along side a chunk of heaven hovering there where a | |
| Wind in the image of the throne rides shotgun. | |
| Light is not the neon filler.... | |
| Not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark. | |
| Light is the Moses. | |
| Splitting the waves in a sea of dark. | |
| There once was a man without a paddle up the creek. | |
| Who could not talk his way out of a paper bag | |
| When he tried to speak. | |
| Now they claim him as a genius that htey chose to seek. | |
| Though he still hasn't had both oars in the water | |
| When his stream of consciousness begins to leak. | |
| There's a street called Hollywood Boulevard. | |
| Where a Christ with cross wheels his wood. | |
| And the dipping, dripping lips in the sideshow | |
| Bar turn and gaze, swallow hard and wonder | |
| "now how could...?" | |
| Light is not the neon filler.... | |
| It's not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark. | |
| Light is the Moses. | |
| Spilling it's way unto the sea of dark. | |
| There's an absurd remark about contender.... | |
| And Repulsa, she's not that hard to find. | |
| There's an ending here based on surrender, | |
| And the general dismissal on the merit of mankind. | |
| Things could've been better. | |
| They could not have gotten any worse... | |
| When the tears lay in the alleyway | |
| And laughter waiting outside in the hearse. | |
| Light is not the neon filler.... | |
| It's not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark. | |
| "I love you Hank" | |
| "Just like Layla." |
| zuo ci : Gelb | |
| Riddles of the wonderment. | |
| Wonders of the firmament. | |
| Let alone laid up and laying low. | |
| Things could' ve been better. | |
| They could not have gotten any worse... | |
| When there were tears in the alleyway | |
| And laughter waiting outside in the hearse. | |
| The snakes and the sawtooths | |
| Lay loving the buck, | |
| Spending all their time setting up camp | |
| And running amok. | |
| There' s an absurd remark about contender | |
| And repulsion.... She' s not that hard to find. | |
| There' s a conclusion here based on surrender, | |
| And the general dismissal on the merit of mankind. | |
| There' s a town up in the high desert | |
| Where Dr. Gene says the demons run... | |
| Along side a chunk of heaven hovering there where a | |
| Wind in the image of the throne rides shotgun. | |
| Light is not the neon filler.... | |
| Not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark. | |
| Light is the Moses. | |
| Splitting the waves in a sea of dark. | |
| There once was a man without a paddle up the creek. | |
| Who could not talk his way out of a paper bag | |
| When he tried to speak. | |
| Now they claim him as a genius that htey chose to seek. | |
| Though he still hasn' t had both oars in the water | |
| When his stream of consciousness begins to leak. | |
| There' s a street called Hollywood Boulevard. | |
| Where a Christ with cross wheels his wood. | |
| And the dipping, dripping lips in the sideshow | |
| Bar turn and gaze, swallow hard and wonder | |
| " now how could...?" | |
| Light is not the neon filler.... | |
| It' s not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark. | |
| Light is the Moses. | |
| Spilling it' s way unto the sea of dark. | |
| There' s an absurd remark about contender.... | |
| And Repulsa, she' s not that hard to find. | |
| There' s an ending here based on surrender, | |
| And the general dismissal on the merit of mankind. | |
| Things could' ve been better. | |
| They could not have gotten any worse... | |
| When the tears lay in the alleyway | |
| And laughter waiting outside in the hearse. | |
| Light is not the neon filler.... | |
| It' s not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark. | |
| " I love you Hank" | |
| " Just like Layla." |
| zuò cí : Gelb | |
| Riddles of the wonderment. | |
| Wonders of the firmament. | |
| Let alone laid up and laying low. | |
| Things could' ve been better. | |
| They could not have gotten any worse... | |
| When there were tears in the alleyway | |
| And laughter waiting outside in the hearse. | |
| The snakes and the sawtooths | |
| Lay loving the buck, | |
| Spending all their time setting up camp | |
| And running amok. | |
| There' s an absurd remark about contender | |
| And repulsion.... She' s not that hard to find. | |
| There' s a conclusion here based on surrender, | |
| And the general dismissal on the merit of mankind. | |
| There' s a town up in the high desert | |
| Where Dr. Gene says the demons run... | |
| Along side a chunk of heaven hovering there where a | |
| Wind in the image of the throne rides shotgun. | |
| Light is not the neon filler.... | |
| Not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark. | |
| Light is the Moses. | |
| Splitting the waves in a sea of dark. | |
| There once was a man without a paddle up the creek. | |
| Who could not talk his way out of a paper bag | |
| When he tried to speak. | |
| Now they claim him as a genius that htey chose to seek. | |
| Though he still hasn' t had both oars in the water | |
| When his stream of consciousness begins to leak. | |
| There' s a street called Hollywood Boulevard. | |
| Where a Christ with cross wheels his wood. | |
| And the dipping, dripping lips in the sideshow | |
| Bar turn and gaze, swallow hard and wonder | |
| " now how could...?" | |
| Light is not the neon filler.... | |
| It' s not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark. | |
| Light is the Moses. | |
| Spilling it' s way unto the sea of dark. | |
| There' s an absurd remark about contender.... | |
| And Repulsa, she' s not that hard to find. | |
| There' s an ending here based on surrender, | |
| And the general dismissal on the merit of mankind. | |
| Things could' ve been better. | |
| They could not have gotten any worse... | |
| When the tears lay in the alleyway | |
| And laughter waiting outside in the hearse. | |
| Light is not the neon filler.... | |
| It' s not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark. | |
| " I love you Hank" | |
| " Just like Layla." |