Shel Silverstein - Boy named Sue
Három voltam, mikor lelépett apám.
Nem hagyott hátra anyámra, se rám
semmit, egy gitárt és egy üres flaskát csak.
Lenyelném, hogy elhúzott lazán
Viszont azzal húzott fel igazán,
hogy előtte elkeresztelt Zsuzsinak.
Nem hagyhatta ki ezt a heccet,
A népeknek is nagyon tetszett.
Úgy tűnt cimborája lettem a kínnak.
Gúnyolnak, felkapom a vízet,
aki felhúz csúnyán megfizet.
Nem könnyű egy fiúnak, akit Zsuzsinak hívnak.
Kurta gyermekkor volt az enyém,
Az eszem penge, az öklöm meg kemény.
Minden nap, másik hely, egy újabb fejezet.
Űz a szégyen és hajt az ocsmány
bosszú végig az összes kocsmán
A rohadék után, aki elnevezett.
Gatlingburg-ben egy száraz nyáron
Egy lepattant krimóban várom
A sörömet -a vesém, mint a vatta-
Mikor meglátom a vén árnyékomat,
ahogy el akar adni egy ványadt lovat.
A szemét volt az, aki a nevemt adta.
Persze régen láttam utoljára,
De ráismertem a fotójára;
Képén a heg és a szemén a gonosz fagy.
Olyan isten verte öreg volt,
Nagydarab, szürke és leharcolt.
Heló -mondtam- az én nevem Zsuzsi, hogy vagy?
Most meghalsz!
Leterítettem egy ütéssel,
Pont a szemeközé, de késsel
ugrott fel, így faragta a fülemet le.
Aztán eltört egy szék de nem alatta,
A következőt már a fal adta;
kiestünk az utolsó mocskos menetre.
Volt már fickó, aki megizzasztott,
De olyan birkózást, mint azt ott
Szavamra mondom nem pipálok naponta.
Láttam félőrülten és félholtan,
Fegyverért nyúlt, én gyorsabb voltam.
A pisztolycsőbe mosolygott és azt mondta:
"Az isten állatkertje népes
Fiam és csak a szívós képes
Bírni ezzel a világtalan cirkusszal.
Nem játszottam a mintaapát;
meghalni vagy állni a strapát
adtam a neved, s ez segített, hogy bírd szusszal."
Hát ennyit erről, és most a lényeg,
a régen várt nagy esélyed.
S ha kilukasztasz én nem neheztelek,
de előbb köszönd még meg amiért,
mind atyai pofon volt, ami ért.
Mert a szar vagyok, aki elneveztelek!
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
--már csak az utolsó versszak hiányzik--
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az Originál Johnny Cash! szám
-ebből készít Felvidéki Miklós barátom fakin jó képregényt, melyből kiderül, hogy az 'istenverte' még mindig a legkúlabb szó ami elhagyhatja egy férfi száját.
ez pedig az eredeti szöveg:
My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."
He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
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az Originál Johnny Cash! szám
-ebből készít Felvidéki Miklós barátom fakin jó képregényt, melyből kiderül, hogy az 'istenverte' még mindig a legkúlabb szó ami elhagyhatja egy férfi száját.
ez pedig az eredeti szöveg:
My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."
He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
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