歌曲 | Sammy's Song |
歌手 | David Bromberg |
专辑 | David Bromberg |
作词 : Bromberg | |
Somewhere in the south of Spain | |
Sammy, still sixteen, goes with his uncle for a ride | |
The sun is high | |
Sailing through the city | |
For to see the sights and talking sex | |
Sammy's sitting tall | |
The sun is high | |
His uncle brings him to a brothel | |
Being big he buys a drink | |
Rum and coke | |
Don't taste too bad | |
Having brought him to the brink | |
His uncle leaves him with his drink | |
Rum and coke | |
Don't taste too bad | |
The girls all gather in a group | |
And give Sammy boy the eye | |
And stare at him seductively | |
And try to make him buy | |
So choosing one that's younger | |
Better looking than the rest | |
Sammy speaks no Spanish but she understands | |
They go upstairs to buy the room | |
She wants her money in advance | |
Sammy speaks no Spanish but he understands | |
And lying on her back upon the bed she beckons | |
Sammy won't lie down yet | |
He wants her nude | |
Speaking Spanish she refuses him | |
At last, afraid of losing him, | |
She takes off all her clothes | |
He wants her nude | |
Her hands upon her heart can hardly hide the horrid scars | |
From her shoulder to her waist, her skin is leathery and hard | |
She pantomimes an accident | |
A car, a fire | |
Not so long ago | |
His eyes are wide | |
She moves to put her clothes back on | |
But he won't let her go | |
He lies her down | |
His eyes are wide | |
And lightly, like a lover, | |
Sammy lets his lips caress the leather of her breast | |
His brain is numb | |
Moved by some far distant mind | |
He makes himself her bride-groom | |
Sammy's hardly there at all | |
His brain is numb | |
She moves to take him in now | |
But her hand finds him still slack | |
So she sucks to make him hard | |
And then again lies on her back | |
And Sammy does the deed to silent screaming in his skull | |
The scars surround him | |
Is this all real? | |
Schizophrenic, Sammy sees himself | |
Outside his body and his brain | |
Is this all real? | |
And back at the hotel he has to heal himself | |
But all he does is shake | |
And shake some more | |
Without the grace of tears or sickness | |
Sammy sucks it all inside and shakes | |
And shakes some more |
zuò cí : Bromberg | |
Somewhere in the south of Spain | |
Sammy, still sixteen, goes with his uncle for a ride | |
The sun is high | |
Sailing through the city | |
For to see the sights and talking sex | |
Sammy' s sitting tall | |
The sun is high | |
His uncle brings him to a brothel | |
Being big he buys a drink | |
Rum and coke | |
Don' t taste too bad | |
Having brought him to the brink | |
His uncle leaves him with his drink | |
Rum and coke | |
Don' t taste too bad | |
The girls all gather in a group | |
And give Sammy boy the eye | |
And stare at him seductively | |
And try to make him buy | |
So choosing one that' s younger | |
Better looking than the rest | |
Sammy speaks no Spanish but she understands | |
They go upstairs to buy the room | |
She wants her money in advance | |
Sammy speaks no Spanish but he understands | |
And lying on her back upon the bed she beckons | |
Sammy won' t lie down yet | |
He wants her nude | |
Speaking Spanish she refuses him | |
At last, afraid of losing him, | |
She takes off all her clothes | |
He wants her nude | |
Her hands upon her heart can hardly hide the horrid scars | |
From her shoulder to her waist, her skin is leathery and hard | |
She pantomimes an accident | |
A car, a fire | |
Not so long ago | |
His eyes are wide | |
She moves to put her clothes back on | |
But he won' t let her go | |
He lies her down | |
His eyes are wide | |
And lightly, like a lover, | |
Sammy lets his lips caress the leather of her breast | |
His brain is numb | |
Moved by some far distant mind | |
He makes himself her bridegroom | |
Sammy' s hardly there at all | |
His brain is numb | |
She moves to take him in now | |
But her hand finds him still slack | |
So she sucks to make him hard | |
And then again lies on her back | |
And Sammy does the deed to silent screaming in his skull | |
The scars surround him | |
Is this all real? | |
Schizophrenic, Sammy sees himself | |
Outside his body and his brain | |
Is this all real? | |
And back at the hotel he has to heal himself | |
But all he does is shake | |
And shake some more | |
Without the grace of tears or sickness | |
Sammy sucks it all inside and shakes | |
And shakes some more |