| Song | Fool's Moon |
| Artist | Gov't Mule |
| Album | Gov't Mule 2013-07-05 Limbourg, BEL |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Haynes | |
| Blur - Fool's Day | |
| Wake up straight | |
| Called out by the sun | |
| On the first day of April | |
| Out of bed | |
| Lord, it was a plane crash | |
| But I’m sure that I was dreaming | |
| TV on, | |
| Of course caffeine and signs | |
| Of submission again | |
| Another day | |
| On this little island | |
| Just a bell hangs on | |
| Porridge done | |
| I take my kid to school | |
| It was the pound shop, Woolworth’s | |
| Under bridge | |
| Where the subway sees the daytime | |
| And the West Way flies by | |
| Then on my bike | |
| Down the Ladbroke Grove | |
| To the forthcoming dramas | |
| The studio | |
| And a love of all sweet music | |
| We just can’t let go | |
| Let go… let go.. let go… let go.. llet go | |
| So meditate | |
| On what we’ve all become | |
| On a cold day in springtime | |
| Civil War | |
| Is what we all were born into | |
| Raise your left hand, right, sing | |
| Don’t capitulate | |
| To the forces of the market place | |
| They’re long departed | |
| Consolidate | |
| The love we’ve had together | |
| On a cold day in springtime |
| zuo ci : Haynes | |
| Blur Fool' s Day | |
| Wake up straight | |
| Called out by the sun | |
| On the first day of April | |
| Out of bed | |
| Lord, it was a plane crash | |
| But I' m sure that I was dreaming | |
| TV on, | |
| Of course caffeine and signs | |
| Of submission again | |
| Another day | |
| On this little island | |
| Just a bell hangs on | |
| Porridge done | |
| I take my kid to school | |
| It was the pound shop, Woolworth' s | |
| Under bridge | |
| Where the subway sees the daytime | |
| And the West Way flies by | |
| Then on my bike | |
| Down the Ladbroke Grove | |
| To the forthcoming dramas | |
| The studio | |
| And a love of all sweet music | |
| We just can' t let go | |
| Let go let go.. let go let go.. llet go | |
| So meditate | |
| On what we' ve all become | |
| On a cold day in springtime | |
| Civil War | |
| Is what we all were born into | |
| Raise your left hand, right, sing | |
| Don' t capitulate | |
| To the forces of the market place | |
| They' re long departed | |
| Consolidate | |
| The love we' ve had together | |
| On a cold day in springtime |
| zuò cí : Haynes | |
| Blur Fool' s Day | |
| Wake up straight | |
| Called out by the sun | |
| On the first day of April | |
| Out of bed | |
| Lord, it was a plane crash | |
| But I' m sure that I was dreaming | |
| TV on, | |
| Of course caffeine and signs | |
| Of submission again | |
| Another day | |
| On this little island | |
| Just a bell hangs on | |
| Porridge done | |
| I take my kid to school | |
| It was the pound shop, Woolworth' s | |
| Under bridge | |
| Where the subway sees the daytime | |
| And the West Way flies by | |
| Then on my bike | |
| Down the Ladbroke Grove | |
| To the forthcoming dramas | |
| The studio | |
| And a love of all sweet music | |
| We just can' t let go | |
| Let go let go.. let go let go.. llet go | |
| So meditate | |
| On what we' ve all become | |
| On a cold day in springtime | |
| Civil War | |
| Is what we all were born into | |
| Raise your left hand, right, sing | |
| Don' t capitulate | |
| To the forces of the market place | |
| They' re long departed | |
| Consolidate | |
| The love we' ve had together | |
| On a cold day in springtime |