Go Traveling - 顺德灵机/正东.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : 顺德灵机
[00:00.238] 作曲 : 顺德灵机
[00:00.476] 编曲 : 顺德灵机
[00:00.714] 制作人 : 顺德灵机
[00:00.954]《Go Traveling》
[00:01.806]Write a lyric: Shunde Lingji
[00:02.767]Compose music: Shunde Lingji
[00:03.469]Producer: Shunde Lingji
[00:04.215]Vocal Producer: Sandy/ Lemon tree
[00:04.930]Guitar: Due East/ Jayl
[00:05.627]Backing Vocals Arrangement: Due East
[00:06.256]Recording Studio: Mplyp Studio
[00:07.030]Vocal Recorded by: Jack Dai
[00:07.756]Mixing & Mastering Engineer：Shunde Lingji
[00:08.468]Project Executive：Wang Chen，
[00:09.091]OP : Universe Star Clear Cultural Media Co., Ltd
[00:11.772]Bags lean by the door, not too heavy at all
[00:16.567]Clean clothes, frayed stories, and half a bottle of starry thrall
[00:23.390]The map's folded wrong, with unexpected creases to behold
[00:28.560]This is the best journey to unfold
[00:31.327]The destination's just a tale untold
[00:34.670]Now, just leave a porch light's warm embrace to hold
[00:38.601]Step into the cool morning mist, its touch so bold
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[00:45.457]Aged wood's fragrance twirls with coffee's bitter spell
[00:50.320]You count the zebras and the cat's tail in a gentle tell
[00:56.528]In the velvet light, time lies in a curving swell
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[01:02.530]Send an unsigned postcard away
[01:08.038]"Here the sky tastes salty, I think of your face today"
[01:14.365]Send an unsigned postcard away
[01:20.106]"Here the sky tastes salty, I think of your face today"
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[01:39.207]Maybe meet a moss - green lullaby's slow refrain
[01:44.450]Discuss the fable of existence with pebbles in the lane
[01:49.765]Getting wet in the rain makes the smile even more plain
[01:56.236]Anyway, the hair's long left the hair - tie's reign
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[02:02.753]It's not to freeze those moments in time's frame
[02:06.976]It's the warm memory held close like a flame
[02:13.494]Like a pebble in the pocket, it does proclaim
[02:18.611]The texture of time that fingers claim
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[02:26.136]So set off, the road's humming its tune
[02:29.897]The tires on asphalt play an improvised bassoon
[02:36.701]So set off, the road's humming its tune
[02:41.883]The tires on asphalt play an improvised bassoon
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[02:50.217]The bags may be sleeping in the backseat's zone
[02:54.475]The map still folds wrong, so stubbornly alone
[03:00.823]This is the most perfect answer to be shown
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[03:06.991]Send an unsigned postcard away
[03:11.870]"Here the wind's so soft, like your shirt out to sway"
[03:18.682]Send an unsigned postcard away
[03:23.073]"Here the wind's so soft, like your shirt out to sway"