Red Cotton (Album Version)

Elvis Costello2009年6月1日

歌詞

Red Cotton (紅棉) (Album Version) - Elvis Costello (埃爾維斯 科斯特洛)

I'm cutting up her pure white dress

 

That I dyed red

 

That I dyed red

I'm putting scraps in cheap tin lockets

 

What time erases and memory mocks

 

I'll send them over the ocean foam

Right into those gentle European homes

 

The slave ship "Blessing" slipped from Liverpool

 

Over the waves the Royal Navy rules

 

To go and plunder the Kingdom of Benin

 

Where certain history ends and shame begins

 

Dahomey traders paid in powder and shot

 

Line up their prisoners and they sell them in lots

 

They packed them tight inside those coffin ships

And took them to the brand new world of

Auction blocks and whips

 

I'm cutting up her pure white dress

 

That I dyed red

 

That I dyed red

 

I'm putting scraps in cheap tin lockets

 

What time erases and memory mocks

 

I'll send them over the ocean foam

 

Right into those gentle European homes

 

White is the sheet on your fine linen bed

The blood stained red on each cotton thread

 

Merchants will gather at St George's Hall

To unveil the kneeling slave who is carved upon the wall

 

So picture the scene on the Old Salt House docks

 

Where they loaded the iron shackles and locks

 

Between a sandstone crocodile a barrel and a bale

You will see the nameless faces they were offering for sale

 

So I sing the praises of God's glory

As a blue cetacean floats in the basement

An elephant on the second storey

 

They queue all day to see him

In my American Museum

 

But the Lord will judge us with fire and thunder

 

As man continues in all his blunders

 

It's only money

 

It's only numbers

Maybe it is time to put aside these fictitious wonders

 

But man is feeble

Man is puny

 

And if it should divide the Union

 

There is no man that should own another

 

When he can't even recognise his sister and his brother

 

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