Текст песни: James Dean + перевод

It stabbed me in the chest like the pimp prudent’s knife

Into poor wandering Becket under a mother of Pearl sky

At the back of the wall, I bawled, cursing all in reel and rhyme

While feeling out of sorts like a road sweeper dressed up to the nines

As the multi-colored kite over shoulders taking flight

And the local matador gives two fingers to the girl next door

I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today

Looking for the quiet life, working for Irish rail

And in me father’s clothes with a bloody nose I sang «Isn't it so sweet?»

There by the slot machine, there’s James Dean out cold beneath my feet

And the disciples from the street

They all burst in through open doors

And the creaking of the chairs and the running down the stairs

Pure ecstasy

The circus master smiles pointing his finger at the mime

I hear the distant call of a boy named Paul who was taken before his time

And all the precious stones or the mongrel’s bone won’t entice me,

you silly child

You just run on home for your tea’s gone cold

And your mother cursed you blind

And the backdoor man feels wrong for switching off when signing on

And the double-jointed thief wins an award for pure indecency

I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today

Looking for the quiet life, working for Irish rail

And in me father’s clothes with a bloody nose I sang «Isn't it so sweet?»

There by the slot machine, there’s James Dean out cold beneath my feet

Then the disciples from the street

They all burst in through open doors

And the creaking of the chairs and the running down the stairs

Pure ecstasy

I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today

He’s working for Irish rail

Перевод песни James Dean