[00:00.00]HAILING DRUMS(Part.1) (Live) - 重塑雕像的权利
[00:21.70]词:重塑雕像的权利
[00:37.98]曲:重塑雕像的权利
[00:54.26]编曲:重塑雕像的权利
[01:12.35]主唱/吉他/合成器:华东
[01:34.05]合成器:刘敏
[01:44.90]鼓:黄锦
[01:52.14]声音制作人:金少刚
[02:08.42]音乐混音:李军
[02:21.08]A solitary sound for solitary party
[02:26.16]
[02:28.09]They gonna beat my tones
[02:31.33]
[02:31.83]They gonna beat my skin like somebody else
[02:35.22]A place to talk you've made for wasting
[02:40.67]
[02:42.48]I kinda like to find a way to rent a body and waste it by myself
[02:49.66]
[02:51.28]We're walking like your honey
[02:56.51]Beating drums and tones
[03:00.16]For my blended cotton tree
[03:02.47]
[03:05.24]Now I start wasting tomorrow
[03:10.72]To celebrate my sorrow
[03:14.52]Till the flames frays out
[03:17.47]
[03:46.59]He covered his gun
[03:50.50]All the vagrants are hailing
[03:52.16]
[03:54.01]They running up the flag
[03:56.15]
[03:57.79]They turning up my blinking amps
[04:01.25]Just heal the poor
[04:03.29]
[04:04.82]And strange punk kids
[04:06.69]
[04:08.55]Pretending to be cool
[04:10.21]
[04:12.10]They never be surprised of being the wildest one
[04:16.63]
[04:45.49]We're walking like your honey
[04:51.37]Beating drums and tones
[04:54.80]For my blended cotton tree
[04:57.49]
[04:59.81]Now I start wasting tomorrow
[05:05.29]To celebrate my sorrow
[05:09.15]Till the flames frays out
HAILING DRUMS(Part.1) (Live) - 重塑雕像的权利
词:重塑雕像的权利
曲:重塑雕像的权利
编曲:重塑雕像的权利
主唱/吉他/合成器:华东
合成器:刘敏
鼓:黄锦
声音制作人:金少刚
音乐混音:李军
A solitary sound for solitary party
They gonna beat my tones
They gonna beat my skin like somebody else
A place to talk you've made for wasting
I kinda like to find a way to rent a body and waste it by myself
We're walking like your honey
Beating drums and tones
For my blended cotton tree
Now I start wasting tomorrow
To celebrate my sorrow
Till the flames frays out
He covered his gun
All the vagrants are hailing
They running up the flag
They turning up my blinking amps
Just heal the poor
And strange punk kids
Pretending to be cool
They never be surprised of being the wildest one
We're walking like your honey
Beating drums and tones
For my blended cotton tree
Now I start wasting tomorrow
To celebrate my sorrow
Till the flames frays out