Lorca's Novena-The Pogues

[00:00.000] 作词 : Finer, MacGowan [00:34.004]Ignacio lay dying in the sand [00:42.254]A single red rose clutched in a dying hand [00:50.179]And the women wept to see their hero die [00:58.399]And the big black birds gathered in the sky [01:07.045]Mother of all our joys [01:09.024]Mother of all our sorrows [01:11.046]Intercede with him tonight [01:14.912]For all of our tomorrows [01:20.900]The years went by and then the killers came [01:29.066]And took the men, marched them up a hill of pain [01:37.084]And Lorca, the faggot poet, they left till last [01:45.280]Blew his brains out with a pistol up his arse [01:53.940]Mother of all our joys [01:55.803]Mother of all our sorrows [01:57.878]Intercede with him tonight [02:01.727]For all of our tomorrows [02:24.097]The killers came to mutilate the dead [02:32.295]But ran away in terror to search the town instead [02:40.479]For Lorca's corpse, as he had prophesied, just walked away [02:48.204]And the only sound was the women in the chapel praying [02:56.933]Mother of all our joys [02:58.886]Mother of all our sorrows [03:00.903]Intercede with him tonight [03:04.622]For all of our tomorrows