Andromeda - Killah Priest.lrc

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[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

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作词 : Walter Reed
作曲 : Walter Reed
A holy priest and a Hopi chief meet at Snowy Peak
Right below is Coyote Creek
That’s near the dark side
Is right near the Upper and the Lower East
They both slow to speak
One says, “Wait, hold your piece”
“We came here to hear the yogi teach”
Then the chief spoke brief, said, “I brought with me my sister, Golden Geese”
“Along with her is her daughter, Lonely Sheep, my only niece”
She rose to her feet
“We are complete”
For joy, the yogi leaped
His row was neat
While the old woman rolled and knead, squeezed and beat roti yeast for the ceremony feast
Where tonight the UFOs would meet
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
His palms together on folded knees
He calmed the weather with poetry
Our arms had feathers unknowingly
He said since the ovaries he’d been glowing, speaking vocally
Then it turned socially ’til he openly twinkle in the eye
In a moment he floated free
No man pursueth when the omens flee we both agree
Howls from the wolf den
Owls in the woodlands
Hours with the bushmen
Showers over the brook tend to the worms for bait, put the hooks in
Then throw it back into the lake, then wait
If the fish take, the line shakes, then we start cooking
The trees absorb the toxic wind
Then give off oxygen for the ox and hen to watch the rocks
Cloudy summer days right before and after storms
Forecast is warm
Spring flowers, violets, bells, orchids, roses, summer softness
Marsh lagoons, dark side of the moon, late afternoon
Wetlands, swamps, bogs, fogs through the
The singing dogs from New Guinea
It’s misty and blue windy, a few pygmies, new city
Two pennies on the third blue hue of the you and I verse, too pretty
Robotic to aquatic, two exotic tropics on the forest to the rocket
Take off, space course
I wave and talk into the mic
Engage, days lost
The shuttle windowpane begins to frost
Nebula registered
Nah, we in the Andromeda
I hear sounds like a harmonica
Wheels down, checking the monitor
I’m aware I’m the foreigner but prepared like a popular philosopher
Study the stars like an astronomer
Bars are cinematographer
But the style is hidden like the Apocrypha
It was written in steps like a choreographer
My core is in depth like a pure photographer
My nocturnal writing
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