Search results for 'red-crowned crane'

on venus it rains sulfuric acid
and the raindrops evaporate before they hit the ground

japanese red-crowned cranes by the water here

trouble in town
i feel like i'm gonna drown down here
it's all coming down down here

hurricane's in from australia
tore up the neighborhood
a telegram from lithuania
and the news is not good
and i don't speak the language down here
it's all coming down down here
yeah

johnson johnson is my name
brooklyn is my station
heaven is my resting place
and God is my salvation

众里寻她千百度
Hey tell me can you feel it
There's a new breeze in the air
Blowing in from the east
The smell of 茉莉 so sweet
Those red lanterns shining everywhere
Cos it's finally the time
For the phoenix to rise
From the ashes it left behind
And for the red crowned crane
To fly overhead once again
Above those auspicious clouds in the sky
Hey tell me can you hear
The sound of erhu in the streets
It's such a beautiful sound
Like nature so profound
When it's playing to a hip-hop beat
Cos in the city of dreams
人的喜好 it seems
Is generational divided by years
To bridge the young and old
Design a fashion so bold
And let this new revelation unfold
A thousand wonders to be found
Traditions carried future bound
中国潮 is breaking ground
We're living it up in new Chinatown
小桃枝上春风早
初试薄罗衣
年年乐事华灯竞处
月圆时人重聚
禁街箫鼓 寒轻夜永
纤手重携
更阑人散 千门笑语
帘帏后声未绝
纵一苇之所往
泛舟苏杭烟雨水巷
踱过长安古城墙
灯火通明街衢上
古今融铸一炉新风尚
看嫦娥奔向月亮
同 AI 搓把麻将
火锅翻腾飘溢时代馨香
哼唱着戏腔小调
再换上汉服旗袍
Z 时代的力量掀起浪潮
世界目光向东方
Traditions carried future bound
共谱国潮新篇章
We're living it up in new Chinatown
小桃枝上春风早
初试薄罗衣
年年乐事华灯竞处
月圆时人重聚
禁街箫鼓 寒轻夜永
纤手重携
更阑人散 千门笑语
帘帏后声未绝
No more looking to the west
To decide what fashion is best
Through the decades people have grown
Now is the time to make our own
Fashion comes from deep within
The roots of culture let it in
And it will grow up to the sky
Watch it travel far and wide
We're living it up in new Chinatown
小桃枝上春风早
初试薄罗衣
年年乐事华灯竞处
月圆时人重聚
禁街箫鼓 寒轻夜永
纤手重携
更阑人散 千门笑语
帘帏后声未绝
众里寻她千百度
国潮之酷看今朝

The song birds sing for a young artist
Heart on his sleeve and mind the sharpest
With his brush he would try
To paint the world with the colors inside
To create and to learn - all he wanted to do
Spread a little love maybe too
His art and his vibes were the warmest
His explored his world - every ocean and forest
And in the woods, one day he'd see
A beautiful small fox sleep
He imagined the kitsune it would be
See, with 9 tails it would embody majesty - so would he
He would meet the 9 muses
Float on cloud 9 and see the world's beauty
Life was an oyster in the sand
The bright little artist couldn't wait to be a man, man

Samurai honor, brush and katana
All else fails got both for the mana
Both for the drama, that's daisho (daisho)
Double sword flow, let 'em know (like whoa)

Poet and ronin, I'm floatin'
In the world like open oceans
Ink and blood are one and flowin'
War for art in motion

Time flew like a red crowned crane
And the sunbeams turned into rain
His paint brush morphed to a katana
Colorful hakama now scarred up armor
And the poems that he spoke into the aether
Took the form of shuriken that summoned the reaper
Life for a man in this world is war
Kill or be killed - that's the way of the sword
Clashing steel echoed in the night
Arrows rained down from the sky
The world of his youth he explored it still
But it felt so different now, for real
Colors were dull, koto uninspired
Home felt cold and his soul - so tired
9-tailed dreams had faded away
His red paint became red blood on his blade

Samurai honor, brush and katana
All else fails got both for the mana
Both for the drama, that's daisho (daisho)
Double sword flow, let 'em know (like whoa)

Poet and ronin, I'm floatin'
In the world like open oceans
Ink and blood are one and flowin'
War for art in motion

Crimson night, steps over dead branches
Balls of light hover in his sight dancing
He follows them, palms sweaty on his weapon
Deja vu in the world that he stepped in
With red flames, fur like snow
A kitsune emerges, 9 tails full grown (like whoa)
Its identity was clear to him
The kit in colored woods that once was a mirror to him
Erised now Grimm, Dorian Gray
His road, the seeds sowed, all hit him like a train
A fox of 9 virtues saw the 9 worlds of Yggdrasil
And he had only seen the 9 circles of hell
Well - that broke his heart
He was Art of War, no more War for Art
And he fell to his knees in pain
Like, how is this the man that he became?