Anger — текст песни (Marianne Faithfull)

Family



Were at a stand-still! what shes been sending,

Its not any money a man can build a house with.

Shes as giddy as a cyclone!

All the profits go for her pleasure!

And were at a stand-still, for what shes been sending

Is not any money a man can build a house with.

Wont she settle down to business ?

Wont she ever learn to save something ?

For what the feather-brain is sending is not any kind of money

A man can build a little house with.



Anna i



Were making progress.

We have come to los angeles

And every door is open here to welcome extras.

We only need a bit of practice

Avoiding possible faux pas

And what can stop us going straight to the top then ?



Family



O lord, look down upon our daughter,

Show her the way that leads the good to thy reward.



Anna i



If you take offense at injustice,

Mister big will show hes offended;

If a curse or a blow can enrage you so

Your usefulness here is ended.

Then mind what the good book tells us

When it says: "resist not evil."

Unforgiving anger is from the devil.



It took time to teach my sister that wrath would not do

In los angeles, the third big town we came to.

Where her open disapproval of injustice

Was so widely disapproved.

I forever told her: "practice self-control, anna,

For you know how much it costs you if you dont."

And she understood and answered:



Anna ii



Yes, I know, anna.