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Stilius: Roko muzika
Data: 1998 m.





It began when they come took me from my home
And put me in Dead Row,
Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know.
And I'll say it again
I..am..not..afraid..to..die.

I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner meals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.

Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.
The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath gathering at my hind

I hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told

Like my good hand I
tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist
That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist.

In Heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold.
Down here it's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away.

Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied.

My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.
Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.
`Tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that rebel blood.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is glowing
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this weighing up of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is glowing
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this looks of disbelief.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof
Nor a motive why.

And the mercy seat is smoking
And I think my head is melting
And in a way I'm helping
To be done with all this twisted of the truth.
A lie for a lie
And a truth for a truth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is melting
And I think my blood is boiling
And in a way I'm spoiling
All the fun with all this truth and consequence.
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof.
A life for a life
And a truth for a truth
And anyway there was no proof
But I'm not afraid to tell a lie.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
But I'm afraid I told a lie.




Vertimai:
 2011-03-13  Silentist - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Malonės krėslas (Mercy Seat)

Esamas tekstas


It began when they come took me from my home
And put me in Dead Row,
Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know.
And I'll say it again
I..am..not..afraid..to..die.

I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner meals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.

Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.
The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath gathering at my hind

I hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told

Like my good hand I
tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist
That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist.

In Heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold.
Down here it's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away.

Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied.

My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.
Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.
`Tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that rebel blood.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is glowing
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this weighing up of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is glowing
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this looks of disbelief.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof
Nor a motive why.

And the mercy seat is smoking
And I think my head is melting
And in a way I'm helping
To be done with all this twisted of the truth.
A lie for a lie
And a truth for a truth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is melting
And I think my blood is boiling
And in a way I'm spoiling
All the fun with all this truth and consequence.
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof.
A life for a life
And a truth for a truth
And anyway there was no proof
But I'm not afraid to tell a lie.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
But I'm afraid I told a lie.

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2008 m. balandžio 16 d. 20:58:39
Patinka? Spausk ir pridėk prie mėgstamų!
Juodojo genijaus daina

Malonės krėslas (Nick Cave)

Pradžia tokia: kai jie atėjo, mane išbruko iš namų
Ir įrašė į mirtininkų eilę,
Kurioj aš kaip žinia beveik visai nekaltas,
Aš vėl pasikartosiu:
Nebijau numirti.

Pradėjau apšilti ir priprasti
Prie įvairių dalykų, aplinkų.
Įskilęs dubenėlis, šluota iškraipyta,
Sriuboj regėtas Jėzaus veidas,
Įtartini dalykai pietų metu
Ir maisto vežimėlis su baisiais rateliais,
Išlinkęs kaulas kyšantis iš maisto
Visi reikalai arba geri, arba prasti.

Štai laukianti kėdutė maloninga,
Turbūt galva mana jau dega
Ir tegu bus taip kaip aš trokštu
matuojama teisybės matu:
akis už akį, dantis už dantį
Visvien aš tiesą pasakiau
Ir nebijau numirti.

Sau aiškinu ir sąrašą, ir ženklus:
Dantis – pajuodęs, paraudonavęs rūkas,
O sienos – juodos. Blogą lemiančios. Kaip dugne…
Lyg nesveiki alsavimai už nugaros,
Lyg nesveiki alsavimai už nugaros,
Lyg nesveiki alsavimai už nugaros,
Lyg besidauginantys
nesveiki alsavimai už mano nugaros,

Aš išgirstu istoriją iš kameros,
Kaip Kristus gimęs ėdžiose,
Kaip tartum koks apskuręs pašalietis
Numiręs jis ant kryžiaus.
Ir kaip, aš sakyčiau, atitinka –
Jis vertęsis juk dirbdamas dailide.
Bent jau taip man sakė.

Kaip ir savo gerąją ranką, išsitatuiravau “B.L.O.G.A.”
Ir kitos rankos kumštį.
Bjaurieji penki pirštai!
Jie nieko nepadarė:
Nepasipriešino, nesuabejojo.

Danguj Jo krėslas iš aukso padarytas,
Skrynia, jo Testamento prikrauta,
O krėslas – tas, nuo kurio išsirutulioja visa istorija,
kaip man sakė.
O čia jis pagamintas iš medžio ir vielos,
Manasis kūnas dega,
Ir Dievas niekuomet nėra toli…

Aš užlipu į palaimingąją kėdutę,
Mano galva skusta, mano galva viela aprišta.
Ir tartum drugys, bandydamas patekti
Į Šviesią Akį,
Velkuosi iš gyvenimo,
Kad kuriam laikui pasislėpčiau mirtyje.
Vis tik aš niekad nemelavau.

Mano ranka-žudikė, pavadinta B.L.O.G.A.
Aprišta jungiančia juosta, ant kurios - ….G.E.R.A.
(good – angl. (ne tik) geras, (bet ir) tinkamas)
Tai ilgos kankinystės grandinės,
Apjuosiančios visą tą kraują maištingą.

Štai laukianti kėdutė maloninga,
Turbūt galva mana jau dega
Ir tegu bus taip kaip aš trokštu
matuojama teisybės matu:
akis už akį, dantis už dantį
Visvien aš tiesą pasakiau
Ir nebijau numirti.

Štai deganti kėdutė maloninga,
Turbūt galva mana jau kaista.
Ir tegu bus kaip aš viliuosi
pasvėrus teisybę:
akis už akį, dantis už dantį
Aš jau nebeturiu ką prarasti
Ir nebijau numirti.

Štai kaistanti kėdutė maloninga,
Turbūt galva mana jau rūksta
Ir tegu bus kaip aš viliuosi
Kartu su netikėjimu:
akis už akį, dantis už dantį.
Vis tik nėra čia nei įrodymo,
Nei paaiškinimo dėl ko.

Štai rūkstanti kėdutė maloninga,
Turbūt galva mana jau tirpsta
Ir bus tai, ką aš padedu daryti -
susukama teisybė:
melas už melą, teisybė už teisybę.
Aš jau nebeturiu ką prarasti
Ir nebijau numirti.

Štai tirpstanti kėdutė maloninga,
Turbūt manasis kraujas verda
Tegu aš ir gadinu visą įdomumą
Teisybe ir padariniais, vis tiek:
akis už akį, tiesa už tiesą.
Vis vien aš tiesą pasakiau
Ir nebijau numirti.

Štai laukianti kėdutė maloninga,
Turbūt galva mana jau dega
Ir tegu bus taip kaip aš trokštu
matuojama teisybės matu:
gyvybė už gyvybę, teisybė už teisybę
Vis tik nebuvo nė įrodymo,
Tačiau aš nebijau ir pameluoti.

Štai laukianti kėdutė maloninga,
Turbūt galva mana jau dega
Ir tegu bus taip kaip aš trokštu
matuojama teisybės matu:
akis už akį, teisybė už teisybę
Vis tik aš tiesą pasakiau,
Tačiau, bijau, matyt pamelavau.


Nick Cave - THE MERCY SEAT

It began when they come took me from my home
And put me in Dead Row,
Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know
And I'll say it again
I..am..not..afraid..to..die

I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die

Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog
The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath gathering at my hind

I hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told

Like my good hand I
tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist
That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist

In Heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold
Down here it's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away

Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied

My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.
Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.
`Tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that rebel blood

Chorus:
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die

And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is glowing
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this weighing up of truth
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die

And the mercy seat is glowing
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this looks of disbelief
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof
Nor a motive why

And the mercy seat is smoking
And I think my head is melting
And in a way I'm helping
To be done with all this twisted of the truth
A lie for a lie
And a truth for a truth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die

And the mercy seat is melting
And I think my blood is boiling
And in a way I'm spoiling
All the fun with all this truth and consequence
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
A life for a life
And a truth for a truth
And anyway there was no proof
But I'm not afraid to tell a lie

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
But I'm afraid I told a lie.

____________________
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