
Fecha de emisión: 31.12.1999
Etiqueta de registro: Touch and Go
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Jimmy's Rose Tattoo(original) |
Jimmy Rose owns a tattoo parlor |
Three times a day |
Cooks a spoon of powder |
I wash the dishes piled in his tub |
If I wait too long he may never stand up |
Up |
He lies awake on an empty canvas |
And tilts his brush |
Watching brilliance drip in circles on the floor |
And I lay his shirt on the bed |
I fall inside picture frames |
Breathing in his oil paints |
He doesn’t see me |
He wanders in |
His mouth looks thin |
Like a child, he stands there shaking |
I can feel his anger choke me |
Jimmy Rose works from twelve to five |
To pay off the doctor that he prescribes |
There’s kerosene in the wishing well |
And I throw a penny still holding on to his hand |
And I watch him drift, close his eyes |
I fall inside picture frames |
Breathing in his oil paints |
He doesn’t see me |
He wanders in |
His mouth looks thin |
Like a child, he stands there shaking |
I can feel his anger choke me |
Under the gun |
Under my clothes |
He’s feeding me |
I’ll never know |
I’ll never know |
I’ll never know |
He wanders in |
His mouth looks thin |
Like a child, he stands there shaking |
I can feel his anger choke me |
(traducción) |
Jimmy Rose tiene un salón de tatuajes |
Tres veces al día |
Cuece una cucharada de polvo |
lavo los platos amontonados en su tina |
Si espero demasiado, es posible que nunca se levante |
Arriba |
Él yace despierto en un lienzo vacío |
Y inclina su cepillo |
Ver el brillo gotear en círculos en el suelo |
Y pongo su camisa en la cama |
Me caigo dentro de marcos de fotos |
Respirando sus pinturas al óleo |
el no me ve |
El deambula en |
Su boca se ve delgada |
Como un niño, se para allí temblando |
Puedo sentir su ira ahogarme |
Jimmy Rose trabaja de doce a cinco |
Para pagar al médico que prescribe |
Hay queroseno en el pozo de los deseos |
Y le tiro un centavo todavía agarrado a su mano |
Y lo miro a la deriva, cierro los ojos |
Me caigo dentro de marcos de fotos |
Respirando sus pinturas al óleo |
el no me ve |
El deambula en |
Su boca se ve delgada |
Como un niño, se para allí temblando |
Puedo sentir su ira ahogarme |
bajo el arma |
debajo de mi ropa |
el me esta alimentando |
Nunca lo sabré |
Nunca lo sabré |
Nunca lo sabré |
El deambula en |
Su boca se ve delgada |
Como un niño, se para allí temblando |
Puedo sentir su ira ahogarme |
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Oblivion | 1999 |
Dear Rose | 1999 |
Late Night ft. Jim White | 2007 |
The Matter of Our Discussion ft. Nina Nastasia | 2021 |
I've Been Out Walking ft. Jim White | 2007 |
Odd Said The Doe ft. Jim White | 2007 |
Ocean | 2002 |
In the Graveyard | 2002 |
4 yrs | 1999 |
Desert Fly | 2002 |
All Your Life | 1999 |
So Little | 2002 |
All for You | 2002 |
The Long Walk | 1999 |
Oh, My Stars | 2002 |
This Is What It Is | 2002 |
Too Much in Between | 1999 |
I Go With Him | 2002 |