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Eyes of the World (Live at Winterland Arena, San Francisco, CA, December 29, 1977) - Grateful Dead.lrc

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[00:00.00] 编曲 : Bill Kreutzmann/Bob Weir/Donna Jean Godchaux/Jerry Garcia/Keith Godchaux/Mickey Hart/Phil Lesh
[00:01.00] 作词 : Robert Hunter/Jerry Garcia
[00:02.00] 作曲 : Robert Hunter/Jerry Garcia
[00:26.54]Right outside this lazy summer home
[00:32.41]You ain't got time to call your soul a critic no.
[00:39.06]Right outside the lazy gate of winter's summer home,
[00:46.51]Wond'rin' where the nut-thatch winters,
[00:50.04]Wings a mile long just carried the bird away.
[00:57.69]Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
[01:05.10]The heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.
[01:12.44]Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,
[01:20.17]But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenin's and songs of it's own.
[01:28.18]There comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away,
[01:35.32]And there follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clay.
[01:42.92]And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom, and decay,
[01:50.29]And night comes so quiet, it's close on the heels of the day.
[01:57.92]Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
[02:05.17]The heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.
[02:12.79]Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,
[02:20.25]But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenin's and songs of it's own.
[02:27.79]Sometimes we live no particular way but our own,
[02:35.10]And sometimes we visit your country and live in your home,
[02:42.61]Sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone,
[02:50.09]Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own.
[02:57.65]Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
[03:05.02]The heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.
[03:12.55]Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,
[03:20.08]But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenin's and songs of it's own.
[15:20.46] 吉他 : Bob Weir/Jerry Garcia
[15:21.46] 键盘 : Keith Godchaux
[15:22.46] 低音吉他 : Phil Lesh
[15:23.46] 鼓 : Bill Kreutzmann/Mickey Hart
[15:24.46] 人声 : Donna Jean Godchaux/Phil Lesh
文本歌词
编曲 : Bill Kreutzmann/Bob Weir/Donna Jean Godchaux/Jerry Garcia/Keith Godchaux/Mickey Hart/Phil Lesh
作词 : Robert Hunter/Jerry Garcia
作曲 : Robert Hunter/Jerry Garcia
Right outside this lazy summer home
You ain't got time to call your soul a critic no.
Right outside the lazy gate of winter's summer home,
Wond'rin' where the nut-thatch winters,
Wings a mile long just carried the bird away.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
The heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,
But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenin's and songs of it's own.
There comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away,
And there follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clay.
And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom, and decay,
And night comes so quiet, it's close on the heels of the day.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
The heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,
But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenin's and songs of it's own.
Sometimes we live no particular way but our own,
And sometimes we visit your country and live in your home,
Sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone,
Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
The heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,
But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenin's and songs of it's own.
吉他 : Bob Weir/Jerry Garcia
键盘 : Keith Godchaux
低音吉他 : Phil Lesh
鼓 : Bill Kreutzmann/Mickey Hart
人声 : Donna Jean Godchaux/Phil Lesh