| Song | Weedking |
| Artist | Guided by Voices |
| Album | Propeller |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Pollard | |
| Long Live Rockathon | |
| Offspring and Tag alongs were finding | |
| The history book has lost its binding | |
| pages everywhere | |
| Two Titans without care will read them | |
| We conjure ghosts and then we feed them | |
| And if it all goes well we'll laugh a lot | |
| and then we'll all take photographs | |
| of what we made..lemonade | |
| freedomcake quick to bake | |
| trim the tree collectively | |
| breath the air from the fair | |
| and watch colored lights shine down | |
| dancing round the lady's face | |
| as we learned the sound | |
| we can('t?) keep this violent pace | |
| though we know that haste makes waste | |
| and I'm giving you a ring | |
| for the dreams of the weedking we all sing |
| zuo ci : Pollard | |
| Long Live Rockathon | |
| Offspring and Tag alongs were finding | |
| The history book has lost its binding | |
| pages everywhere | |
| Two Titans without care will read them | |
| We conjure ghosts and then we feed them | |
| And if it all goes well we' ll laugh a lot | |
| and then we' ll all take photographs | |
| of what we made.. lemonade | |
| freedomcake quick to bake | |
| trim the tree collectively | |
| breath the air from the fair | |
| and watch colored lights shine down | |
| dancing round the lady' s face | |
| as we learned the sound | |
| we can' t? keep this violent pace | |
| though we know that haste makes waste | |
| and I' m giving you a ring | |
| for the dreams of the weedking we all sing |
| zuò cí : Pollard | |
| Long Live Rockathon | |
| Offspring and Tag alongs were finding | |
| The history book has lost its binding | |
| pages everywhere | |
| Two Titans without care will read them | |
| We conjure ghosts and then we feed them | |
| And if it all goes well we' ll laugh a lot | |
| and then we' ll all take photographs | |
| of what we made.. lemonade | |
| freedomcake quick to bake | |
| trim the tree collectively | |
| breath the air from the fair | |
| and watch colored lights shine down | |
| dancing round the lady' s face | |
| as we learned the sound | |
| we can' t? keep this violent pace | |
| though we know that haste makes waste | |
| and I' m giving you a ring | |
| for the dreams of the weedking we all sing |