Sammy's Song Lyrics
| Song | Sammy's Song |
| Artist | David Bromberg |
| Album | David Bromberg |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bromberg | |
| Somewhere in the south of Spain | |
| Sammy, still sixteen, goes with his uncle for a ride | |
| The sun is high | |
| Sailing through the city | |
| For to see the sights and talking sex | |
| Sammy's sitting tall | |
| The sun is high | |
| His uncle brings him to a brothel | |
| Being big he buys a drink | |
| Rum and coke | |
| Don't taste too bad | |
| Having brought him to the brink | |
| His uncle leaves him with his drink | |
| Rum and coke | |
| Don't taste too bad | |
| The girls all gather in a group | |
| And give Sammy boy the eye | |
| And stare at him seductively | |
| And try to make him buy | |
| So choosing one that's younger | |
| Better looking than the rest | |
| Sammy speaks no Spanish but she understands | |
| They go upstairs to buy the room | |
| She wants her money in advance | |
| Sammy speaks no Spanish but he understands | |
| And lying on her back upon the bed she beckons | |
| Sammy won't lie down yet | |
| He wants her nude | |
| Speaking Spanish she refuses him | |
| At last, afraid of losing him, | |
| She takes off all her clothes | |
| He wants her nude | |
| Her hands upon her heart can hardly hide the horrid scars | |
| From her shoulder to her waist, her skin is leathery and hard | |
| She pantomimes an accident | |
| A car, a fire | |
| Not so long ago | |
| His eyes are wide | |
| She moves to put her clothes back on | |
| But he won't let her go | |
| He lies her down | |
| His eyes are wide | |
| And lightly, like a lover, | |
| Sammy lets his lips caress the leather of her breast | |
| His brain is numb | |
| Moved by some far distant mind | |
| He makes himself her bride-groom | |
| Sammy's hardly there at all | |
| His brain is numb | |
| She moves to take him in now | |
| But her hand finds him still slack | |
| So she sucks to make him hard | |
| And then again lies on her back | |
| And Sammy does the deed to silent screaming in his skull | |
| The scars surround him | |
| Is this all real? | |
| Schizophrenic, Sammy sees himself | |
| Outside his body and his brain | |
| Is this all real? | |
| And back at the hotel he has to heal himself | |
| But all he does is shake | |
| And shake some more | |
| Without the grace of tears or sickness | |
| Sammy sucks it all inside and shakes | |
| And shakes some more |
| zuo ci : Bromberg | |
| Somewhere in the south of Spain | |
| Sammy, still sixteen, goes with his uncle for a ride | |
| The sun is high | |
| Sailing through the city | |
| For to see the sights and talking sex | |
| Sammy' s sitting tall | |
| The sun is high | |
| His uncle brings him to a brothel | |
| Being big he buys a drink | |
| Rum and coke | |
| Don' t taste too bad | |
| Having brought him to the brink | |
| His uncle leaves him with his drink | |
| Rum and coke | |
| Don' t taste too bad | |
| The girls all gather in a group | |
| And give Sammy boy the eye | |
| And stare at him seductively | |
| And try to make him buy | |
| So choosing one that' s younger | |
| Better looking than the rest | |
| Sammy speaks no Spanish but she understands | |
| They go upstairs to buy the room | |
| She wants her money in advance | |
| Sammy speaks no Spanish but he understands | |
| And lying on her back upon the bed she beckons | |
| Sammy won' t lie down yet | |
| He wants her nude | |
| Speaking Spanish she refuses him | |
| At last, afraid of losing him, | |
| She takes off all her clothes | |
| He wants her nude | |
| Her hands upon her heart can hardly hide the horrid scars | |
| From her shoulder to her waist, her skin is leathery and hard | |
| She pantomimes an accident | |
| A car, a fire | |
| Not so long ago | |
| His eyes are wide | |
| She moves to put her clothes back on | |
| But he won' t let her go | |
| He lies her down | |
| His eyes are wide | |
| And lightly, like a lover, | |
| Sammy lets his lips caress the leather of her breast | |
| His brain is numb | |
| Moved by some far distant mind | |
| He makes himself her bridegroom | |
| Sammy' s hardly there at all | |
| His brain is numb | |
| She moves to take him in now | |
| But her hand finds him still slack | |
| So she sucks to make him hard | |
| And then again lies on her back | |
| And Sammy does the deed to silent screaming in his skull | |
| The scars surround him | |
| Is this all real? | |
| Schizophrenic, Sammy sees himself | |
| Outside his body and his brain | |
| Is this all real? | |
| And back at the hotel he has to heal himself | |
| But all he does is shake | |
| And shake some more | |
| Without the grace of tears or sickness | |
| Sammy sucks it all inside and shakes | |
| And shakes some more |
| zuò cí : Bromberg | |
| Somewhere in the south of Spain | |
| Sammy, still sixteen, goes with his uncle for a ride | |
| The sun is high | |
| Sailing through the city | |
| For to see the sights and talking sex | |
| Sammy' s sitting tall | |
| The sun is high | |
| His uncle brings him to a brothel | |
| Being big he buys a drink | |
| Rum and coke | |
| Don' t taste too bad | |
| Having brought him to the brink | |
| His uncle leaves him with his drink | |
| Rum and coke | |
| Don' t taste too bad | |
| The girls all gather in a group | |
| And give Sammy boy the eye | |
| And stare at him seductively | |
| And try to make him buy | |
| So choosing one that' s younger | |
| Better looking than the rest | |
| Sammy speaks no Spanish but she understands | |
| They go upstairs to buy the room | |
| She wants her money in advance | |
| Sammy speaks no Spanish but he understands | |
| And lying on her back upon the bed she beckons | |
| Sammy won' t lie down yet | |
| He wants her nude | |
| Speaking Spanish she refuses him | |
| At last, afraid of losing him, | |
| She takes off all her clothes | |
| He wants her nude | |
| Her hands upon her heart can hardly hide the horrid scars | |
| From her shoulder to her waist, her skin is leathery and hard | |
| She pantomimes an accident | |
| A car, a fire | |
| Not so long ago | |
| His eyes are wide | |
| She moves to put her clothes back on | |
| But he won' t let her go | |
| He lies her down | |
| His eyes are wide | |
| And lightly, like a lover, | |
| Sammy lets his lips caress the leather of her breast | |
| His brain is numb | |
| Moved by some far distant mind | |
| He makes himself her bridegroom | |
| Sammy' s hardly there at all | |
| His brain is numb | |
| She moves to take him in now | |
| But her hand finds him still slack | |
| So she sucks to make him hard | |
| And then again lies on her back | |
| And Sammy does the deed to silent screaming in his skull | |
| The scars surround him | |
| Is this all real? | |
| Schizophrenic, Sammy sees himself | |
| Outside his body and his brain | |
| Is this all real? | |
| And back at the hotel he has to heal himself | |
| But all he does is shake | |
| And shake some more | |
| Without the grace of tears or sickness | |
| Sammy sucks it all inside and shakes | |
| And shakes some more |
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