а в реальной жизни, может быть, дева вовсе не была такой злой. а автор стихов, возможно, вовсе не был таким добрым и несчастным, каким он себя выставляет :)
стихи, тем не менее, хороши и поднимаю настроение. спасибо, Алинка :)
и текст какой, романтический, но уже совсем по-другому:
BEESWING
I was nineteen when I came to town They called in the Summer of Love They were burningbabies, burning flags The Hawks against the Doves
I took a job in the STeamie Down on Cauldrum Street I fell in love with a laundry girl Was working next to me
CHORUS She was a rare thing Fine as a beeswing So fine a breath of wind might blow her away She was a lost child She was running wild, she said As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way
Brown hair zig-zag round her face And a look of half-surprise Like a fox caught in the headlights There was an animal in her eyes
She said, young man, O can't you see I'm not the factory kind If you don't take me out of here I'll surely lose my miind
CHORUS
We busked around the market towns And picked fruit down in Kent And we could tinker lamps and pots And knives wherever we went
And I said that we might settle down Get a few acres dug Fire burning in the hearth And babies on the rug
She said O man, you foolish man It surely sounds like hell You might be lord of half the world You'll not own me as well
CHORUS
We was camping down the Gower one time The work was pretty good She thought we shouldn't wait for frost And I thought maybe we should
We were drinking more in those days And tempers reached a pitch Like a fool I let her run With the rambling itch
Last I hear she's sleeping out Back on Derby beat White Horse in her hip pocket And a wolfhound at her feet
And they say she even marriend once A man named Romany Brown But even a Gypsy caravan Was too much settliing down
And they say her flower is faded now Hard weather and hard booze But maybe that's just hte price you pay For the chains you refuse
She was a rare thing Fine as a beeswing And I missher more than ever words could say If I could just taste All of her wildness now If I could hold her in my arms today Then I wouldn't want her any other way
стихи, тем не менее, хороши и поднимаю настроение. спасибо, Алинка :)
а я наконец нашла на ютюбе свою любимую песню: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ROHzFywcb_0
и текст какой, романтический, но уже совсем по-другому:
BEESWING
I was nineteen when I came to town
They called in the Summer of Love
They were burningbabies, burning flags
The Hawks against the Doves
I took a job in the STeamie
Down on Cauldrum Street
I fell in love with a laundry girl
Was working next to me
CHORUS
She was a rare thing
Fine as a beeswing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child
She was running wild, she said
As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me any other way
Brown hair zig-zag round her face
And a look of half-surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights
There was an animal in her eyes
She said, young man, O can't you see
I'm not the factory kind
If you don't take me out of here
I'll surely lose my miind
CHORUS
We busked around the market towns
And picked fruit down in Kent
And we could tinker lamps and pots
And knives wherever we went
And I said that we might settle down
Get a few acres dug
Fire burning in the hearth
And babies on the rug
She said O man, you foolish man
It surely sounds like hell
You might be lord of half the world
You'll not own me as well
CHORUS
We was camping down the Gower one time
The work was pretty good
She thought we shouldn't wait for frost
And I thought maybe we should
We were drinking more in those days
And tempers reached a pitch
Like a fool I let her run
With the rambling itch
Last I hear she's sleeping out
Back on Derby beat
White Horse in her hip pocket
And a wolfhound at her feet
And they say she even marriend once
A man named Romany Brown
But even a Gypsy caravan
Was too much settliing down
And they say her flower is faded now
Hard weather and hard booze
But maybe that's just hte price you pay
For the chains you refuse
She was a rare thing
Fine as a beeswing
And I missher more than ever words could say
If I could just taste
All of her wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms today
Then I wouldn't want her any other way
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