Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Rose, artist - Sayyadina. Album song The Great Northern Revisited, in the genre МеталDate of issue: 15.03.2010
Record label: Relapse
Song language: English
Black Rose |
| Mr frankie diamond was my best friend |
| We were partners in a business down on c & 7th |
| Nothin' ever got this good brother down |
| He was a real live wire in an electric town |
| Frankie started hangin' with an uptown girl |
| A harlem lady in the social whirl |
| On saturday night he’d put on his best clothes |
| And go out steppin' with his black rose |
| Now frankie went upstate for a couple of years |
| A guest of the nation and he was in tears |
| He called me up, he said «hey friend of mine |
| I got one favour to ask ya while i’m doin' my time |
| She’s the queen of new york city |
| She bewitch all men soul |
| She the blood that flow right through me |
| So don’t be messin' with my black rose |
| Keep your hands off my black rose" |
| My black rosie, he don’t own ya… |
| While frankie was upstate, his harlem girl |
| Continued to spiral in her social whirl |
| So i paged her from my gig on east 7th |
| I said, «hey, babe, you doin' anythin' roundabout 11?» |
| She said «uh-uh» in her uptown voice |
| So we met at beiruit for cocktails and ice |
| When she crossed that room in her tight red dress |
| I wasn’t thinkin' of frankie, I have to confess |
| She said «hey, best friend, let’s go back to my place |
| I need to fix my mascara and remodel my face» |
| But it rained on the way back to her house |
| And when she closed the door she took off her blouse |
| She’s the queen of new york city |
| She bewitch all men soul |
| Next thing i know i’m whisperin' sweet nothin’s |
| Lyin' in bed with my black rose |
| I’m makin' love to my black. |
| My black rosie, he don’t own ya |
| So stay with me tonight… |
| At nights i’d lie there and listen to her breathe |
| With the sweat on my brow, how could she sleep? |
| So deep, so sweet as calm as a rock |
| While i pushed back the seconds oozing from the clock… |
| Now the letters i wrote frankie returned unread |
| The word leaked out i’d be better off dead |
| But in the crimson dawn, black rose would unfold |
| And drain all the poison from my soul… |
| Drain me rosie… |
| Now i’m standin' up here on forty deuce |
| Another terminal man waitin' for his bus |
| Here come frankie with his head all shaved |
| Is that a piece in his pocket, or is it a blade? |
| Now i’m lyin' face down in the terminal dirt |
| With a hole in my chest, but i don’t feel no hurt |
| I don’t wanna go to heaven, i been there before |
| Just spent two years in paradise with my black rose… |
| She’s the queen of New york city |
| She bewitch all men soul |
| When you go and find her body |
| Bury me next to my black rose |
| Still in love with my black rose |
| She’s up in heaven now, my black rose |
| You won’t be makin' love to my black… |
| My black rosie, he don’t own ya… |
| So stay with me tonight, for the rest of your life… |
| Roisin dhubh me no can get over you |
| A time is in me mind no matter what i do |
| Roisin dhubh me no can get over you |
| Now frankie comin' back and i know that i am through |
| Mister frankie diamond tell me do the right thing |
| Watch his girl while he away at sing sing |
| But me and rosie, we have a little fling |
| Now frankie comin' home, wicked trouble it will bring… |
| Wicked trouble it will bring… |
| Lord have mercy! |