Mariano-Robert Earl Keen
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[ti:Mariano]
[ar:Robert Earl Keen]
[al:A Retrospective （经典回顾）]
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[00:00.00]Mariano - Robert Earl Keen
[00:24.35]The man outside who works for me his name is Mariano
[00:28.44]
[00:29.53]He cuts and trims the grass for me he makes the flowers bloom
[00:34.03]
[00:35.13]He says that he comes from a place not far from Guantanamo
[00:39.40]
[00:40.32]It's two days on a bus from here a lifetime from this room
[00:44.78]
[00:47.13]I fix his meals and talk to him in my own broken Spanish
[00:51.66]
[00:52.32]He points at things and tells me names of things I can't recall
[00:56.99]
[00:57.78]But sometimes I just can't but help but wonder who this man is
[01:02.54]
[01:03.26]And yet when he's gone will he remember me at all
[01:07.58]
[01:09.98]I watch him close he works just like a piston in an engine
[01:14.22]
[01:15.24]He only stops to take a drink and smoke a cigarette
[01:19.31]
[01:20.61]And when the day is ended I look out side my window
[01:25.16]
[01:26.10]There on the horizon Mariano's silhouette
[01:30.27]
[01:42.15]He sits upon a stone in a south easterly direction
[01:46.66]
[01:47.41]I know my charts I know that he is thinking of his home
[01:52.08]
[01:52.91]I've never been the sort to say I'm into intuition
[01:56.80]
[01:58.03]But I swear I've seen the faces of the one's he calls his own
[02:02.77]
[02:04.80]Their skin is brown as potter's clay their eyes void of expression
[02:09.18]
[02:10.16]Their hair is black as widow's dreams their dreams are all but gone
[02:14.78]
[02:15.54]Their ancient exhibitions of a sacrificial virgin
[02:19.89]
[02:21.18]And in the sun he's crying from a baby being born
[02:25.51]
[02:27.51]They wrap around a dying flame and pray for his protection
[02:31.80]
[02:32.77]Their prayers are often answered by his letters in the mail
[02:37.43]
[02:38.16]He sends them colored figures he cuts from strips of paper
[02:42.62]
[02:43.52]And all his weekly wages saving nothing for himself
[02:47.80]
[03:02.19]It's been a while since I've seen the face of Mariano
[03:06.34]
[03:07.43]The border guards they came one day and took him far away
[03:11.70]
[03:12.74]I hope that he is safe down there at home in Guantanamo
[03:17.05]
[03:17.88]I worry though I hear there's revolution everyday
[ar:Robert Earl Keen]
[al:A Retrospective （经典回顾）]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]Mariano - Robert Earl Keen
[00:24.35]The man outside who works for me his name is Mariano
[00:28.44]
[00:29.53]He cuts and trims the grass for me he makes the flowers bloom
[00:34.03]
[00:35.13]He says that he comes from a place not far from Guantanamo
[00:39.40]
[00:40.32]It's two days on a bus from here a lifetime from this room
[00:44.78]
[00:47.13]I fix his meals and talk to him in my own broken Spanish
[00:51.66]
[00:52.32]He points at things and tells me names of things I can't recall
[00:56.99]
[00:57.78]But sometimes I just can't but help but wonder who this man is
[01:02.54]
[01:03.26]And yet when he's gone will he remember me at all
[01:07.58]
[01:09.98]I watch him close he works just like a piston in an engine
[01:14.22]
[01:15.24]He only stops to take a drink and smoke a cigarette
[01:19.31]
[01:20.61]And when the day is ended I look out side my window
[01:25.16]
[01:26.10]There on the horizon Mariano's silhouette
[01:30.27]
[01:42.15]He sits upon a stone in a south easterly direction
[01:46.66]
[01:47.41]I know my charts I know that he is thinking of his home
[01:52.08]
[01:52.91]I've never been the sort to say I'm into intuition
[01:56.80]
[01:58.03]But I swear I've seen the faces of the one's he calls his own
[02:02.77]
[02:04.80]Their skin is brown as potter's clay their eyes void of expression
[02:09.18]
[02:10.16]Their hair is black as widow's dreams their dreams are all but gone
[02:14.78]
[02:15.54]Their ancient exhibitions of a sacrificial virgin
[02:19.89]
[02:21.18]And in the sun he's crying from a baby being born
[02:25.51]
[02:27.51]They wrap around a dying flame and pray for his protection
[02:31.80]
[02:32.77]Their prayers are often answered by his letters in the mail
[02:37.43]
[02:38.16]He sends them colored figures he cuts from strips of paper
[02:42.62]
[02:43.52]And all his weekly wages saving nothing for himself
[02:47.80]
[03:02.19]It's been a while since I've seen the face of Mariano
[03:06.34]
[03:07.43]The border guards they came one day and took him far away
[03:11.70]
[03:12.74]I hope that he is safe down there at home in Guantanamo
[03:17.05]
[03:17.88]I worry though I hear there's revolution everyday
