Andromeda - Killah Priest.mp3

[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