Song | Murder In The Red Barn |
Artist | Tom Waits |
Album | Bone Machine |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Brennan, Waits | |
(Tom Waits/K. Brennan) | |
There was a murder in the red barn | |
Murder in the red barn | |
The trees are bending over | |
The cows are lying down | |
The atumn's taking over | |
You can hear the buckshot hounds | |
The watchman said to Reba the loon | |
Was it pale at Manzanita | |
Or Blind Bob the raccoon? | |
Pin it on a drifter | |
They sleep beneath the bridge | |
One plays the violin | |
And sleeps inside a fridge | |
There was a murder in the red barn | |
A murder in the red barn | |
Someone's crying in the woods | |
Someone's burying all his clothes | |
Now Slam the Crank from Wheezer | |
Slept outside last night and froze | |
Road kill has its seasons | |
Just like anything | |
It's possums in the autumn | |
And it's farm cats in the spring | |
There was a murder in the red barn | |
A murder in the red barn | |
Now thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's house | |
Or covet thy neighbor's wife | |
But for some | |
Murder is the only door through which they enter life | |
Now they surrounded the house | |
They smoke him out | |
They took him off in chains | |
The sky turned black and bruised | |
And we had months of heavy rains | |
Now the raven's nest in the rotted roof | |
Of Chenoweth's old place | |
And no one's asking Cal | |
About that scar upon his face | |
'Cause there's nothin' strange | |
About an axe with bloodstains in the barn | |
There's always some killin' | |
You got to do around the farm | |
A murder in the red barn | |
Murder in the red barn | |
Now the woods will never tell | |
What sleeps beneath the trees | |
Or what's buried 'neath a rock | |
Or hiding in the leaves | |
'Cause road kill has it's seasons | |
Just like anything | |
It's possums in the atumn | |
And it's farm cats in the spring | |
A murder in the red barn | |
A murder in the red barn | |
Now a lady can't do ntohin' | |
Without folks' tongues waggin' | |
Is this blood on the tree | |
Or is it autumn's red blaze | |
When the ground's soft for diggin' | |
ANd the rain will bring all this gloom | |
There's nothing wrong with a lady | |
Drinking alone in her room | |
But there was a murder in the red barn | |
A murder in the red barn |
zuo ci : Brennan, Waits | |
Tom Waits K. Brennan | |
There was a murder in the red barn | |
Murder in the red barn | |
The trees are bending over | |
The cows are lying down | |
The atumn' s taking over | |
You can hear the buckshot hounds | |
The watchman said to Reba the loon | |
Was it pale at Manzanita | |
Or Blind Bob the raccoon? | |
Pin it on a drifter | |
They sleep beneath the bridge | |
One plays the violin | |
And sleeps inside a fridge | |
There was a murder in the red barn | |
A murder in the red barn | |
Someone' s crying in the woods | |
Someone' s burying all his clothes | |
Now Slam the Crank from Wheezer | |
Slept outside last night and froze | |
Road kill has its seasons | |
Just like anything | |
It' s possums in the autumn | |
And it' s farm cats in the spring | |
There was a murder in the red barn | |
A murder in the red barn | |
Now thou shalt not covet thy neighbor' s house | |
Or covet thy neighbor' s wife | |
But for some | |
Murder is the only door through which they enter life | |
Now they surrounded the house | |
They smoke him out | |
They took him off in chains | |
The sky turned black and bruised | |
And we had months of heavy rains | |
Now the raven' s nest in the rotted roof | |
Of Chenoweth' s old place | |
And no one' s asking Cal | |
About that scar upon his face | |
' Cause there' s nothin' strange | |
About an axe with bloodstains in the barn | |
There' s always some killin' | |
You got to do around the farm | |
A murder in the red barn | |
Murder in the red barn | |
Now the woods will never tell | |
What sleeps beneath the trees | |
Or what' s buried ' neath a rock | |
Or hiding in the leaves | |
' Cause road kill has it' s seasons | |
Just like anything | |
It' s possums in the atumn | |
And it' s farm cats in the spring | |
A murder in the red barn | |
A murder in the red barn | |
Now a lady can' t do ntohin' | |
Without folks' tongues waggin' | |
Is this blood on the tree | |
Or is it autumn' s red blaze | |
When the ground' s soft for diggin' | |
ANd the rain will bring all this gloom | |
There' s nothing wrong with a lady | |
Drinking alone in her room | |
But there was a murder in the red barn | |
A murder in the red barn |
zuò cí : Brennan, Waits | |
Tom Waits K. Brennan | |
There was a murder in the red barn | |
Murder in the red barn | |
The trees are bending over | |
The cows are lying down | |
The atumn' s taking over | |
You can hear the buckshot hounds | |
The watchman said to Reba the loon | |
Was it pale at Manzanita | |
Or Blind Bob the raccoon? | |
Pin it on a drifter | |
They sleep beneath the bridge | |
One plays the violin | |
And sleeps inside a fridge | |
There was a murder in the red barn | |
A murder in the red barn | |
Someone' s crying in the woods | |
Someone' s burying all his clothes | |
Now Slam the Crank from Wheezer | |
Slept outside last night and froze | |
Road kill has its seasons | |
Just like anything | |
It' s possums in the autumn | |
And it' s farm cats in the spring | |
There was a murder in the red barn | |
A murder in the red barn | |
Now thou shalt not covet thy neighbor' s house | |
Or covet thy neighbor' s wife | |
But for some | |
Murder is the only door through which they enter life | |
Now they surrounded the house | |
They smoke him out | |
They took him off in chains | |
The sky turned black and bruised | |
And we had months of heavy rains | |
Now the raven' s nest in the rotted roof | |
Of Chenoweth' s old place | |
And no one' s asking Cal | |
About that scar upon his face | |
' Cause there' s nothin' strange | |
About an axe with bloodstains in the barn | |
There' s always some killin' | |
You got to do around the farm | |
A murder in the red barn | |
Murder in the red barn | |
Now the woods will never tell | |
What sleeps beneath the trees | |
Or what' s buried ' neath a rock | |
Or hiding in the leaves | |
' Cause road kill has it' s seasons | |
Just like anything | |
It' s possums in the atumn | |
And it' s farm cats in the spring | |
A murder in the red barn | |
A murder in the red barn | |
Now a lady can' t do ntohin' | |
Without folks' tongues waggin' | |
Is this blood on the tree | |
Or is it autumn' s red blaze | |
When the ground' s soft for diggin' | |
ANd the rain will bring all this gloom | |
There' s nothing wrong with a lady | |
Drinking alone in her room | |
But there was a murder in the red barn | |
A murder in the red barn |