Suzzannah
Listen to me brother and I'll tell you what to do,
I've studied cruel bastards and I know a thing or two,
They'll hook you up with shining stuff and get you things for free,
Then laugh at you and cast you to the sea.
Last night you were knealing in the avocado groves,
The Mayans and the Sirens were singing far below,
Please untie the ribbons that are given for your sight,
Sacrifice your appetite and bring Suzzannah home tonight.
Every sawyer's busy splitting redwoods for the prow,
And lawyer's parlaying in sentences now,
And every fate is tide to hate the one sunspotted cow,
And breed in the seed of the sow.
Let them be believing there are reasons they should die,
What good is it that they should know what fortunes they supply,
"I want the king of England, Charlie, get him on the phone,
Say we've got to foil the plot to bring Suzzannah home."
The throng of calm is falling,
To a cold wet spot on the ground,
And the minor song is calling,
And the awning is coming down.
But Jengo's in the mangroves with a banjo in the breeze,
And the man who knows the canto is recalling it for me,
And I am with Suzzannah and the dam is on my right,
And I'm enjoying that ignoring it is willing us to wither in the light.
Suzzannah
Escute, irmão, e eu vou te dizer o que fazer,
Estudei uns filhos da mãe e sei de algumas coisas,
Eles vão te oferecer coisas brilhantes e te dar coisas de graça,
Depois vão rir de você e te jogar no mar.
Na noite passada você estava de joelhos nos pomares de abacate,
Os maias e as sereias cantavam lá embaixo,
Por favor, desamarre as fitas que te cegam,
Sacrifique seu apetite e traga a Suzzannah pra casa hoje à noite.
Todo madeireiro tá ocupado cortando sequoias pro casco,
E os advogados estão negociando sentenças agora,
E todo destino tá amarrado a odiar a única vaca manchada de sol,
E a procriação na semente da porca.
Deixe que acreditem que há razões pra morrer,
Que adianta saber quais fortunas eles oferecem,
"Eu quero o rei da Inglaterra, Charlie, liga pra ele,
Diga que temos que frustrar o plano de trazer a Suzzannah pra casa."
A multidão calma tá caindo,
Num lugar frio e molhado no chão,
E a canção menor tá chamando,
E a marquise tá caindo.
Mas o Jengo tá nos manguezais com um banjo na brisa,
E o homem que conhece o canto tá relembrando pra mim,
E eu tô com a Suzzannah e a represa tá à minha direita,
E tô curtindo que ignorá-la tá nos fazendo murchar à luz.