04 - Newborn awakening
๐ต 1041 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:26 duration
๐ ID: 17910516
๐ Lyrics
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 fantastic L.A.
Blood screams her brain, 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 newborn 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 anoint 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
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 fantastic L.A.
Blood screams her brain, 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 newborn 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 anoint 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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:29.85] Indians scattered on dawn's highway, bleeding
[00:34.85] Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile egg-shell mind
[00:42.15] Blood in the streets
[00:43.98] In the town of New Haven
[00:46.42] Blood stains the roofs
[00:48.12] And the palm trees of Venice
[00:50.83] Blood in my love
[00:52.28] In the terrible summer
[00:55.03] Bloody red sun of fantastic L.A.
[01:01.60] Blood screams her brain, chop off her fingers
[01:05.62] Blood will be born in the birth of a nation
[01:10.03] Blood is the rose of mysterious union
[01:14.38] Blood on the rise, it's following me
[01:17.50]
[01:22.77] Indian, Indian
[01:24.15] What did you die for?
[01:27.29] Indian says nothing at all
[01:30.28]
[01:35.73] Gently they stir
[01:38.97] Gently rise
[01:40.56] The dead are newborn awakening
[01:42.65] With ravaged limbs
[01:44.23] And wet souls
[01:45.65] Gently they sigh
[01:47.24] In rapt funeral amazement
[01:50.30] Who called these dead to dance?
[01:53.56] Was it the young woman learning to play the "Ghost Song" in her baby grand?
[01:59.77] Was it the wilderness children?
[02:01.91] Was it the Ghost-God himself, stuttering, cheering, chatting blindly?
[02:07.78] I called you up to anoint the earth
[02:10.15] I called you to announce sadness falling like burned skin
[02:14.71] I called you to wish you well
[02:16.63] To glory in self like a new monster
[02:19.01] And now I call on you to pray
[02:21.17]
[00:34.85] Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile egg-shell mind
[00:42.15] Blood in the streets
[00:43.98] In the town of New Haven
[00:46.42] Blood stains the roofs
[00:48.12] And the palm trees of Venice
[00:50.83] Blood in my love
[00:52.28] In the terrible summer
[00:55.03] Bloody red sun of fantastic L.A.
[01:01.60] Blood screams her brain, chop off her fingers
[01:05.62] Blood will be born in the birth of a nation
[01:10.03] Blood is the rose of mysterious union
[01:14.38] Blood on the rise, it's following me
[01:17.50]
[01:22.77] Indian, Indian
[01:24.15] What did you die for?
[01:27.29] Indian says nothing at all
[01:30.28]
[01:35.73] Gently they stir
[01:38.97] Gently rise
[01:40.56] The dead are newborn awakening
[01:42.65] With ravaged limbs
[01:44.23] And wet souls
[01:45.65] Gently they sigh
[01:47.24] In rapt funeral amazement
[01:50.30] Who called these dead to dance?
[01:53.56] Was it the young woman learning to play the "Ghost Song" in her baby grand?
[01:59.77] Was it the wilderness children?
[02:01.91] Was it the Ghost-God himself, stuttering, cheering, chatting blindly?
[02:07.78] I called you up to anoint the earth
[02:10.15] I called you to announce sadness falling like burned skin
[02:14.71] I called you to wish you well
[02:16.63] To glory in self like a new monster
[02:19.01] And now I call on you to pray
[02:21.17]