A Most Disgusting Song

Ive played every kind of gig there is to play now
我做過各種現場演奏現在還在做

我曾在同性戀酒吧，色情酒吧，摩托車葬禮上
Ive played faggot bars, hooker bars, motor cycle funerals
歌劇院，音樂廳，臨時旅社等地方

我發現在我所有演奏過的地方
In opera houses, concert halls, halfway houses.
所有的聽眾都是同一類人

所以如果你願意聽，可能你會在這首歌裡看到某個你熟知的人
Well I found that in all these places that Ive played
最令人作嘔的一首歌
all the people Ive played for are the same people
當地的皮條客晃進來

蹩著腳咧著嘴笑坐下來
So if youll listen, maybe youll see someone you know in this song.
挨著一個黃花閨女

酒保抹去臉上一絲笑容
A most disgusting song.
委託人走過來

曲膝行禮然後緩步走出大門
The local diddy bop pimp comes in
夜幕漸漸降臨

那裡是吉米扔下的“壞運氣”牌煙
Acting limp he sits down with a grin
有人在為東拉法亞特週末狂歡

一位穿褶巴襯衫的律師在說話
next to a girl that has never been chased
每個人即便喝著清潔劑
The bartender wipes a smile off his face
也洗不去他們的悲傷

當黑手黨給你提供
The delegates cross the floor,
政府也只能對你聳聳肩

你的國民護衛隊將提供
curtsy and promenade through the doors,
這樣他們就都滿意了

那還有一個老花花公子拉爾夫
and slowly the evening begins.
他看起來總是比較低調

那還有個男的托著下巴
And theres Jimmy 'Bad Luck' Butts
他懂得總比自己知道的多

是的，每個夜晚總是上演同樣的事
whos just crazy about them East Lafayette weekend sluts
迷幻，喝醉，放蕩

在酒吧進出
Talking is the lawyer in crumpled up shirt
那還有剛長鬍子的學生睜著木的眼睛

穿著帶香味的裙子，口哨飄飛
And everyones drinking the detergents
那還有用法語和你打招呼的老師
that cannot remove their hurts
他不是給你愛心，只會教訓你

是的，人們每晚重複著同樣的事
While the Mafia provides your drugs,
平息，僵化，熱烈在弗羅德先生的聚會上上演

那還有一個大放闕詞的激進分子
your government will provide the shrugs,
那還有我曾提到的老

還有經常念叨過去脆弱的琳達
and your national guard will supply the slugs,
到傷心時，她總劃著十字，屈身行禮

是的，他們都在這裡，小提姆和湯姆大叔
so they sit all satisfied.
黑髮染紅頭髮的，棕色皮膚帶金發的

他們和狗說話，追逐老女人，憧憬快閃的幸福
And theres old playboy Ralph
他們早沒了夢想，把被奪走的青春寄託於此
whos always been shorter than himself,
每個夜晚上演同樣的故事
and theres a man with his chin in his hand,
迷幻，酒醉，放蕩
who knows more than hell ever understand.
迷失，在瑪莎.溫尼酒吧同樣上演
Yeah, every night its the same old thing
Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny

At the 'Inn-Between', again.

And theres the bearded schoolboy with the wooden eyes.

Who at every scented skirt whispers up and sighs
and theres the teacher that will kiss you in French

Who could never give love, could only fearfully clench
Yeah, people every night its the same old thing
Getting pacified, ossified, affectionate at Mr. Floods party, again

And theres the militant with his store-bought soul
Theres someone here whos almost a virgin Ive been told
And theres Linda glass- made who speaks of the past

who genuflects, salutes, signs the cross and stands at half masts
Yeah, Theyre all here, the Tiny Tims and the Uncle Toms,

red heads brunettes, brownettes and the dyed haired blondes,

Who talk to dogs, chase broads and have hopes of being mobbed,

who mislay their dreams and lay their claim that they were robbed

Andevery night its going to be the same old thing

Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny

Lost, even, at Marthas Vineyard, again