Killamangiro 【译】Bob Dylan - Desolation Row
Why Would You Pay To See Me In A Cage ?
【译】Bob Dylan - Desolation Row
Bob Dylan - Highway 61 Revisited

艺人:Bob Dylan
专辑:Highway 61 Revisited
曲目:Desolation Row
译者:Melancoly
Blog:http://killamangiro.blog126.fc2.com/

他们叫卖着绘有死刑架的明信片为了邮寄忧伤
他们把护照都漆成棕黄色因为他们不愿意离开

水手们挤满了美容院 马戏团也巡游至此

你看那个喝得酩酊大醉的专员
一只手在整理他的鞋子
另一只又插在裤子里
滑稽的样子让人忍俊不禁

那班暴乱者始终不休
他们需要的只是一个能够让他们捣乱的地方

这正是我和她看到的景象
在忧伤的夜 在荒芜的街


也许大家都沉迷于灰姑娘式的童话
一切都来得轻而易举
你看她那高雅又矜持的样子:
"彼此彼此吧" 她说
一边把手放在后边口袋里
等着她的白马王子和水晶鞋


故事另一边是罗密欧的哀叹 "我坚信你是我的"
无情的回答却是 "伙计 你也许来错地方了 你趁早走远点"


救护车的尖声叫喊之后只剩下了孤寂的她
继续做她的家务 留下了她的梦
这也是悲哀的一幕


现在月亮都快没影了
星星也藏起了光亮
占卜的巫婆收起了她的鬼把戏
整个世界都要沉睡了
留下来的是杀得眼红的该隐和亚伯
和那个始终爱得壮烈的敲钟人


所有的人除了享受生活就在抱怨生活的无奈
期盼一场大雨浇熄欲望之火
那个好心人正准备着他的表演
他要去今晚的嘉年华
又一场假面的狂欢将在悲哀的场景上演


奥菲莉娅在窗户下面等待而我正怕得发抖
她都二十岁了仍然孤单一人
死亡对她来说反而是件浪漫的事情
反正她也打算一生保持童贞
她的工作就是她的信仰
无聊会将她折磨得疯掉
即使有时她也会向往神宇殿堂之美
但是更让她着迷的是这忧伤的歌


就像罗宾汉与他的传奇一生只会属于丛林一样
爱因斯坦总是在他痴迷的理论中隐藏起来
几个化缘的僧侣路过这里
其中有个歆羡他才华的人向他讨了根烟
那个人因为害怕而小心翼翼
而爱因斯坦看出了他的拘谨 只是愉快的笑
接着继续吸他的烟斗 一边记着生词表
可能现在你连看他一眼都不愿意
不过毕竟他很早就出名了
因为他在这颓靡生活中一支独秀的小提琴


脏博士在羽毛杯中赌上了他的世界
可惜的是那些无能的病人唯一想做的就是破坏他的完美计划
他的护士 一个当地的失败者
掌管着生杀予夺的大权
一边是装毒药的小瓶子 一边是写着祝福话语的卡片
如果你能把头伸出窗外努力的听
你会听见他们正在荒废的街上吹着响亮刺耳的口哨


街那边他们把窗帘都紧闭了 准备好一场盛宴
歌剧魅影是牧师的完美目标 他用勺子喂着那些流氓地痞们
但即使这样也不能让他们的良心停止不安
为了抑制这痛苦他们用毒药般疯狂的讽刺满怀信心的杀掉了他
此时神秘的鬼影再次出现 它向那些尖叫着的小女孩们喊话:
离开这里吧 他们将会为来到这里而受罚


现在已经是半夜了 所以那些生意人和超人们都跑出来了
大家都兴奋的围着他们问东问西 但是其实他们孤陋寡闻
他们被带到工厂里参观伤人的机器 之后被绑了起来
有人将煤油倾泻到他们头上
幕后黑手是保险公司的人
他们看着这样的情景喜笑颜开
他们想从中赚上一笔
这又是悲恸之街的一幕惨景


破晓时分一艘巨轮即将下水
每个人都在互相问候 打听着船上的情况
庞德的小花和艾略特的荒原在船长室里扭打着
这个时候唱着民歌的乐团嘲笑着他们
渔夫们却准备好了鲜花
为了献给大海中巡游的美人鱼
他们在舷窗处眺望
这个时候没有人会想起被人遗忘的街


昨天我收到了你的来信
那个兴冲冲的信使几乎拧断了门把手
在信中你询问我的近况
我总觉得那很好笑
我身边的人都缺胳膊少腿的
我几乎不记得他们的原样
现在我眼睛也不好使了
也不大认得清字
所以你就不要再给我寄信了吧
除非你的信来自那条令人忧郁的街

Bob Dylan - Highway 61 Revisited

艺人:Bob Dylan
专辑:Highway 61 Revisited
曲目:Desolation Row
译者:Melancoly
Blog:http://killamangiro.blog126.fc2.com/

Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row

Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid

To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words

And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row"

Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody's shouting
"Which Side Are You On?"
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row

Copyright ©1965; renewed 1993 Special Rider Music
Posted by Melancoly
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