歌曲 | Blackbirds (Reprise) |
歌手 | Gretchen Peters |
专辑 | Blackbirds |
[Verse 1] | |
The blackbirds came at dusk and they roosted in the cane | |
Raised such a ruckus that it shook my windowpane | |
And I’m covered up in dirt and I stink of kerosene | |
And no matter what I do I can’t get clean | |
Last thing I remember was your footsteps in the hall | |
Whisky in your voice and a shotgun on the wall | |
Now there’s shadows in the shadows, there’s trouble in the cane | |
And there’s things you do that you just can’t explain | |
[Chorus] | |
Uneasy lies the head – unfaithful is the heart | |
Ungrateful and unlucky and untrue | |
And no one saw me coming, and no one saw me go | |
Only the blackbirds and you | |
[Verse 2] | |
Come harvest in the cane fields the sky turns black with smoke | |
So I took our father’s gun and a heavy piece of rope | |
And I left you lying there like rotten fruit upon the ground | |
And I lit a torch and I burned the whole thing down | |
[Chorus] | |
[Verse 3] | |
Our father was a farmer he planted fields of cane | |
He planted seeds of evil and we harvested the shame | |
Oh but I’m the last one standing there’s no one left to tell | |
And when it’s my time I’ll see you both in hell |
Verse 1 | |
The blackbirds came at dusk and they roosted in the cane | |
Raised such a ruckus that it shook my windowpane | |
And I' m covered up in dirt and I stink of kerosene | |
And no matter what I do I can' t get clean | |
Last thing I remember was your footsteps in the hall | |
Whisky in your voice and a shotgun on the wall | |
Now there' s shadows in the shadows, there' s trouble in the cane | |
And there' s things you do that you just can' t explain | |
Chorus | |
Uneasy lies the head unfaithful is the heart | |
Ungrateful and unlucky and untrue | |
And no one saw me coming, and no one saw me go | |
Only the blackbirds and you | |
Verse 2 | |
Come harvest in the cane fields the sky turns black with smoke | |
So I took our father' s gun and a heavy piece of rope | |
And I left you lying there like rotten fruit upon the ground | |
And I lit a torch and I burned the whole thing down | |
Chorus | |
Verse 3 | |
Our father was a farmer he planted fields of cane | |
He planted seeds of evil and we harvested the shame | |
Oh but I' m the last one standing there' s no one left to tell | |
And when it' s my time I' ll see you both in hell |