突然思い出したフレーズ。
ヴォイスイフェクターを通したラジオからの音のような声。
あれはいったいどういう歌だったんだ？
と思って探してみた。
「そうかこういう歌だったんだ！」とはいかない。
私、はっきり言って理解できません。
こういうすごい詩の歌だったんだ。
知らなかった。
これはサウンド・オブ・サイレンスに匹敵するんじゃないだろうか。
よくわからないけど格好いい。
A tenement, a dirty street
Walked and worn by shoeless feet
Inside it's long and so complete
Watched by a shivering sun
Old eyes in a small child's face
Watching as the shadows race
Through walls and cracks and leave no trace
And daylight's brightness shuns
The days of Pearly Spencer
Ahh Ahh
The race is almost run
Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
Gazing as the swollen mass
On concrete fields where grows no grass
He stumbles blindly on
Iron trees smother the air
But withering they stand and stare
Through eyes that neither know nor care
Where the grass has gone
The days of Pearly Spencer
Ahh Ahh
The race is almost run
Pearly where's your milk white skin
What's that stubble on your chin
It's buried in the rot-gut gin
You played and lost not won
You played a house that can't be beat
Now look your head's bowed in defeat
You walked too far along the street
Where only rats can run
The days of Pearly Spencer
Ahh Ahh
The race is almost run
The days of Pearly Spencer
Ahh Ahh
The race is almost run
The race is almost run
