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  • 作词 : Jim Morrison
    作曲 : Jim Morrison
    Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
    Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile egg-shell mind
    Blood in the streets
    In the town of New Haven
    Blood stains the roofs
    And the palm trees of Venice
    Blood in my love
    In the terrible summer
    Bloody red sun of
    Phantastic L.A
    Blood screams her brain
    As they chop off her fingers
    Blood will be born
    In the birth of a nation
    Blood is the rose of
    Mysterious union
    Blood on the rise
    It's following me
    Indian,Indian
    What did you die for?
    Indian says nothing at all
    Gently they stir
    Gently rise
    The dead are new-born awakening
    With ravaged limbs
    And wet souls
    Gently they sigh
    In rapt funeral amazement
    Who called these dead to dance?
    Was it the young woman
    Learning to play the "Ghost Song"
    In her baby grand
    Was it the wilderness children?
    Was it the Ghost-God himself
    Stuttering,cheering
    Chatting blindly?
    I called you up to
    Annoint the earth
    I called you to announce
    Sadness falling like
    Burned skin
    I called you to wish you well
    To glory in self like a new monster
    And now I call on you to pray
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Jim Morrison
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Jim Morrison
    [00:30.10]Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
    [00:35.23]Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile egg-shell mind
    [00:42.72]Blood in the streets
    [00:44.29]In the town of New Haven
    [00:47.20]Blood stains the roofs
    [00:49.62]And the palm trees of Venice
    [00:51.33]Blood in my love
    [00:52.85]In the terrible summer
    [00:55.56]Bloody red sun of
    [00:57.60]Phantastic L.A
    [01:02.08]Blood screams her brain
    [01:03.53]As they chop off her fingers
    [01:06.25]Blood will be born
    [01:07.12]In the birth of a nation
    [01:10.47]Blood is the rose of
    [01:11.39]Mysterious union
    [01:14.90]Blood on the rise
    [01:15.97]It's following me
    [01:23.47]Indian,Indian
    [01:24.59]What did you die for?
    [01:27.74]Indian says nothing at all
    [01:36.46]Gently they stir
    [01:39.31]Gently rise
    [01:41.13]The dead are new-born awakening
    [01:43.30]With ravaged limbs
    [01:44.64]And wet souls
    [01:46.21]Gently they sigh
    [01:48.07]In rapt funeral amazement
    [01:50.72]Who called these dead to dance?
    [01:54.08]Was it the young woman
    [01:55.19]Learning to play the "Ghost Song"
    [01:56.77]In her baby grand
    [02:00.34]Was it the wilderness children?
    [02:02.35]Was it the Ghost-God himself
    [02:04.33]Stuttering,cheering
    [02:05.65]Chatting blindly?
    [02:07.46]I called you up to
    [02:09.10]Annoint the earth
    [02:10.47]I called you to announce
    [02:11.12]Sadness falling like
    [02:13.28]Burned skin
    [02:15.30]I called you to wish you well
    [02:16.90]To glory in self like a new monster
    [02:19.41]And now I call on you to pray