Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Colleen, artist - Joanna Newsom. Album song Joanna Newsom & The Ys Street Band, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 08.04.2007
Record label: Drag City
Song language: English
Colleen |
I tell it as I best know how |
And that’s the way it was told to me: I |
Must have once been a thief or a whore |
Then surely was thrown overboard |
Where, they say |
I came their way from the deep blue sea |
It picked me up and tossed me round |
I lost my shoes and tore my gown |
I forgot my name |
And drowned |
Then woke up with the surf a-pounding; |
It seemed I had been run aground |
Well they took me in and shod my feet |
And taught me prayers for chastity |
And said my name would be Colleen, and |
I was blessed among all women |
To have forgotten everything |
And as the weeks and months ensued |
I tried to make myself of use |
I tilled and planted, but could not produce-- |
Not root, nor leaf, nor flower, nor bean; |
Lord! |
It seemed I overwatered everything |
And I hate the sight of that empty air |
Like stepping for a missing stair |
And falling forth forever blindly: |
Cannot grab hold of anything! |
No |
Not I, most blessed among Colleens |
I dream some nights of a funny sea |
As soft as a newly born baby |
It cries for me so pitifully! |
And I dive for my child with a wildness in me |
And am so sweetly there received |
But last night came a different dream: |
A gray and sloping-shouldered thing |
Said «What's cinched 'round your waist, Colleen? |
Is that my very own baleen? |
No! |
Have you forgotten everything?» |
This morning, 'round the cape at dawn |
Some travellers sailed into town |
With scraps for sale and the saddest songs |
And a book of pictures, leather-bound, that |
Showed a whale with a tusk a metre long |
I asked the man who showed it me |
«What is the name of that strange beast?» |
He said its name translated roughly to |
He-Who-Easily-Can-Curve-Himself-Against-The-Sky |
And I am without words |
He said «My lady looks perturbed |
(the light is in your eyes, Colleen).» |
I said, «Whatever can you mean?» |
He leaned in and said |
«You ain’t forgotten everything.» |
«You dare to speak a lady’s name?» |
He said, «My lady is mistaken |
I would not speak your name in this place; |
For if I were to try then the wind--I swear-- |
Would rise, to tear you clean from me without a trace.» |
«Have you come, then, to rescue me?» |
He laughed and said, «From what, 'colleen'? |
You dried and dressed most willingly |
You corseted, and caught the dread disease |
By which one comes to know such peace.» |
Well, it’s true that I came to know such things as |
The laws that govern property |
And the herbs to feed the babes that wean |
The welting weight for every season; |
But still |
I don’t know any goddamned «Colleen» |
Then dive down there with the lights to lead |
That seem to shine from everything-- |
Down to the bottom of the deep blue sea; |
Down where your heart beats so slow |
And you never in your life have felt so free |
Will you come down there with me? |
Down where our bodies start to seem like |
Artifacts of some strange dream |
Which afterwards you can’t decipher |
And so, soon, have forgotten |
Everything |