| Song | The Black Angel's Death Song - Live |
| Artist | The Velvet Underground |
| Album | The Bootleg Series Vol.1 - The Quine Tapes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cale, Reed | |
| Myriad choice of his fate | |
| Set themselves out upon a plate | |
| For him to choose | |
| What had he to lose? | |
| Not a ghost bloodied country | |
| All covered with sleep | |
| Where the | |
| Black Angel did weep | |
| Not an old city street in the east | |
| Gone to choose | |
| And wandering's brother | |
| Walked on through the night | |
| With his hair in his face | |
| On a long splintered cut from the knife | |
| Of GTThe rally man's patter ran on through the dawn | |
| Until we said so long | |
| To his skull | |
| Shrill yell | |
| Shining brightly red rimmed and | |
| Red lined with the time | |
| Infused with the choice of the mind | |
| On ice skates scraping chunks | |
| From the bells | |
| Cut mouth bleeding razors | |
| Forgetting the pain | |
| Antiseptic remains cool, good buy | |
| So you fly | |
| To the cozy brown snow of the east | |
| Gonna choose, choose again | |
| Sacrificials remain make it hard to forget | |
| Where you come from | |
| The stools of your eyes | |
| Serve to realize fame | |
| Choose again | |
| And Rovermans' refrain of the sacrilege recluse | |
| For the loss of a horse | |
| When the bowels and a tail of a rat | |
| Come again, choose to go | |
| And if Epiphany's terror reduced you to shame | |
| Have your head bobbed and weaved | |
| Choose a side | |
| To be onAnd if the stone glances off | |
| Split didactics in two | |
| Leave the color of the mouse trails | |
| Don't scream, try between | |
| If you choose | |
| If you choose, try to lose | |
| For the loss of remain come and start | |
| Start the game | |
| I che che, che che | |
| IChe che che, ka tah koh | |
| Choose to choose | |
| Choose to choose, choose to go |
| zuo ci : Cale, Reed | |
| Myriad choice of his fate | |
| Set themselves out upon a plate | |
| For him to choose | |
| What had he to lose? | |
| Not a ghost bloodied country | |
| All covered with sleep | |
| Where the | |
| Black Angel did weep | |
| Not an old city street in the east | |
| Gone to choose | |
| And wandering' s brother | |
| Walked on through the night | |
| With his hair in his face | |
| On a long splintered cut from the knife | |
| Of GTThe rally man' s patter ran on through the dawn | |
| Until we said so long | |
| To his skull | |
| Shrill yell | |
| Shining brightly red rimmed and | |
| Red lined with the time | |
| Infused with the choice of the mind | |
| On ice skates scraping chunks | |
| From the bells | |
| Cut mouth bleeding razors | |
| Forgetting the pain | |
| Antiseptic remains cool, good buy | |
| So you fly | |
| To the cozy brown snow of the east | |
| Gonna choose, choose again | |
| Sacrificials remain make it hard to forget | |
| Where you come from | |
| The stools of your eyes | |
| Serve to realize fame | |
| Choose again | |
| And Rovermans' refrain of the sacrilege recluse | |
| For the loss of a horse | |
| When the bowels and a tail of a rat | |
| Come again, choose to go | |
| And if Epiphany' s terror reduced you to shame | |
| Have your head bobbed and weaved | |
| Choose a side | |
| To be onAnd if the stone glances off | |
| Split didactics in two | |
| Leave the color of the mouse trails | |
| Don' t scream, try between | |
| If you choose | |
| If you choose, try to lose | |
| For the loss of remain come and start | |
| Start the game | |
| I che che, che che | |
| IChe che che, ka tah koh | |
| Choose to choose | |
| Choose to choose, choose to go |
| zuò cí : Cale, Reed | |
| Myriad choice of his fate | |
| Set themselves out upon a plate | |
| For him to choose | |
| What had he to lose? | |
| Not a ghost bloodied country | |
| All covered with sleep | |
| Where the | |
| Black Angel did weep | |
| Not an old city street in the east | |
| Gone to choose | |
| And wandering' s brother | |
| Walked on through the night | |
| With his hair in his face | |
| On a long splintered cut from the knife | |
| Of GTThe rally man' s patter ran on through the dawn | |
| Until we said so long | |
| To his skull | |
| Shrill yell | |
| Shining brightly red rimmed and | |
| Red lined with the time | |
| Infused with the choice of the mind | |
| On ice skates scraping chunks | |
| From the bells | |
| Cut mouth bleeding razors | |
| Forgetting the pain | |
| Antiseptic remains cool, good buy | |
| So you fly | |
| To the cozy brown snow of the east | |
| Gonna choose, choose again | |
| Sacrificials remain make it hard to forget | |
| Where you come from | |
| The stools of your eyes | |
| Serve to realize fame | |
| Choose again | |
| And Rovermans' refrain of the sacrilege recluse | |
| For the loss of a horse | |
| When the bowels and a tail of a rat | |
| Come again, choose to go | |
| And if Epiphany' s terror reduced you to shame | |
| Have your head bobbed and weaved | |
| Choose a side | |
| To be onAnd if the stone glances off | |
| Split didactics in two | |
| Leave the color of the mouse trails | |
| Don' t scream, try between | |
| If you choose | |
| If you choose, try to lose | |
| For the loss of remain come and start | |
| Start the game | |
| I che che, che che | |
| IChe che che, ka tah koh | |
| Choose to choose | |
| Choose to choose, choose to go |