| Song | Hyperion and Sunset |
| Artist | Grant Lee Buffalo |
| Album | Copperopolis |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Phillips | |
| Gift of the sage chaparral | |
| Born of this bone-dry heat | |
| In summer when roads turn caramel | |
| The earthquakes and everyone leaves | |
| Where have they gone | |
| Far from hyperion | |
| And sunset boulevard | |
| Where have they gone | |
| North up to oregon | |
| And mt. saint helens ha ha ha | |
| Left behind dishes and furniture | |
| Took only the blankets to sleep | |
| Sprinkled their pillows with lavender | |
| Safe from the grasp of the enemy | |
| Where have they gone | |
| Far from hyperion | |
| And sunset boulevard | |
| Where have they gone | |
| North up to oregon | |
| And mt. saint helens ha | |
| Thrown from the nest of los angeles | |
| Naive and motherless each | |
| Dear friends farewell | |
| Write down the e-mail for me | |
| We're out of town till these aftershocks | |
| Let up most definitely | |
| Where have they gone | |
| Far from hyperion | |
| And sunset boulevard | |
| Word is you've gone | |
| On up to oregon | |
| With room for company | |
| Flown from the nest of los angeles | |
| Naive and motherless me |
| zuo ci : Phillips | |
| Gift of the sage chaparral | |
| Born of this bonedry heat | |
| In summer when roads turn caramel | |
| The earthquakes and everyone leaves | |
| Where have they gone | |
| Far from hyperion | |
| And sunset boulevard | |
| Where have they gone | |
| North up to oregon | |
| And mt. saint helens ha ha ha | |
| Left behind dishes and furniture | |
| Took only the blankets to sleep | |
| Sprinkled their pillows with lavender | |
| Safe from the grasp of the enemy | |
| Where have they gone | |
| Far from hyperion | |
| And sunset boulevard | |
| Where have they gone | |
| North up to oregon | |
| And mt. saint helens ha | |
| Thrown from the nest of los angeles | |
| Naive and motherless each | |
| Dear friends farewell | |
| Write down the email for me | |
| We' re out of town till these aftershocks | |
| Let up most definitely | |
| Where have they gone | |
| Far from hyperion | |
| And sunset boulevard | |
| Word is you' ve gone | |
| On up to oregon | |
| With room for company | |
| Flown from the nest of los angeles | |
| Naive and motherless me |
| zuò cí : Phillips | |
| Gift of the sage chaparral | |
| Born of this bonedry heat | |
| In summer when roads turn caramel | |
| The earthquakes and everyone leaves | |
| Where have they gone | |
| Far from hyperion | |
| And sunset boulevard | |
| Where have they gone | |
| North up to oregon | |
| And mt. saint helens ha ha ha | |
| Left behind dishes and furniture | |
| Took only the blankets to sleep | |
| Sprinkled their pillows with lavender | |
| Safe from the grasp of the enemy | |
| Where have they gone | |
| Far from hyperion | |
| And sunset boulevard | |
| Where have they gone | |
| North up to oregon | |
| And mt. saint helens ha | |
| Thrown from the nest of los angeles | |
| Naive and motherless each | |
| Dear friends farewell | |
| Write down the email for me | |
| We' re out of town till these aftershocks | |
| Let up most definitely | |
| Where have they gone | |
| Far from hyperion | |
| And sunset boulevard | |
| Word is you' ve gone | |
| On up to oregon | |
| With room for company | |
| Flown from the nest of los angeles | |
| Naive and motherless me |