Song | Talking Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues |
Artist | Bob Dylan |
Album | The Bootleg Series Vol. 9 - The Witmark Demos: 1962-1964 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bob Dylan | |
作词 : Bob Dylan | |
I saw it advertised one day, | |
That the Bear Mountain picnic was comin' my way. | |
"Come along 'n' take a trip, | |
We'll bring you up there on a ship. | |
Bring the wife and family | |
Bring the whole kids." | |
Yippee | |
Well, I run right down 'n' bought a ticket, | |
To this called the Bear Mountain Picnic. | |
But little did I realize | |
I was in for a pleasant, funny surprise. | |
Had nothin' to do with a picnic. | |
Didn't come close to a mountain. | |
And I hate bears. | |
Took the wife 'n' kids down to the pier, | |
There were six thousand people there. | |
Everybody had ticket for the trip. | |
"Oh well." I said, "it's a pretty big ship. | |
Besides, anyhow, the more the merrier." | |
Well, we all got on 'n' what d'ya think, | |
That big old boat started t' sink | |
More people kept a-pilin' on, | |
That old ship was a-goin' down. | |
Funny way t' start a picnic. | |
Well, I soon lost track of m' kids 'n' wife, | |
So many people I never saw in m' life. | |
That old ship sinkin' down in the water, | |
There were six thousand people tryin' t' kill each other, | |
Dogs a-barkin', cats a-screamin', | |
Women a-yellin', men a-flyin', fists a-flyin', paper flyin'(?), | |
Cops a-comin', me runnin'. | |
Maybe we just better call off the picnic. | |
I got shoved down, got pushed around, | |
All I remember was a moanin' sound. | |
Don't remember one thing more, | |
All I remember's wakin' up on the shore, | |
M' arms n' legs are broken, my feet were splintered, my head was cracked, couldn't walk, couldn't talk, smell, feel, Couldn't see, | |
Didn't know where I was | |
I was bald, | |
Quite lucky to be alive, though | |
Well, feelin' like I just climbed outa m' casket, | |
I grabbed back hold of m' picnic basket. | |
Took the wife 'n' kids 'n' started home, | |
Wishin' I'd never got up that mornin'. | |
Now, I don't care just a-what you do, | |
If you wanta have a picnic, that's up t' you. | |
But don't tell me about it, I don't wanta hear it, | |
'Cause, see, I just lost all m' picnic spirit. | |
Stay in m' kitchen, have a picnic in the bathroom. | |
Now, it don't seem to me quite so funny | |
What some people are gonna do f'r money. | |
There's a bran' new gimmick every day | |
Just t' take somebody's money away. | |
I think we oughta take some o' these people, | |
And put 'em on a boat, | |
Send 'em up to Bear Mountain for a picnic. |
zuo qu : Bob Dylan | |
zuo ci : Bob Dylan | |
I saw it advertised one day, | |
That the Bear Mountain picnic was comin' my way. | |
" Come along ' n' take a trip, | |
We' ll bring you up there on a ship. | |
Bring the wife and family | |
Bring the whole kids." | |
Yippee | |
Well, I run right down ' n' bought a ticket, | |
To this called the Bear Mountain Picnic. | |
But little did I realize | |
I was in for a pleasant, funny surprise. | |
Had nothin' to do with a picnic. | |
Didn' t come close to a mountain. | |
And I hate bears. | |
Took the wife ' n' kids down to the pier, | |
There were six thousand people there. | |
Everybody had ticket for the trip. | |
" Oh well." I said, " it' s a pretty big ship. | |
Besides, anyhow, the more the merrier." | |
Well, we all got on ' n' what d' ya think, | |
That big old boat started t' sink | |
More people kept apilin' on, | |
That old ship was agoin' down. | |
Funny way t' start a picnic. | |
Well, I soon lost track of m' kids ' n' wife, | |
So many people I never saw in m' life. | |
That old ship sinkin' down in the water, | |
There were six thousand people tryin' t' kill each other, | |
Dogs abarkin', cats ascreamin', | |
Women ayellin', men aflyin', fists aflyin', paper flyin'?, | |
Cops acomin', me runnin'. | |
Maybe we just better call off the picnic. | |
I got shoved down, got pushed around, | |
All I remember was a moanin' sound. | |
Don' t remember one thing more, | |
All I remember' s wakin' up on the shore, | |
M' arms n' legs are broken, my feet were splintered, my head was cracked, couldn' t walk, couldn' t talk, smell, feel, Couldn' t see, | |
Didn' t know where I was | |
I was bald, | |
Quite lucky to be alive, though | |
Well, feelin' like I just climbed outa m' casket, | |
I grabbed back hold of m' picnic basket. | |
Took the wife ' n' kids ' n' started home, | |
Wishin' I' d never got up that mornin'. | |
Now, I don' t care just awhat you do, | |
If you wanta have a picnic, that' s up t' you. | |
But don' t tell me about it, I don' t wanta hear it, | |
' Cause, see, I just lost all m' picnic spirit. | |
Stay in m' kitchen, have a picnic in the bathroom. | |
Now, it don' t seem to me quite so funny | |
What some people are gonna do f' r money. | |
There' s a bran' new gimmick every day | |
Just t' take somebody' s money away. | |
I think we oughta take some o' these people, | |
And put ' em on a boat, | |
Send ' em up to Bear Mountain for a picnic. |
zuò qǔ : Bob Dylan | |
zuò cí : Bob Dylan | |
I saw it advertised one day, | |
That the Bear Mountain picnic was comin' my way. | |
" Come along ' n' take a trip, | |
We' ll bring you up there on a ship. | |
Bring the wife and family | |
Bring the whole kids." | |
Yippee | |
Well, I run right down ' n' bought a ticket, | |
To this called the Bear Mountain Picnic. | |
But little did I realize | |
I was in for a pleasant, funny surprise. | |
Had nothin' to do with a picnic. | |
Didn' t come close to a mountain. | |
And I hate bears. | |
Took the wife ' n' kids down to the pier, | |
There were six thousand people there. | |
Everybody had ticket for the trip. | |
" Oh well." I said, " it' s a pretty big ship. | |
Besides, anyhow, the more the merrier." | |
Well, we all got on ' n' what d' ya think, | |
That big old boat started t' sink | |
More people kept apilin' on, | |
That old ship was agoin' down. | |
Funny way t' start a picnic. | |
Well, I soon lost track of m' kids ' n' wife, | |
So many people I never saw in m' life. | |
That old ship sinkin' down in the water, | |
There were six thousand people tryin' t' kill each other, | |
Dogs abarkin', cats ascreamin', | |
Women ayellin', men aflyin', fists aflyin', paper flyin'?, | |
Cops acomin', me runnin'. | |
Maybe we just better call off the picnic. | |
I got shoved down, got pushed around, | |
All I remember was a moanin' sound. | |
Don' t remember one thing more, | |
All I remember' s wakin' up on the shore, | |
M' arms n' legs are broken, my feet were splintered, my head was cracked, couldn' t walk, couldn' t talk, smell, feel, Couldn' t see, | |
Didn' t know where I was | |
I was bald, | |
Quite lucky to be alive, though | |
Well, feelin' like I just climbed outa m' casket, | |
I grabbed back hold of m' picnic basket. | |
Took the wife ' n' kids ' n' started home, | |
Wishin' I' d never got up that mornin'. | |
Now, I don' t care just awhat you do, | |
If you wanta have a picnic, that' s up t' you. | |
But don' t tell me about it, I don' t wanta hear it, | |
' Cause, see, I just lost all m' picnic spirit. | |
Stay in m' kitchen, have a picnic in the bathroom. | |
Now, it don' t seem to me quite so funny | |
What some people are gonna do f' r money. | |
There' s a bran' new gimmick every day | |
Just t' take somebody' s money away. | |
I think we oughta take some o' these people, | |
And put ' em on a boat, | |
Send ' em up to Bear Mountain for a picnic. |