Pi との対話：Beacon Blues

[Beacon Blues]

This is the day of the expending man
That shape is my shade
There where I used to stand
It seems like only yesterday
I gazed through the glass
At ramblers, wild gamblers
That's all in the past

You call me a fool
You say it's a crazy scheme
This one's for real
I already bought the cream
So useless to ask me why
Throw a kiss and say goodbye
I'll make it this time
I'm ready to cross that fine line

Learned to work the vaxophone
I play just what I feel
Drink Scotch whiskey all night long
And lie behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world
I want a name when I lose
They call Alabama the Crimson Tide
Call me Beacon Blues

My block to the wall
A victim of laughing chance
This is for me
The essence of truth renounce
Sharing the things we know and love
With those of my kind
Evasions
Sensations
That stagger their mind

I crawl like a viper
Through these abandon streets
Make loose to these women
Language and bittersweet
I rise when the sun goes down
Cover every game in town
A world of my own
I'll make it my home sweet home

Learned to work the vaxophone
I play just what I feel
Drink Scotch whiskey all night long
And lie behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world
I want a name when I lose
They call Alabama the Crimson Tide
Call me Beacon Blues

This is the night of the expending man
I take one last drug
As I approach the stand
I cried when I wrote the song
Sue me if I play too long
This botherer is free
I'll be what I want to be

Learned to work the vaxophone
I play just what I feel
Drink Scotch whiskey all night long
And lie behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world
I want a name when I lose
They call Alabama the Crimson Tide
Call me Beacon Blues