| Song | The Mariner's Revenge Song |
| Artist | The Decemberists |
| Album | We All Raise Our Voices To The Air (Live 04.11 - 08.11) |
| 作曲 : Meloy | |
| We are two mariners | |
| Our ships' sole survivors | |
| In this belly of a whale | |
| Its ribs our ceiling beams, | |
| Its guts our carpeting, | |
| I guess we have some time to kill | |
| You may not remember me, | |
| I was a child of three | |
| And you a lad of eighteen | |
| But I remember you, | |
| And I will relate to you | |
| How our histories interweave | |
| At the time you were a rake and a roustabout | |
| Spending all your money on the whores and hounds | |
| Oh, oh | |
| You had a charming air | |
| All cheap and debonair | |
| My widowed mother found so sweet | |
| And so she took you in, | |
| Her sheets still warm with him, | |
| Now filled with filth and foul disease | |
| As time wore on you proved a debt-ridden drunken mess | |
| Leaving my mother a poor consumptive wretch | |
| Oh, oh | |
| And then you disappeared, | |
| Your gambling arrears | |
| The only thing you left behind | |
| And then the magistrate | |
| Reclaimed our small estate | |
| And my poor mother lost her mind | |
| Then one day in spring my dear, sweet mother died | |
| But before she did I took her hand as she, dying, cried: | |
| Oh, oh | |
| "Find him, bind him, tie him to a pole and break his | |
| Fingers to splinters; drag him to a hole until he | |
| Wakes up naked clawing at the ceiling of his grave" | |
| It took me fifteen years | |
| To swallow all my tears | |
| Among the urchins in the street | |
| Until a priory | |
| Took pity and hired me | |
| To keep their vestry nice and neat | |
| But never once in the employ of these holy men | |
| Did I ever once turn my mind from the thought of revenge | |
| Oh, oh | |
| One night I overheard | |
| The prior exchanging words | |
| With a penitent whaler from the sea | |
| The captain of his ship | |
| Who matched you toe to tip | |
| Was known for wanton cruelty | |
| The following day I shipped to sea with a privateer | |
| And in the whistle of the wind I could almost hear: | |
| Oh, oh | |
| "Find him, bind him, tie him to a pole and break his | |
| Fingers to splinters; drag him to a hole until he | |
| Wakes up naked clawing at the ceiling of his grave | |
| "There is one thing I must say to you | |
| As you sail across the sea | |
| Always your mother will watch over you | |
| As you avenge this wicked deed" | |
| And then that fateful night | |
| We had you in our sight | |
| After twenty months at sea | |
| Your starboard flank abeam, | |
| I was getting my muskets clean | |
| When came this rumbling from beneath | |
| The ocean shook, the sky went black, and the captain quailed | |
| And before us grew the angry jaws of a giant whale | |
| Oh, oh | |
| [screaming] | |
| Oh | |
| [screaming] | |
| Don't know how I survived | |
| The crew all was chewed alive | |
| I must have slipped between its teeth | |
| But, oh what providence, | |
| What divine intelligence, | |
| That you should survive as well as me | |
| It gives my heart great joy to see your eyes fill with fear | |
| So lean in close and I will whisper the last words you'll hear | |
| Oh, oh |
| zuò qǔ : Meloy | |
| We are two mariners | |
| Our ships' sole survivors | |
| In this belly of a whale | |
| Its ribs our ceiling beams, | |
| Its guts our carpeting, | |
| I guess we have some time to kill | |
| You may not remember me, | |
| I was a child of three | |
| And you a lad of eighteen | |
| But I remember you, | |
| And I will relate to you | |
| How our histories interweave | |
| At the time you were a rake and a roustabout | |
| Spending all your money on the whores and hounds | |
| Oh, oh | |
| You had a charming air | |
| All cheap and debonair | |
| My widowed mother found so sweet | |
| And so she took you in, | |
| Her sheets still warm with him, | |
| Now filled with filth and foul disease | |
| As time wore on you proved a debtridden drunken mess | |
| Leaving my mother a poor consumptive wretch | |
| Oh, oh | |
| And then you disappeared, | |
| Your gambling arrears | |
| The only thing you left behind | |
| And then the magistrate | |
| Reclaimed our small estate | |
| And my poor mother lost her mind | |
| Then one day in spring my dear, sweet mother died | |
| But before she did I took her hand as she, dying, cried: | |
| Oh, oh | |
| " Find him, bind him, tie him to a pole and break his | |
| Fingers to splinters drag him to a hole until he | |
| Wakes up naked clawing at the ceiling of his grave" | |
| It took me fifteen years | |
| To swallow all my tears | |
| Among the urchins in the street | |
| Until a priory | |
| Took pity and hired me | |
| To keep their vestry nice and neat | |
| But never once in the employ of these holy men | |
| Did I ever once turn my mind from the thought of revenge | |
| Oh, oh | |
| One night I overheard | |
| The prior exchanging words | |
| With a penitent whaler from the sea | |
| The captain of his ship | |
| Who matched you toe to tip | |
| Was known for wanton cruelty | |
| The following day I shipped to sea with a privateer | |
| And in the whistle of the wind I could almost hear: | |
| Oh, oh | |
| " Find him, bind him, tie him to a pole and break his | |
| Fingers to splinters drag him to a hole until he | |
| Wakes up naked clawing at the ceiling of his grave | |
| " There is one thing I must say to you | |
| As you sail across the sea | |
| Always your mother will watch over you | |
| As you avenge this wicked deed" | |
| And then that fateful night | |
| We had you in our sight | |
| After twenty months at sea | |
| Your starboard flank abeam, | |
| I was getting my muskets clean | |
| When came this rumbling from beneath | |
| The ocean shook, the sky went black, and the captain quailed | |
| And before us grew the angry jaws of a giant whale | |
| Oh, oh | |
| screaming | |
| Oh | |
| screaming | |
| Don' t know how I survived | |
| The crew all was chewed alive | |
| I must have slipped between its teeth | |
| But, oh what providence, | |
| What divine intelligence, | |
| That you should survive as well as me | |
| It gives my heart great joy to see your eyes fill with fear | |
| So lean in close and I will whisper the last words you' ll hear | |
| Oh, oh |