《Santo Domingo(Live)》歌词

[00:00:00] Santo Domingo (圣多明各) (Live) - Phil Ochs (菲尔·奥克斯)

[00:01:04] And the crabs are crazy they scuttle back and forth

[00:01:09] The sand is burning

[00:01:13] And the fish take flight and scatter from the sight

[00:01:16] Their courses turning

[00:01:20] As the seagulls rest on the cold cannon nest

[00:01:24] The sea is churning

[00:01:27] The marines have landed on the shores

[00:01:30] Of Santo Domingo

[00:01:36] The fishermen sweat they're pausing at their nets

[00:01:40] The day's a burning

[00:01:43] As the warships sway and thunder in the bay

[00:01:47] Loud the morning

[00:01:50] But the boy on the shore is throwing pebbles no more

[00:01:54] He runs a warning

[00:01:57] That the the marines have landed on the shores

[00:02:00] Of Santo Domingo

[00:02:07] The streets are still there's silence in the hills

[00:02:10] The town is sleeping

[00:02:14] And the farmers yawn in the gray silver dawn

[00:02:17] The fields they're keeping

[00:02:20] As the first troops land and step into the sand

[00:02:24] The flags are weaving

[00:02:27] The marines have landed on the shores

[00:02:31] Of Santo Domingo

[00:02:37] The unsmiling sun is shining down upon

[00:02:40] The singing soldiers

[00:02:44] In the cloud dust whirl they whistle at the girls

[00:02:47] They're getting bolder

[00:02:52] The old women sigh think of memories gone by

[00:02:56] They shrug their shoulders

[00:02:59] The marines have landed on the shores

[00:03:02] Of Santo Domingo

[00:03:07] Ready for the tricks their bayonets are fixed

[00:03:11] Now they are rolling

[00:03:14] And the tanks make tracks past the trembling shacks

[00:03:18] Where fear is unfolding

[00:03:22] All the young wives afraid turn their backs on the parade

[00:03:26] With babies they're holding

[00:03:29] The marines have landed on the shores

[00:03:32] Of Santo Domingo

[00:03:40] A bullet cracks the sound the army hit the ground

[00:03:43] The sniper is calling

[00:03:46] So they open their guns a thousand to one

[00:03:50] No sense in stalling

[00:03:55] He clutches at his head and totters on the edge

[00:03:58] Look how he's falling

[00:04:02] The marines have landed on the shores

[00:04:04] Of Santo Domingo

[00:04:11] In the red plaza square the crowds come to stare

[00:04:15] The heat is leaning

[00:04:18] And the eyes of the dead are turning every head

[00:04:21] To the widows screaming

[00:04:26] But the soldiers make a bid giving candy to the kids

[00:04:29] Their teeth are gleaming

[00:04:33] The marines have landed on the shores

[00:04:36] Of Santo Domingo

[00:04:41] Up and down the coed the generals drink a toast

[00:04:45] The wheel is spinning

[00:04:48] And the cowards and the whores are peeking

[00:04:51] Through the doors to see who's winning

[00:04:56] But the traitors will pretend that it's getting near the end

[00:05:00] When it's beginning

[00:05:03] The marines have landed on the shores

[00:05:06] Of Santo Domingo

[00:05:14] And the crabs are crazy they scuttle back and forth

[00:05:19] The sand is burning

[00:05:23] And the fish take flight and scatter from the sight

[00:05:27] Their courses turning

[00:05:31] As the seagulls rest on the cold cannon nest

[00:05:35] The sea is churning

[00:05:38] The marines have landed on the shores

[00:05:41] Of Santo Domingo