2012年9月1日

First Listen

2012年9月1日


Narrow Way、Pay In Blood




Duquesne Whistle
     Soon After Midnight
Narrow Way
     Long and Wasted Years
Pay In Blood
Scarlet Town
Early Roman Kings
     Tin Angel
     Tempest
     Roll On John









Duquesne Whistle
Listen to that Duquesne Whistle Blowin’
Blowin’ like it’s gonna sweep my world away
I’m gonna stop in Carbondale and keep on going.
That Duquesne train goes right on night and day
You say I’m a gambler, You say I’m a pimp
But I am neither one.
Listen to that Duquesne Whistle blowing.
Sounds like it’s on its final run.

Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowin'
Blowin’ like she’s never blown before.
Blue light blinking, red light glowing
Blowin like she's at my chamber door
You smile through the fence at me.
Just like you’ve always smiled before.
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowin’
Blowin like she’s not gonna blow no more.

Can't you hear that Duquesne Whistle blowin?
Blowin like the sky's gonna blow apart'
You’re the only thing alive that keeps me going.
You’re like a time bomb in my heart.
I can hear a sweet voice gently calling
Must be the mother of our Lord.
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowin
Blowin’ like my woman’s on board

Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowin’
Blowin like it’s gonna blow my blues away.
You rascal I know exactly where you’re going.
I’ll lead you there myself at the break of day.
I wake up every morning with that woman in my bed.
Everybody’s tellin’ me she’s gone to my head.
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowin’
Blowin’ like it’s gonna kill me dead.

Can’t you hear that Duquesne whistle blowin’?
Blowin’ through another no-good town.
The lights of my native land are glowing
I wonder if they’ll know me next time ‘round.
I wonder if that old oak tree’s still standin’
That old oak tree, the one we used to climb.
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowin.
Blowin’ like she’s blowin’ right on time.


Narrow Way
I'm gonna walk across the desert, 'til I'm in my right mind.
I won't even think about what I left behind
Nothing back there anyway that I can call my own
Go back home, leave me alone
It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way
If I cant work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me someday

Ever since the British burned the White House down
There's a bleeding wound in the heart of town
I saw you drinking from an empty cup
I saw you buried and I saw you dug up
It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way
If I cant work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me someday

Look down angel from the skies
Help my weary soul to rise
I kissed her cheek, I dragged your plow
You broke my heart, I was your friend 'til now.
It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way
If I cant work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me someday

In the courtyard of the golden sun
You stand and fight or you break and run
You went and lost your lovely head
For a drink of wine and a crust of bread
It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way
If I cant work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me someday

We looted and we plundered on distant shores
Why is my share not equal to yours
Your father left you, your mother too
Even death has washed it's hands of you
It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way
If I cant work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me someday

This is hard country to stay alive in
Blades are everywhere and they're breaking my skin
I'm armed to the hilt and I'm struggling hard
You won't get out of here unscarred.
It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way
If I cant work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me someday

You got too many lovers waiting at the wall
About a thousand tongues, I couldn't count them all
Yesterday, I could've thrown them all in the sea
Today, even one, may be too much for me
It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way
If I cant work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me someday

Keep walking, baby, you could do no wrong
Put your arms around me, where they belong
I won't take you on a roller coaster ride
Lay my hands all over ya tie you to my side
It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way
If I cant work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me someday

I've got a heavy stacked woman with a smile on her face
And she has crowned my soul with grace
I'm still hurting from an arrow that pierced my chest
I'm gonna have to take my head and bury it between your breasts
It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way
If I cant work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me someday

Been dark all night but now it's dawn
The moving finger is moving on
You can guard me while I sleep
Kiss away the tears I weep
It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way
If I cant work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me someday

I love women and she loves men
We've been to the west, and we going back again
I heard a voice at the dusk of day
Saying, "Be gentle brother, be gentle and pray."
It's a long road, it's a long and narrow way
If I cant work up to you, you'll surely have to work down to me someday.


Pay in Blood
Well I'm grinding my life out steady and sure
Nothing more wretched than what I must endure
I'm drenched by the light that shines from the sun
I could stone you to death for the wrongs that you've done
But sooner or later you'll make a mistake
I'll put you in chains that you never will break
Legs and arms and body and bone
I'll pay in blood but not my own.

Night after night, day after day
They strip your useless hope away
The more I take, the more I'll give
The more I die, the more I'll live
I've got something in my pocket make your eyeballs swim
I've got dogs could tear you limb from limb
I'm simpering around the southern zone
I'll play in blood but not my own.

Low cards I would have got
But I'll play this hand whether I like it or not
I've sworn to uphold the laws of God
You can put me in front of a firing squad
I've been out and around with the riding men
Just like you my handsome friend
My head is so hard it must be made of stone
I'll pay in blood but not my own.

Another politician pumping out the piss
Another ragged beggar blowing you a kiss
You've got the same eyes that your mother does
If only you could prove who your father was
Someone must have slipped a drug in your wine
You gulped it down and you crossed the line
Man can't live by bread alone
I'll pay in blood but not my own.

How I made it back home nobody knows
Or how I survived so many blows
I been through hell what good did it do?
You bastard I'm supposed to respect you
I'll give you justice - I'll fatten your purse
Show me your morals that you rehearse
Now hear me holler, hear me moan
I'll pay in blood but not my own.

You bet your lover in your bed
Come here I'll break your lovely head
Our nation must be saved and freed
You've been accused of murder - how do you plead
This is how I'll spend my days
I came to bury, not to praise
I'll drink my fill and sleep alone
I'll pay in blood but not my own.


Scarlet Town
In Scarlet Town, where I was born
There's ivy leaf and silver thorn
The streets have names that you can't pronounce
Gold is down to a quarter of an ounce
The music starts and the people sway
Everybody says, "Are you going my way?"
Uncle Tom still workin' for Uncle Bill
Scarlet Town is under the hill.

Scarlet Town in the month of may
Sweet William Holme on his deathbed lay
Mistress Mary by the side of the bed
Kissin' his face and [?] prayers on his head
So brave and true, so gentle is he
I'll weep for him as he would weep for me
Little Boy Blue come your blow horn
In Scarlet Town, where I was born

Scarlet Town, in the hot noon hours,
There's palm-leaf shadows and scattered flowers
Beggars crouching at the gate
Help comes, but it comes too late
By marble slabs and in fields of stone
You make your humble wishes known
I touched the garment, but the hem was torn
In Scarlet Town, where I was born

In Scarlet Town, the end is near
The Seven Wonders of the World are here
The evil and the good livin' side by side
All human forms seem glorified
Put your hide on a platter and see who will bite
See who will hold you and kiss you good night
There's walnut groves and maplewood
In Scarlet Town [?] won't do no good

In Scarlet Town, you fight your father's foes
Up on the hill, a chilly wind blows
You fight 'em on high and you fight 'em down in
You fight them with whiskey, morphine and gin
You've got legs that can drive them mad
A lot of things we didn't do that I wish we had
In Scarlet Town, the sky is clear
You'll wish to God that you stayed right here

Set 'em up Joe, play "Walkin' the Floor"
Play it for my flat-chested, junkie whore
I'm staying up late, I'm making amends
While we'll smile, all heaven descends
If love is a sin, then beauty is a crime
All things are beautiful in their time
The black and the white, the yellow and the brown
It's all right there in front of you in Scarlet Town.


Early Roman Kings
All the early Roman kings, in their sharkskin suits
Bow ties and buttons, high top boots
Drivin’ the spikes in, blazin’ the rails
Nailed in their coffins in top hats and tails
Fly away, little bird, fly away, flap your wings
Fly by night like the early Roman kings

All the early Roman Kings in the early early morn
Coming down the mountain, distributing the corn
Speeding through the forest, racing down the track
You try to get away, they drag you back
Tomorrow is Friday we’ll see what it brings
Everybody’s talking 'bout the early Roman Kings

The peddlers and the meddlers, they buy and they sell
They destroyed your city they’ll destroy you as well
They’re lecherous and treacherous, hell-bent for leather
Each of ‘em bigger than all them put together
Sluggers and muggers wearing fancy gold rings
All the women goin’ crazy for the early Roman Kings.

I can dress up your wounds with a blood-clotted rag
I ain't afraid to make love to a bitch or a hag
If you see me comin' and you’re standing there
Wave your handkerchief in the air
I ain’t dead yet, my bell still rings
I keep my fingers crossed like them early Roman Kings.

I can strip you of life strip you of breath
Ship you down to the house of death
One day you will ask for me
There’ll be no one else that you’ll wanna see
Bring down my fiddle, tune up my strings
I’m gonna break it wide open like the early Roman Kings.

I was up on black mountain the day Detroit fell
They killed ‘em all off and they sent ‘em to hell
Ding Dong Daddy you’re coming up short
Gonna put you on trial in a Sicilian court
I’ve had my fun, I’ve had my flings
Gonna shake em all down like the Early Roman Kings.











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