「SATURDAY'S GONE」の歌詞 Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan

If inclined for dusty byways and such
It'd be alright to look her up
A faded priestess of the highways, a crutch
Call in when you're down on luck
By the disused railroad station you go to the
house of Dirty Pearl
Her existential situation you know
She is not like other girls

She may ask you "Do you believe?"
You can't stay though you'll never leave

See the sapphire in the skyline so blue
See the diamond in the dirt
And when you think the subject won't turn to
you
She got demons up her skirt
Isn't sure of her reflection at all
Is seduced by all things past
A pleasure seeker of dejection
Gaze into her looking glass
She may ask you "Would you believe that the
mirror doesn't see me?"

And with sundown comes a new day for her
Tattered dress and mayflower crown
You'd be a fool to ask her to lift you up
Why go up when we go down?
If you should tire of ties that bind you
Full moon fever leaves so fast
If you got trouble far behind you, Pearl knows
nothing's made to last
Hear her god, See her lion roar
Watch the serpent crossing the floor

Saturday's gone
Saturday's gone
Saturday's gone
Saturday's gone