歌词千寻 The Bridge - Scott Walker.I"ve watched her from the river banksI knew her when she danced with dreamsWhite doves were there to dress her hairAnd so was Madelaine.At night the people"s faces dancedLike pearls colliding on the breastOf fat Marie whose thunder laughWas just a thread from crying.Her sailors stained her cobblestonesWith wine and piss and death desireAnd sometimes blood for MadelaineWhose laughter was the night.Her girls would lift their dresses highand breathe the stars and kiss the skyShe"d smother them with whispers thenEmbrace them with her sighs.Before the bottle dulled my eyesAnd made me so I couldn"t standI"d overact and play the clownWhen Madelaine would cry.And now I watch from riverbanksI watch it weave it"s memoriesWhite doves turned gray and flew awayAnd so did M
