Trailways Bus — текст песни (Paul Simon)

Lazarus

A passenger traveling quietly conceals himself

With a magazine and a sleepless pillow

Over the crest of the mountain the moon begins its climb

And he wakes to find hes in rolling farmland



The farmer sleeps against his wife

He wonders what their life must be

A trailways bus is heading south

Into washington, d.c.



A mother and child, the baby maybe two months old

Prepare themselves for sleep and feeding.

The shadow of the capitol dome slides across his face

And his heart is racing with the urge to freedom.



The father motionless as stone,

A shepherd resting with his flock,

The trailways bus is turning west-

Dallas via little rock.



Wahzinak

O my darling, darling sal

The desert moon is my witness.

Ive no money to come east,

But I know youll soon be here



Lazarus

We pull into downtown dallas by the side of the grassy knoll

Where the leader fell and a town was broken.

Away from the feel and flow of life for so many years

He hears music playing and spanish spoken



The border patrol outside of tucson boarded the bus



Border patrolman

Any aliens here? you better check with us,

How about you son?

You look like you got spanish blood.

Do you habla ingles, am I understood?



Sal

Yes, I am an alien, from mars.

I come to earth from outer space.

And if I traveled my whole life

You guys would still be on my case

You guys would still be on my case



Lazarus

But he cant leave his fears behind,

He recalls each fatal thrust

The screams carried by the wind,

Phantom figures in the dust

Phantom figures in the dust

Phantom figures in the dust.





Lead vocal, acoustic guitar-paul simon

Vocal-sara ramirez

Guitar-vincent nguini

Guitar, acoustic guitar solo-arlen roth

Pedal steel-robby turner

Bass-bakithi kumalo

Trumpet-bill holloman

Accordion-mike ramos

Fender rhodes-oriente lopez

Shaker-crusher bennett

Drums-shannon ford