| Song | Sunstroke House |
| Artist | Augie March |
| Album | Strange Bird |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Richards | |
| O fraudulent mirror, O rank rainbow toad, | |
| I'd break apart too, if I knowed what you knowed, | |
| I'd fall from the wall, I'd leap from the road, | |
| You take cover in the clover, you don't shoulder the load. | |
| Wagner and wife, drama and strife, | |
| Their syphilitic friend Dionysus is wise not to ask "Where's Sunstroke House?" | |
| Where's a crow on the far fence? | |
| Where's a mill by the pond? | |
| Pale with horror I saw you when your bird flew, | |
| Now who in the whole low world has been kind to you, | |
| Save for a kindly, ugly few? | |
| Don't read it, don't watch it, don't do what they do. | |
| From the wind in the Winter, no mercy, no quarter, | |
| From the Summer no mercy, and little goes well, | |
| That's where you'll live, that's where you'll live, | |
| Till a gale rips ya sail, till a will kills ya mill... | |
| Where have you been, my heat, my shadow? | |
| How well did you like the song? | |
| I filled it so full of nonsense and unrule | |
| you feel like there's something forgotten or fell. | |
| Pale with horror I saw you when your bird flew, | |
| Now who in the whole low world has been kind to you, | |
| Save for a kindly, ugly few? | |
| Don't read it, don't watch it, don't do what they do. | |
| Pink lipped bub, golden haired sitting, | |
| Portraits of withering roots - | |
| Pretty diversions, pointless excursions, pleasant distractions, | |
| Underground mutes. |
| zuo qu : Richards | |
| O fraudulent mirror, O rank rainbow toad, | |
| I' d break apart too, if I knowed what you knowed, | |
| I' d fall from the wall, I' d leap from the road, | |
| You take cover in the clover, you don' t shoulder the load. | |
| Wagner and wife, drama and strife, | |
| Their syphilitic friend Dionysus is wise not to ask " Where' s Sunstroke House?" | |
| Where' s a crow on the far fence? | |
| Where' s a mill by the pond? | |
| Pale with horror I saw you when your bird flew, | |
| Now who in the whole low world has been kind to you, | |
| Save for a kindly, ugly few? | |
| Don' t read it, don' t watch it, don' t do what they do. | |
| From the wind in the Winter, no mercy, no quarter, | |
| From the Summer no mercy, and little goes well, | |
| That' s where you' ll live, that' s where you' ll live, | |
| Till a gale rips ya sail, till a will kills ya mill... | |
| Where have you been, my heat, my shadow? | |
| How well did you like the song? | |
| I filled it so full of nonsense and unrule | |
| you feel like there' s something forgotten or fell. | |
| Pale with horror I saw you when your bird flew, | |
| Now who in the whole low world has been kind to you, | |
| Save for a kindly, ugly few? | |
| Don' t read it, don' t watch it, don' t do what they do. | |
| Pink lipped bub, golden haired sitting, | |
| Portraits of withering roots | |
| Pretty diversions, pointless excursions, pleasant distractions, | |
| Underground mutes. |
| zuò qǔ : Richards | |
| O fraudulent mirror, O rank rainbow toad, | |
| I' d break apart too, if I knowed what you knowed, | |
| I' d fall from the wall, I' d leap from the road, | |
| You take cover in the clover, you don' t shoulder the load. | |
| Wagner and wife, drama and strife, | |
| Their syphilitic friend Dionysus is wise not to ask " Where' s Sunstroke House?" | |
| Where' s a crow on the far fence? | |
| Where' s a mill by the pond? | |
| Pale with horror I saw you when your bird flew, | |
| Now who in the whole low world has been kind to you, | |
| Save for a kindly, ugly few? | |
| Don' t read it, don' t watch it, don' t do what they do. | |
| From the wind in the Winter, no mercy, no quarter, | |
| From the Summer no mercy, and little goes well, | |
| That' s where you' ll live, that' s where you' ll live, | |
| Till a gale rips ya sail, till a will kills ya mill... | |
| Where have you been, my heat, my shadow? | |
| How well did you like the song? | |
| I filled it so full of nonsense and unrule | |
| you feel like there' s something forgotten or fell. | |
| Pale with horror I saw you when your bird flew, | |
| Now who in the whole low world has been kind to you, | |
| Save for a kindly, ugly few? | |
| Don' t read it, don' t watch it, don' t do what they do. | |
| Pink lipped bub, golden haired sitting, | |
| Portraits of withering roots | |
| Pretty diversions, pointless excursions, pleasant distractions, | |
| Underground mutes. |