歌曲 | There's Something At The Bottom Of The Black Pool |
歌手 | Augie March |
专辑 | Strange Bird |
作曲 : Richards | |
There's something at the bottom of the black pool, | |
I daren't dredge it up not while the weather's still cool, | |
It's a feathered thing, its origins are mixed and untrue, | |
Once a straw-body, now a lamb-picker, now a clove in a black brew... | |
I think of the peacocks of the gorge and I think of the gryphons they kept in the Tower Zoo, | |
The unexpected water swept all before it | |
as it rushed on terrible through - | |
And left them all dead, and spread through the park, | |
amid the myriad mangles of the coming dark - | |
of the shadow of a loon, the howl from a bloody craw, | |
Those strange interruptions don't scare me anymore, | |
Since all the while the weather was cool I stood at the crumbling edge of the black pool. | |
Perhaps a pigeon fell off its stool, | |
I have drowned a conscience or two, | |
There are palm trees and clouds and the under-sides of drowned blues, | |
and sometimes the faces of people I think I knew... | |
I know at one time this thing flew, | |
I have sunk an ambition or two, | |
Now when I think to drink, then I wonder with who, | |
I pretend that I'm sitting in the booth with you - | |
O what a ****in' sentence, what a ****in' noise, | |
I don't know these girls, I don't trust these boys, | |
And over there in the corner, there hangs a strange bird, | |
Sings a strange song but it won't be heard, | |
A song to enquire whither went the milk money | |
While the darling babes of Toorak were a'yowling for their honey. | |
Let's walk up this hill, let's go walking up this hill, | |
The sun is in the middle of the sky, the grass is yellow from being dry, | |
There's music, there's you, many others here and I, | |
Up the hill then, up where those holy lodestones lie - | |
How suddenly still, and though the wind blow, | |
From here we will never leave or go, | |
And but for a will, and but for companions, | |
we might go tumbling home below, | |
To a place at the table, to gamble and settle, | |
make the words "amiable" and "able" | |
of resting assured, in the breast of that bird, | |
that I sure did not suffer a fool, | |
Since all the while the weather was cool I stood at the crumbling edge of the black pool. |
zuò qǔ : Richards | |
There' s something at the bottom of the black pool, | |
I daren' t dredge it up not while the weather' s still cool, | |
It' s a feathered thing, its origins are mixed and untrue, | |
Once a strawbody, now a lambpicker, now a clove in a black brew... | |
I think of the peacocks of the gorge and I think of the gryphons they kept in the Tower Zoo, | |
The unexpected water swept all before it | |
as it rushed on terrible through | |
And left them all dead, and spread through the park, | |
amid the myriad mangles of the coming dark | |
of the shadow of a loon, the howl from a bloody craw, | |
Those strange interruptions don' t scare me anymore, | |
Since all the while the weather was cool I stood at the crumbling edge of the black pool. | |
Perhaps a pigeon fell off its stool, | |
I have drowned a conscience or two, | |
There are palm trees and clouds and the undersides of drowned blues, | |
and sometimes the faces of people I think I knew... | |
I know at one time this thing flew, | |
I have sunk an ambition or two, | |
Now when I think to drink, then I wonder with who, | |
I pretend that I' m sitting in the booth with you | |
O what a in' sentence, what a in' noise, | |
I don' t know these girls, I don' t trust these boys, | |
And over there in the corner, there hangs a strange bird, | |
Sings a strange song but it won' t be heard, | |
A song to enquire whither went the milk money | |
While the darling babes of Toorak were a' yowling for their honey. | |
Let' s walk up this hill, let' s go walking up this hill, | |
The sun is in the middle of the sky, the grass is yellow from being dry, | |
There' s music, there' s you, many others here and I, | |
Up the hill then, up where those holy lodestones lie | |
How suddenly still, and though the wind blow, | |
From here we will never leave or go, | |
And but for a will, and but for companions, | |
we might go tumbling home below, | |
To a place at the table, to gamble and settle, | |
make the words " amiable" and " able" | |
of resting assured, in the breast of that bird, | |
that I sure did not suffer a fool, | |
Since all the while the weather was cool I stood at the crumbling edge of the black pool. |