Song | The Mariner's Revenge Song |
Artist | The Decemberists |
Album | We All Raise Our Voices To The Air (Live 04.11 - 08.11) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Meloy | |
We are two mariners | |
Our ships' sole survivors | |
In this belly of a whale | |
Its ribs our ceiling beams, | |
Its guts our carpeting, | |
I guess we have some time to kill | |
You may not remember me, | |
I was a child of three | |
And you a lad of eighteen | |
But I remember you, | |
And I will relate to you | |
How our histories interweave | |
At the time you were a rake and a roustabout | |
Spending all your money on the whores and hounds | |
Oh, oh | |
You had a charming air | |
All cheap and debonair | |
My widowed mother found so sweet | |
And so she took you in, | |
Her sheets still warm with him, | |
Now filled with filth and foul disease | |
As time wore on you proved a debt-ridden drunken mess | |
Leaving my mother a poor consumptive wretch | |
Oh, oh | |
And then you disappeared, | |
Your gambling arrears | |
The only thing you left behind | |
And then the magistrate | |
Reclaimed our small estate | |
And my poor mother lost her mind | |
Then one day in spring my dear, sweet mother died | |
But before she did I took her hand as she, dying, cried: | |
Oh, oh | |
"Find him, bind him, tie him to a pole and break his | |
Fingers to splinters; drag him to a hole until he | |
Wakes up naked clawing at the ceiling of his grave" | |
It took me fifteen years | |
To swallow all my tears | |
Among the urchins in the street | |
Until a priory | |
Took pity and hired me | |
To keep their vestry nice and neat | |
But never once in the employ of these holy men | |
Did I ever once turn my mind from the thought of revenge | |
Oh, oh | |
One night I overheard | |
The prior exchanging words | |
With a penitent whaler from the sea | |
The captain of his ship | |
Who matched you toe to tip | |
Was known for wanton cruelty | |
The following day I shipped to sea with a privateer | |
And in the whistle of the wind I could almost hear: | |
Oh, oh | |
"Find him, bind him, tie him to a pole and break his | |
Fingers to splinters; drag him to a hole until he | |
Wakes up naked clawing at the ceiling of his grave | |
"There is one thing I must say to you | |
As you sail across the sea | |
Always your mother will watch over you | |
As you avenge this wicked deed" | |
And then that fateful night | |
We had you in our sight | |
After twenty months at sea | |
Your starboard flank abeam, | |
I was getting my muskets clean | |
When came this rumbling from beneath | |
The ocean shook, the sky went black, and the captain quailed | |
And before us grew the angry jaws of a giant whale | |
Oh, oh | |
[screaming] | |
Oh | |
[screaming] | |
Don't know how I survived | |
The crew all was chewed alive | |
I must have slipped between its teeth | |
But, oh what providence, | |
What divine intelligence, | |
That you should survive as well as me | |
It gives my heart great joy to see your eyes fill with fear | |
So lean in close and I will whisper the last words you'll hear | |
Oh, oh |
zuo qu : Meloy | |
We are two mariners | |
Our ships' sole survivors | |
In this belly of a whale | |
Its ribs our ceiling beams, | |
Its guts our carpeting, | |
I guess we have some time to kill | |
You may not remember me, | |
I was a child of three | |
And you a lad of eighteen | |
But I remember you, | |
And I will relate to you | |
How our histories interweave | |
At the time you were a rake and a roustabout | |
Spending all your money on the whores and hounds | |
Oh, oh | |
You had a charming air | |
All cheap and debonair | |
My widowed mother found so sweet | |
And so she took you in, | |
Her sheets still warm with him, | |
Now filled with filth and foul disease | |
As time wore on you proved a debtridden drunken mess | |
Leaving my mother a poor consumptive wretch | |
Oh, oh | |
And then you disappeared, | |
Your gambling arrears | |
The only thing you left behind | |
And then the magistrate | |
Reclaimed our small estate | |
And my poor mother lost her mind | |
Then one day in spring my dear, sweet mother died | |
But before she did I took her hand as she, dying, cried: | |
Oh, oh | |
" Find him, bind him, tie him to a pole and break his | |
Fingers to splinters drag him to a hole until he | |
Wakes up naked clawing at the ceiling of his grave" | |
It took me fifteen years | |
To swallow all my tears | |
Among the urchins in the street | |
Until a priory | |
Took pity and hired me | |
To keep their vestry nice and neat | |
But never once in the employ of these holy men | |
Did I ever once turn my mind from the thought of revenge | |
Oh, oh | |
One night I overheard | |
The prior exchanging words | |
With a penitent whaler from the sea | |
The captain of his ship | |
Who matched you toe to tip | |
Was known for wanton cruelty | |
The following day I shipped to sea with a privateer | |
And in the whistle of the wind I could almost hear: | |
Oh, oh | |
" Find him, bind him, tie him to a pole and break his | |
Fingers to splinters drag him to a hole until he | |
Wakes up naked clawing at the ceiling of his grave | |
" There is one thing I must say to you | |
As you sail across the sea | |
Always your mother will watch over you | |
As you avenge this wicked deed" | |
And then that fateful night | |
We had you in our sight | |
After twenty months at sea | |
Your starboard flank abeam, | |
I was getting my muskets clean | |
When came this rumbling from beneath | |
The ocean shook, the sky went black, and the captain quailed | |
And before us grew the angry jaws of a giant whale | |
Oh, oh | |
screaming | |
Oh | |
screaming | |
Don' t know how I survived | |
The crew all was chewed alive | |
I must have slipped between its teeth | |
But, oh what providence, | |
What divine intelligence, | |
That you should survive as well as me | |
It gives my heart great joy to see your eyes fill with fear | |
So lean in close and I will whisper the last words you' ll hear | |
Oh, oh |
zuò qǔ : Meloy | |
We are two mariners | |
Our ships' sole survivors | |
In this belly of a whale | |
Its ribs our ceiling beams, | |
Its guts our carpeting, | |
I guess we have some time to kill | |
You may not remember me, | |
I was a child of three | |
And you a lad of eighteen | |
But I remember you, | |
And I will relate to you | |
How our histories interweave | |
At the time you were a rake and a roustabout | |
Spending all your money on the whores and hounds | |
Oh, oh | |
You had a charming air | |
All cheap and debonair | |
My widowed mother found so sweet | |
And so she took you in, | |
Her sheets still warm with him, | |
Now filled with filth and foul disease | |
As time wore on you proved a debtridden drunken mess | |
Leaving my mother a poor consumptive wretch | |
Oh, oh | |
And then you disappeared, | |
Your gambling arrears | |
The only thing you left behind | |
And then the magistrate | |
Reclaimed our small estate | |
And my poor mother lost her mind | |
Then one day in spring my dear, sweet mother died | |
But before she did I took her hand as she, dying, cried: | |
Oh, oh | |
" Find him, bind him, tie him to a pole and break his | |
Fingers to splinters drag him to a hole until he | |
Wakes up naked clawing at the ceiling of his grave" | |
It took me fifteen years | |
To swallow all my tears | |
Among the urchins in the street | |
Until a priory | |
Took pity and hired me | |
To keep their vestry nice and neat | |
But never once in the employ of these holy men | |
Did I ever once turn my mind from the thought of revenge | |
Oh, oh | |
One night I overheard | |
The prior exchanging words | |
With a penitent whaler from the sea | |
The captain of his ship | |
Who matched you toe to tip | |
Was known for wanton cruelty | |
The following day I shipped to sea with a privateer | |
And in the whistle of the wind I could almost hear: | |
Oh, oh | |
" Find him, bind him, tie him to a pole and break his | |
Fingers to splinters drag him to a hole until he | |
Wakes up naked clawing at the ceiling of his grave | |
" There is one thing I must say to you | |
As you sail across the sea | |
Always your mother will watch over you | |
As you avenge this wicked deed" | |
And then that fateful night | |
We had you in our sight | |
After twenty months at sea | |
Your starboard flank abeam, | |
I was getting my muskets clean | |
When came this rumbling from beneath | |
The ocean shook, the sky went black, and the captain quailed | |
And before us grew the angry jaws of a giant whale | |
Oh, oh | |
screaming | |
Oh | |
screaming | |
Don' t know how I survived | |
The crew all was chewed alive | |
I must have slipped between its teeth | |
But, oh what providence, | |
What divine intelligence, | |
That you should survive as well as me | |
It gives my heart great joy to see your eyes fill with fear | |
So lean in close and I will whisper the last words you' ll hear | |
Oh, oh |