Song | Brother, My Cup Is Empty |
Artist | Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds |
Album | Henry's Dream |
作词 : Cave | |
Brother, my cup is empty | |
And I haven't got a penny | |
For to buy no more whiskey | |
I have to go home | |
I am the captain of my pain | |
Tis the bit, the bridle, | |
The trashing cane | |
The stirrup, the harness | |
The whipping mane | |
The pickled eye | |
The shrinking brain | |
O brother, buy me one more drink | |
I'll explain the nature of my pain | |
Yes, let me tell you once again | |
I am the captain of my pain | |
O brother, my cup is empty | |
And I haven't got a penny | |
For to buy no more whiskey | |
I have to go home | |
I cannot blame it all on her | |
To blame her all would be a lie | |
For many a night | |
I lay awake | |
And wished that | |
I could watch her die | |
To see her accusing finger spurt | |
To see flies swarm her hateful eye | |
To watch her groaning in the dirt | |
To see her clicking tongue crack dry | |
O brother, buy me one more drink | |
One more drink and then goodbye | |
And do not mock me when | |
I say Let's drink one more before | |
I die O brother, my cup is empty | |
And I haven't got a penny | |
For to buy no more whiskey | |
I have to go home | |
Well I've been sliding down on rainbows | |
Well I've been swinging from the stars | |
Now this wretch in beggars clothing | |
Bangs his cup across the bars | |
Look, this cup of mine is empty! | |
Seems I've misplaced my desires | |
Seems I'm sweeping up the ashes | |
Of all my former fires | |
So brother, be a brother | |
And fill this tiny cup of mine | |
And please, sir, make it whiskey | |
For I have no head for wine | |
O brother, my cup is empty | |
And I haven't got a penny | |
For to buy no more whiskey | |
I have to go home | |
I counted up my blessings | |
And counted only one | |
One tiny little blessing | |
And now that blessings gone | |
So buy me one more drink, my brother | |
Then I'm taking to the road | |
Yes, I'm taking to the rain | |
I'm taking to the snow | |
O my friend, my only brother | |
Do not let the party grieve | |
So throw a dollar onto the bar | |
Now kiss my ass and leave | |
O brother, my cup is empty | |
And I haven't got a penny | |
For to buy no more whiskey | |
I have to go home |
zuò cí : Cave | |
Brother, my cup is empty | |
And I haven' t got a penny | |
For to buy no more whiskey | |
I have to go home | |
I am the captain of my pain | |
Tis the bit, the bridle, | |
The trashing cane | |
The stirrup, the harness | |
The whipping mane | |
The pickled eye | |
The shrinking brain | |
O brother, buy me one more drink | |
I' ll explain the nature of my pain | |
Yes, let me tell you once again | |
I am the captain of my pain | |
O brother, my cup is empty | |
And I haven' t got a penny | |
For to buy no more whiskey | |
I have to go home | |
I cannot blame it all on her | |
To blame her all would be a lie | |
For many a night | |
I lay awake | |
And wished that | |
I could watch her die | |
To see her accusing finger spurt | |
To see flies swarm her hateful eye | |
To watch her groaning in the dirt | |
To see her clicking tongue crack dry | |
O brother, buy me one more drink | |
One more drink and then goodbye | |
And do not mock me when | |
I say Let' s drink one more before | |
I die O brother, my cup is empty | |
And I haven' t got a penny | |
For to buy no more whiskey | |
I have to go home | |
Well I' ve been sliding down on rainbows | |
Well I' ve been swinging from the stars | |
Now this wretch in beggars clothing | |
Bangs his cup across the bars | |
Look, this cup of mine is empty! | |
Seems I' ve misplaced my desires | |
Seems I' m sweeping up the ashes | |
Of all my former fires | |
So brother, be a brother | |
And fill this tiny cup of mine | |
And please, sir, make it whiskey | |
For I have no head for wine | |
O brother, my cup is empty | |
And I haven' t got a penny | |
For to buy no more whiskey | |
I have to go home | |
I counted up my blessings | |
And counted only one | |
One tiny little blessing | |
And now that blessings gone | |
So buy me one more drink, my brother | |
Then I' m taking to the road | |
Yes, I' m taking to the rain | |
I' m taking to the snow | |
O my friend, my only brother | |
Do not let the party grieve | |
So throw a dollar onto the bar | |
Now kiss my ass and leave | |
O brother, my cup is empty | |
And I haven' t got a penny | |
For to buy no more whiskey | |
I have to go home |