[00:00.000] 作词 : Allison Russell
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Allison Russell
[00:24.780]She’s been a fixture as long as I’ve lived here
[00:30.309]On the corner most every night for the last six years
[00:36.581]When she’s not there
[00:40.086]she’s not there~
[00:45.800]I worry about her~
[00:51.572]I think of all of the women
[00:55.083]All of the women~
[01:01.614]Who disappear~
[01:05.819].
[01:09.381]We’ve made friendly acquaintance, sometimes we talk
[01:15.416]She likes the way that I smile, and sing as I walk
[01:21.432]I like her fabulous outfits, the proud way she moves
[01:27.465]She says“I used to be a dancer
[01:30.466]Some grace you don’t lose
[01:36.927]
[01:37.688]I made some choices, some were made for me
[01:42.900]For the way I survive – I make no apology
[01:49.412]Everybody and somebody don’t always meet up
[01:55.439]I’m the salvation for those left without
[02:01.665]For those left without, those living small lies
[02:07.939]What I provide can’t be measured in nickels and dimes”
[02:16.670]I ask what about the bad dates, don’t you ever get scared?
[02:22.443]“Well I’ve had my share honey, but it’s fear I can bear~
[02:31.426]Cause I’m stronger than eggshells
[02:34.948]I’m tougher than luck
[02:37.703]I’ve never been despised so much
[02:40.217]Or hit so hard, or hit so hard
[02:43.226]I couldn’t get back up~
[02:52.504].
[02:59.475]Who writes the poems for these spirits we mourn?
[03:01.728]Shadow women long remembered donned ephemeral form.
[03:04.997]The backbone of great nations, ancient kingdoms reborn.
[03:07.760]Made to sacrifice too often crown of splintery thorns.
[03:11.016]Lay on this heavy head. Skin tough like boulders of Gibraltar.
[03:14.780]Same ones that oppose her magic come and worship at the altar.
[03:17.042]The salt of the earth you walk over, gold lining your coffers.
[03:20.305]What you think? You can’t erase the ink outlining your culture-of your anthology,
[03:24.576]substance to your Iliad.
[03:26.326]The heartbeat pulse just like a percussion within the temples of my familiar.
[03:29.292]Mary Magdalene and Yemayah the path to your deliverance.
[03:33.059]Sacred gospel drowned and deafened by these charlatans and demagogues.
[03:35.821]We gonna ride for em, start a fire in the meantime.
[03:38.327]They keep discarding the light workers and the sight deprived keep leading the blind.
[03:41.084]Truth told for every daughter gone there’s a mother left with a bleeding vine.
[03:43.847]Cold-blooded try to bury our seeds but a bloom emerge every spring time. Let’s go.
[03:47.613]All of the women~
[04:07.436]Who disappear...

作词 : Allison Russell
作曲 : Allison Russell
She’s been a fixture as long as I’ve lived here
On the corner most every night for the last six years
When she’s not there
she’s not there~
I worry about her~
I think of all of the women
All of the women~
Who disappear~
.
We’ve made friendly acquaintance, sometimes we talk
She likes the way that I smile, and sing as I walk
I like her fabulous outfits, the proud way she moves
She says“I used to be a dancer
Some grace you don’t lose
I made some choices, some were made for me
For the way I survive – I make no apology
Everybody and somebody don’t always meet up
I’m the salvation for those left without
For those left without, those living small lies
What I provide can’t be measured in nickels and dimes”
I ask what about the bad dates, don’t you ever get scared?
“Well I’ve had my share honey, but it’s fear I can bear~
Cause I’m stronger than eggshells
I’m tougher than luck
I’ve never been despised so much
Or hit so hard, or hit so hard
I couldn’t get back up~
.
Who writes the poems for these spirits we mourn?
Shadow women long remembered donned ephemeral form.
The backbone of great nations, ancient kingdoms reborn.
Made to sacrifice too often crown of splintery thorns.
Lay on this heavy head. Skin tough like boulders of Gibraltar.
Same ones that oppose her magic come and worship at the altar.
The salt of the earth you walk over, gold lining your coffers.
What you think? You can’t erase the ink outlining your culture-of your anthology,
substance to your Iliad.
The heartbeat pulse just like a percussion within the temples of my familiar.
Mary Magdalene and Yemayah the path to your deliverance.
Sacred gospel drowned and deafened by these charlatans and demagogues.
We gonna ride for em, start a fire in the meantime.
They keep discarding the light workers and the sight deprived keep leading the blind.
Truth told for every daughter gone there’s a mother left with a bleeding vine.
Cold-blooded try to bury our seeds but a bloom emerge every spring time. Let’s go.
All of the women~
Who disappear...