歌曲 | John Brown |
歌手 | Bob Dylan |
专辑 | The Bootleg Series Vol. 9 - The Witmark Demos: 1962-1964 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore | |
His mama sure was proud of him! | |
He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all | |
His mama’s face broke out all in a grin | |
“Oh son, you look so fine, I’m glad you’re a son of mine | |
You make me proud to know you hold a gun | |
Do what the captain says, lots of medals you will get | |
And we’ll put them on the wall when you come home” | |
As that old train pulled out, John’s ma began to shout | |
Tellin’ ev’ryone in the neighborhood: | |
“That’s my son that’s about to go, he’s a soldier now, you know” | |
She made well sure her neighbors understood | |
She got a letter once in a while and her face broke into a smile | |
As she showed them to the people from next door | |
And she bragged about her son with his uniform and gun | |
And these things you called a good old-fashioned war | |
Oh! Good old-fashioned war! | |
Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come | |
They ceased to come for about ten months or more | |
Then a letter finally came saying, “Go down and meet the train | |
Your son’s a-coming home from the war” | |
She smiled and went right down, she looked everywhere around | |
But she could not see her soldier son in sight | |
But as all the people passed, she saw her son at last | |
When she did she could hardly believe her eyes | |
Oh his face was all shot up and his hand was all blown off | |
And he wore a metal brace around his waist | |
He whispered kind of slow, in a voice she did not know | |
While she couldn’t even recognize his face! | |
Oh! Lord! Not even recognize his face | |
“Oh tell me, my darling son, pray tell me what they done | |
How is it you come to be this way?” | |
He tried his best to talk but his mouth could hardly move | |
And the mother had to turn her face away | |
“Don’t you remember, Ma, when I went off to war | |
You thought it was the best thing I could do? | |
I was on the battleground, you were home . . . acting proud | |
You wasn’t there standing in my shoes” | |
“Oh, and I thought when I was there, God, what am I doing here? | |
I’m a-tryin’ to kill somebody or die tryin’ | |
But the thing that scared me most was when my enemy came close | |
And I saw that his face looked just like mine” | |
Oh! Lord! Just like mine! | |
“And I couldn’t help but think, through the thunder rolling and stink | |
That I was just a puppet in a play | |
And through the roar and smoke, this string is finally broke | |
And a cannonball blew my eyes away” | |
As he turned away to walk, his Ma was still in shock | |
At seein’ the metal brace that helped him stand | |
But as he turned to go, he called his mother close | |
And he dropped his medals down into her hand |
John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore | |
His mama sure was proud of him! | |
He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all | |
His mama' s face broke out all in a grin | |
" Oh son, you look so fine, I' m glad you' re a son of mine | |
You make me proud to know you hold a gun | |
Do what the captain says, lots of medals you will get | |
And we' ll put them on the wall when you come home" | |
As that old train pulled out, John' s ma began to shout | |
Tellin' ev' ryone in the neighborhood: | |
" That' s my son that' s about to go, he' s a soldier now, you know" | |
She made well sure her neighbors understood | |
She got a letter once in a while and her face broke into a smile | |
As she showed them to the people from next door | |
And she bragged about her son with his uniform and gun | |
And these things you called a good oldfashioned war | |
Oh! Good oldfashioned war! | |
Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come | |
They ceased to come for about ten months or more | |
Then a letter finally came saying, " Go down and meet the train | |
Your son' s acoming home from the war" | |
She smiled and went right down, she looked everywhere around | |
But she could not see her soldier son in sight | |
But as all the people passed, she saw her son at last | |
When she did she could hardly believe her eyes | |
Oh his face was all shot up and his hand was all blown off | |
And he wore a metal brace around his waist | |
He whispered kind of slow, in a voice she did not know | |
While she couldn' t even recognize his face! | |
Oh! Lord! Not even recognize his face | |
" Oh tell me, my darling son, pray tell me what they done | |
How is it you come to be this way?" | |
He tried his best to talk but his mouth could hardly move | |
And the mother had to turn her face away | |
" Don' t you remember, Ma, when I went off to war | |
You thought it was the best thing I could do? | |
I was on the battleground, you were home . . . acting proud | |
You wasn' t there standing in my shoes" | |
" Oh, and I thought when I was there, God, what am I doing here? | |
I' m atryin' to kill somebody or die tryin' | |
But the thing that scared me most was when my enemy came close | |
And I saw that his face looked just like mine" | |
Oh! Lord! Just like mine! | |
" And I couldn' t help but think, through the thunder rolling and stink | |
That I was just a puppet in a play | |
And through the roar and smoke, this string is finally broke | |
And a cannonball blew my eyes away" | |
As he turned away to walk, his Ma was still in shock | |
At seein' the metal brace that helped him stand | |
But as he turned to go, he called his mother close | |
And he dropped his medals down into her hand |
John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore | |
His mama sure was proud of him! | |
He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all | |
His mama' s face broke out all in a grin | |
" Oh son, you look so fine, I' m glad you' re a son of mine | |
You make me proud to know you hold a gun | |
Do what the captain says, lots of medals you will get | |
And we' ll put them on the wall when you come home" | |
As that old train pulled out, John' s ma began to shout | |
Tellin' ev' ryone in the neighborhood: | |
" That' s my son that' s about to go, he' s a soldier now, you know" | |
She made well sure her neighbors understood | |
She got a letter once in a while and her face broke into a smile | |
As she showed them to the people from next door | |
And she bragged about her son with his uniform and gun | |
And these things you called a good oldfashioned war | |
Oh! Good oldfashioned war! | |
Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come | |
They ceased to come for about ten months or more | |
Then a letter finally came saying, " Go down and meet the train | |
Your son' s acoming home from the war" | |
She smiled and went right down, she looked everywhere around | |
But she could not see her soldier son in sight | |
But as all the people passed, she saw her son at last | |
When she did she could hardly believe her eyes | |
Oh his face was all shot up and his hand was all blown off | |
And he wore a metal brace around his waist | |
He whispered kind of slow, in a voice she did not know | |
While she couldn' t even recognize his face! | |
Oh! Lord! Not even recognize his face | |
" Oh tell me, my darling son, pray tell me what they done | |
How is it you come to be this way?" | |
He tried his best to talk but his mouth could hardly move | |
And the mother had to turn her face away | |
" Don' t you remember, Ma, when I went off to war | |
You thought it was the best thing I could do? | |
I was on the battleground, you were home . . . acting proud | |
You wasn' t there standing in my shoes" | |
" Oh, and I thought when I was there, God, what am I doing here? | |
I' m atryin' to kill somebody or die tryin' | |
But the thing that scared me most was when my enemy came close | |
And I saw that his face looked just like mine" | |
Oh! Lord! Just like mine! | |
" And I couldn' t help but think, through the thunder rolling and stink | |
That I was just a puppet in a play | |
And through the roar and smoke, this string is finally broke | |
And a cannonball blew my eyes away" | |
As he turned away to walk, his Ma was still in shock | |
At seein' the metal brace that helped him stand | |
But as he turned to go, he called his mother close | |
And he dropped his medals down into her hand |
[00:04.280] | 约翰·布朗就要去参加海外的战斗, |
[00:08.260] | 他的妈妈当然替他感到骄傲。 |
[00:12.550] | 他全副武装、挺直站立,高大威武, |
[00:16.560] | 他的妈妈脸上乐开了花, |
[00:20.660] | 哇,你看上去好极了,有你这个好儿子我很自豪, |
[00:26.650] | 你为你即将持枪战斗而骄傲。 |
[00:31.050] | 照着上尉说的做,你也会获得很多勋章, |
[00:34.710] | 等你一回家咱们就把勋章挂到墙上。” |
[00:40.110] | 当那辆破旧火车缓缓开动,约翰妈朝所有人叫嚷, |
[00:44.500] | 她要告诉每一位邻居 , |
[00:48.460] | 那是我儿子要去前线了,他现在是一名战士,你知道么。” |
[00:52.450] | 她当然相信邻居们全都知道。 |
[00:57.600] | 有时她会收到信件,这时她就面露喜色, |
[01:01.480] | 她把信展示给大家看, |
[01:05.730] | 她吹嘘自己的儿子有枪有装。 |
[01:09.960] | 这些便是你所谓的还不错的旧式战争。 |
[01:14.430] | 呵,不错的旧式战争! |
[01:24.500] | 这时信不再寄来,她始终没等到来信。 |
[01:28.600] | 十多个月以来,杳无音讯。 |
[01:32.930] | 有天她终于收到消息: |
[01:36.960] | 到车站去接你解甲归田的儿子。 |
[01:46.150] | 她笑起来跑出去,在车站四处张望, |
[01:50.230] | 但她看不到她的战士儿子。 |
[01:54.480] | 直到人群散去她才见到真相, |
[01:58.300] | 她见到不敢直视的真相: |
[02:03.550] | 他脸面血肉模糊,手掌支离破碎。 |
[02:07.880] | 他的腰上戴上金属支架。 |
[02:12.100] | 他支吾吞吐出几句,但她全然听不清楚。 |
[02:15.800] | 而她甚至仍认不出他的脸! |
[02:20.780] | 我的天!我认不出了我儿子的脸。” |
[02:31.100] | 啊,可怜的儿子,求你告诉我他们干了什么?” |
[02:35.350] | 何以至今日的悲惨境地?” |
[02:39.510] | 他想说句话但嘴巴无法张开, |
[02:43.500] | 他的妈妈不得不把哭脸转向一边。 |
[02:48.850] | 妈还记得吗,我去打仗时, |
[02:53.050] | 你觉得那是最该做的事。“ |
[02:56.460] | 我血战疆场,你在家里为之自豪。 |
[03:00.810] | 你并没站在我的立场上。“ |
[03:05.580] | 啊,我曾经在那里想,天哪,我竟在这里做些什么?” |
[03:09.860] | 我残忍地杀人,同时也会被残忍杀死。 |
[03:13.810] | 最另我恐惧地是当敌人靠近,我分明看到 |
[03:18.030] | 他们脸上的神情跟我如出一辙” |
[03:22.200] | 啊!上帝!那是跟我别无二致的人呐” |
[03:34.030] | 我忍不住地去怀疑,在那枪炮轰鸣、尸体腐臭的地方, |
[03:38.220] | 我就像是戏剧里的一个傀儡, |
[03:42.360] | 那些轰鸣着的(炮弹)和弥漫着的(硝烟)让我断了线, |
[03:46.100] | 炸弹带走了我的眼睛。“ |
[04:56.450] | 当他转而要走,他妈仍陷在震惊之中, |
[04:01.000] | 她只看到支撑他站起的冰冷金属支架。 |
[04:05.200] | 他转身要走之际,叫母亲凑近, |
[04:08.630] | 把勋章放到她的手中。 |