歌曲 | Sinner In The Sea |
歌手 | Calexico |
专辑 | Algiers |
There’s a piano playing on the ocean floor between | |
Havana and | |
New Orleans | |
Drummin’ a requiem for the dead and the souls hanging on every poet’s prayer | |
Running to the rock, running to the sea | |
Prayin’ to the | |
Lord please shelter me | |
But the ground keeps shaking, water is boiling on fire | |
Blood pulsing through their veins like the waves crashing on the | |
Malecón wall | |
Clocks stopping at twelve on the eve of a forgotten war | |
Luis drivin’ a ‘59 making it half way across the | |
GulfStranded on the rock, stranded on the sea | |
There’s a wall in the ocean between you and me | |
Dreams of reaching dry land, talking to the fortune teller | |
Prisoners pounding the jail like the waves crashing on the | |
Malecón wall | |
Someone lost an eye, someone lost the truth | |
Trying to save face, oh ‘neath the eyes of the | |
Virgin el | |
CobreShout me a line sister, shout me a line sister | |
Oh I see your hands in the air, see you drowning on the other side“ | |
Chief’s in the parish and the drummers in the square | |
Walkin’ across the fire, walkin’ across the waves” | |
Sinner in the rock, sinner in the sea | |
There’s a sunken bridge ‘tween you and me | |
Running past the embassy gates, the | |
Santería shrine | |
Blood pulsing thru their veins like the waves they remember | |
Crashing on the | |
Malecón wall |
There' s a piano playing on the ocean floor between | |
Havana and | |
New Orleans | |
Drummin' a requiem for the dead and the souls hanging on every poet' s prayer | |
Running to the rock, running to the sea | |
Prayin' to the | |
Lord please shelter me | |
But the ground keeps shaking, water is boiling on fire | |
Blood pulsing through their veins like the waves crashing on the | |
Malecó n wall | |
Clocks stopping at twelve on the eve of a forgotten war | |
Luis drivin' a ' 59 making it half way across the | |
GulfStranded on the rock, stranded on the sea | |
There' s a wall in the ocean between you and me | |
Dreams of reaching dry land, talking to the fortune teller | |
Prisoners pounding the jail like the waves crashing on the | |
Malecó n wall | |
Someone lost an eye, someone lost the truth | |
Trying to save face, oh ' neath the eyes of the | |
Virgin el | |
CobreShout me a line sister, shout me a line sister | |
Oh I see your hands in the air, see you drowning on the other side" | |
Chief' s in the parish and the drummers in the square | |
Walkin' across the fire, walkin' across the waves" | |
Sinner in the rock, sinner in the sea | |
There' s a sunken bridge ' tween you and me | |
Running past the embassy gates, the | |
Santerí a shrine | |
Blood pulsing thru their veins like the waves they remember | |
Crashing on the | |
Malecó n wall |