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Lily, Rosemary And The Jack Of Hearts (tradução)

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More Blood More Tracks (The Bootleg Series Vol. 14)


LILY, ROSEMARY


E O VALETE DE COPAS:


O festival acabara

Os rapazes estavam planejando uma queda

O cabaré estava quieto

Exceto por uma perfuração na parede

A hora de fechar suspenso

E a roda de apostas guardada

Qualquer um com um pouco de senso

Já teria deixado a cidade

Ele estava de pé perto da porta

Olhando para o Valete de Copas


Ele se moveu atravessando o quarto espelhado

“Apronte tudo para todos” ele disse

Então todos começaram a fazer

O que faziam antes

De virarem suas cabeças

Então ele encostou em um estranho

E lhe perguntou com um sorriso

“Você teria a bondade de me dizer amigo,

Que horas começa o show.

”Então ele se posicionou em um canto

Rosto para baixo como o Valete de Copas


Nos bastidores as meninas jogavam cartas

Perto da escada

Lily tinha duas rainhas

Ela torcia por um terceiro para compor a dupla

Lá fora as ruas enchiam

A janela estava toda aberta

Uma brisa gentil soprava

Você podia senti-la, lá de dentro

Lilly chamou outra aposta

E puxou o Valete de Copas


Bug Jim não era tolo para ninguém

Ele era dono da única mina de diamantes da cidade

Ele fez sua entrada habitual

Todo emperiquitado e bonito

Com seus guarda-costas e bengala de prata

E cada fio de cabelo no lugar

Ele tomava o que ele queria

E deixava estragar

Mas seus guarda-costas e bengala de prata

Não eram páreos para o Valete de Copas


Rosemary penteava o cabelo

E pegou uma carroça até a cidade

Ela passou pela porta lateral

Mais parecendo uma rainha sem coroa

Ela batia seus cílios postiços

E sussurrava em seu ouvido

“Sony, querido, estou atrasada”

Mas ele não parece ter ouvido

Ele estava olhando para o espaço

Sobre o Valete de Copas


“Eu sei que já vi este rosto antes”

Big Jim estava pensando para si“

Talvez tenha sido no México

Ou um retrato na prateleira de alguém”

Mas então o povo começou a bater o pé

E as luzes da casa abaixaram

E na escuridão da sala

Havia apenas Big Jim e ele

Encarando a borboleta

Que acaba de puxar um Valete de Copas


Lily era uma princesa

Ele tinha pela alva e preciosa como uma criança

Ela fez o que precisar for

Ela tinha aquela certa faísca cada vez que ela sorria

Ela veio de longe de uma casa com pais separados

Teve vários casos esquisitos

Com toda espécie de homens

Que a levou para todos os lugares

Mas ela nunca encontrou ninguém bem

Como o Valete de Copas


O juiz enforcador entrou despercebido

E estava sendo servido vinho e janta

A perfuração na parede continuava

Mas ninguém parecia dar muita atenção

Era sabido por todos

Que Lily tinha o anel de Jim

E nada jamais iria ficar

Entre Lily e o rei

Não, nada ficaria

Exceto talvez o Valete de Copas


Rosemary estava bebendo muito

E olhando seu reflexo em uma faca

Ela estava cansada da atenção

Cansada de fazer o papel de esposa de Big Jim

Ela tinha feito muitas coisas ruins

Até certa vez tentou suicídio

Estava tentando fazer apenas

Uma coisa boa antes de morrer

Ela estava olhando para o futuro

Cavalgando no Valete de Copas


Lily lavou o rosto

Tirou o seu vestido e o enterrou

“Será que sua sorte se esgotou?” ela lhe diz rindo“

Bem, suponho que você deveria saber

Que acabaria algum dia

Tenha o cuidado de não tocar a parede

Há uma nova demão de tinta

Fico feliz em ver que continua vivo

Você mais parece um santo”

Descendo o corredor

Pegadas chegam atrás do Valete de Copas


Nos bastidores o gerente estava

Andando nervoso perto da cadeira

“Existe algo estranho acontecendo”, ele diz

“Eu consigo até senti-lo no ar”

Ele foi pegar o juiz enforcador

Mas o juiz enforcador estava bêbado

Enquanto o ator principal

Se apressava com sua roupa de monge

Não havia em lugar algum ator

Melhor do que o Valete de Copas


Os braços de Lily fechavam ao redor

Do homem que ela adorava tanto de tocar

Ela se esqueceu totalmente do homem

Ela não suportava mais ser tão perseguida

“Senti tanto sua falta” ela disse para ele

E ele sentiu que ela estava sendo sincera

Mas além da porta

Ele sentia ciúmes e medo

Apenas mais uma noite

Na vida do Valete de Copas


Ninguém sabia as circunstâncias

Mas dizem que aconteceu bem rápido

A porta para o vestiário abriu repentinamente

E um revólver frio começou a clicar

E Big Jim estava de pé lá

Não se pode dizer que surpreso

Rosemary ao seu lado

Firmeza no seu olhar

Ela estava com Big Jim

Mas ela se arrastava para o Valete de Copas


Duas portas depois

Os rapazes finalmente passaram pela parede

E limparam o cofre do banco

Dizem que levaram um bom bocado

Na escuridão ao lado do rio

Eles aguardaram no terreno

Por mais um membro

Que tinha negócios a tratar na cidade

Mas não podiam ir além

Sem o Valete de Copas


No dia seguinte era dia de enforcamento

O céu estava nublado e negro

Big Jim foi estendido no chão e encoberto

Morto por uma facada nas costas

E Rosemary na forca

Ela sequer piscou

O juiz enforcador estava sóbrio

Ele não tocou em uma gota

A única pessoa faltando na cena

Era o Valete de Copas


O cabaré estava vazio agora

Uma placa dizia, “Fechado para reparos”

Lily já havia tirado

Toda a tinta de seu cabelo

Ela estava pensando em seu pai

Da qual ela muito raramente viu

Pensando sobre Rosemary

E pensando sobre a lei

Mas principalmente

Ela estava pensando sobre o Valete de Copas

Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts


The festival was over, the boys were all plannin' for a fall,

The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall.

The curfew had been lifted and the gamblin' wheel shut down,

Anyone with any sense had already left town.

He was standin' in the doorway lookin' like the Jack of Hearts.


He moved across the mirrored room,

"Set it up for everyone" he said,

Then everyone commenced to do what they were doin' before he turned their

heads. Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin,

"Could you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins?"

Then he moved into the corner, face down like the Jack of Hearts.


Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs,

Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair.

Outside the streets were fillin' up, the window was open wide,

A gentle breeze was blowin', you could feel it from inside.

Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts.


Big Jim was no one's fool, he owned the town's only diamond mine,

He made his usual entrance lookin' so dandy and so fine.

With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place,

He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste.

But his bodyguards and silver cane were no match for the Jack of Hearts.


Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town,

She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen without a crown.

She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear,

"Sorry, darlin', that I'm late" but he didn't seem to hear.

He was starin' into space over at the Jack of Hearts.


"I know I've seen that face before"; Big Jim was thinkin' to himself,

"Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody's shelf"

But then the crowd began to stamp their feet

And the house lights did dim

And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him,

Starin' at the butterfly who just drew the Jack of Hearts.


Lily was a princess, she was fair-skinned and precious as a child,

She did whatever she had to do,

she had that certain flash every time she smiled.

She'd come away from a broken home, had lots of strange affairs

With men in every walk of life which took her everywhere.

But she'd never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts.


The hangin' judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and dined,

The drillin' in the wall kept up but no one seemed to pay it any mind.

It was known all around that Lily had Jim's ring

And nothing would ever come between Lily and the king.

No, nothin' ever would except maybe the Jack of Hearts.


Rosemary started drinkin' hard and seein' her reflection in the knife,

She was tired of the attention, tired of playin' the role of Big Jim's wife.

She had done a lot of bad things, even once tried suicide,

Was lookin' to do just one good deed before she died.

She was gazin' to the future, riding on the Jack of Hearts.


Lily washed her face, took her dress off and buried it away.

"Has your luck run out" she laughed at him,

"Well, I guess you must

have known it would someday.

Be careful not to touch the wall, there's a brand-new coat of paint,

I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"

Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts.


The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair.

"There's something funny going on," he said

"I can just feel it in the air"

He went to get the hangin' judge, but the hangin' judge was drunk,

As the leading actor hurried by in the costume of a monk.

There was no actor anywhere better than the Jack of Hearts.


Lily's arms were locked around the man that she dearly loved to touch,

She forgot all about the man she couldn't stand

Who hounded her so much.

"I've missed you so"; she said to him, and he felt she was sincere,

But just beyond the door he felt jealousy and fear.

Just another night in the life of the Jack of Hearts.


No one knew the circumstance but they say that it happened pretty quick,

The door to the dressing room burst open and a Colt revolver clicked.

And Big Jim was standin' there, ya couldn't say surprised,

Rosemary right beside him, steady in her eyes.

She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts.


Two doors down the boys finally made it through the wall

And cleaned out the bank safe,

it's said that they got off with quite a haul.

In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground

For one more member who had business back in town.

But they couldn't go no further without the Jack of Hearts.


The next day was hangin' day, the sky was overcast and black,

Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back.

And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn't even blink,

The hangin' judge was sober, he hadn't had a drink.

The only person on the scene missin' was the Jack of Hearts.


The cabaret was empty now, a sign said, "Closed for repair"

Lily had already taken all of the dye out of her hair.

She was thinkin' 'bout her father, who she very rarely saw,

Thinkin' 'bout Rosemary and thinkin' about the law.

But, most of all she was thinkin' 'bout the Jack of Hearts.













































































Compositor: Robert Dylan (Dylan Bob) (SESAC)Editor: Ram-s-horn-music (SESAC)ECAD verificado obra #4201572 em 12/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM

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