Jigsaw Blues
I was reading about you
In one of the unpublished chapters of St. Matthew
He'd seen you hiding out with Anne of Cleves
Down in Bethlehem
In one hand you held a magnet
And in the other you were holding a gem
Your feet were stained with straw and daub and rosaries
And a pendulum you'd stolen from Macadam
Yea, you've been living from food parcels for so long now
It's a wonder you even know who I am
I first saw you stepping off a Chinese junk
Oh, you're worthless
Just a little drunk.
I pulled a wine bottle from your hand
The first time I ever met you down in Mexico
You were executing grave-robbers in a cemetery
You were wearing a dirty coat of egg-shell blue
Above your head the flags they flew
Oh, it's such a privilege knowing you.
Sheridan he must have seen you
He wouldn't have been afraid to lampoon you
He wouldn't have been afraid to stand before you
But he wouldn't have dreamed of trying to praise you
Like the unpublished manuscript of a monk
You're worthless
Just a little drunk.
Doreen she got her flowers
And Penny got to stay at the Chelsea Hotel
I got stuck with Angel Baby
But I've been there before
I knew her well.
I was reading Don Juan when the missionary stole my blanket
If this was San Francisco he'd already have been strung up
Those virgins, jailbirds, muleteers and other friends of mine
They sold themselves for a castle on the Rhine
I purged myself with an empty keg of ham
Stolen from a stable yard down by the taco stand
Yea, I've seen you with your Milanese trunk
You're worthless
Just a little drunk.
Blues del Rompecabezas
Estaba leyendo sobre ti
En uno de los capítulos inéditos de San Mateo
Te vi escondiéndote con Ana de Cleves
En Belén
En una mano sostenías un imán
Y en la otra tenías una gema
Tus pies estaban manchados de paja, barro y rosarios
Y un péndulo que habías robado de Macadam
Sí, has estado viviendo de paquetes de comida por tanto tiempo ahora
Es sorprendente que siquiera sepas quién soy
Te vi por primera vez bajando de un junco chino
Oh, eres despreciable
Solo un poco borracho.
Le quité una botella de vino de la mano
La primera vez que te conocí en México
Estabas ejecutando profanadores de tumbas en un cementerio
Llevabas un sucio abrigo de color azul claro
Sobre tu cabeza ondeaban las banderas
Oh, es un privilegio conocerte.
Sheridan debe haberte visto
No habría tenido miedo de burlarse de ti
No habría tenido miedo de enfrentarte
Pero no habría soñado con intentar elogiarte
Como el manuscrito inédito de un monje
Eres despreciable
Solo un poco borracho.
Doreen recibió sus flores
Y Penny se quedó en el Hotel Chelsea
Yo me quedé con Angel Baby
Pero ya he estado allí antes
La conocía bien.
Estaba leyendo Don Juan cuando el misionero me robó mi manta
Si esto fuera San Francisco, ya lo habrían colgado
Esas vírgenes, presidiarios, arrieros y otros amigos míos
Se vendieron por un castillo en el Rin
Me purifiqué con un barril vacío de jamón
Robado de un corral cerca del puesto de tacos
Sí, te vi con tu baúl milanés
Eres despreciable
Solo un poco borracho.
Escrita por: Nikki Sudden