Текст песни: #3 Roxburgh Street + перевод

You must believe me, brothers, for I have no need to lie

I jumped off the edge of this old world to see if I could fly

I fell down into the darkness like a stone dropped in the sea

And I landed upside down outside a door marked with a three

And I swear I heard the banshees reelin' just inside the door

And the staircase it was full of ghosts who lived there long before

And as I turned the key my life had changed for sure

There were drunks and punks and poets, there were gumboots and guitars

And the legendary stardust cowboy tracked me by radar

In the corner was a jester with his eyes all glowing red

When I asked him where I was well he just laughed at me and said

You’re in the land of bedlam boy, in the state of anarchy

If the swallows do not get you then you’ll have to deal with me

Then he licked my cheek and offered up some tea

And I fell on my knees!

And now I’m baking in this hot Alberta sun

Western wind is waving in the wheat

So much of me lives on

There at number three Roxburgh Street

You must believe me, brothers, for I have no need to lie

The drunks all went to college now the poets never try

The banshees have been silenced and the swallows left the nest

And then the jester’s selling real estate and the punks all drive a desk

And I swear if you were there right now and standing in that door

You would hear the ghosts of banshees wheeling just like long before

And the melody would haunt you evermore

Down to your core!

And now I’m baking in this hot Alberta sun

Western wind is waving in the wheat

So much of me lives on

There at number three Roxburgh Street

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