Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ute Lemper
Ute Lemper
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bertolt Brecht
Bertolt Brecht
Lyrics
Kurt Weill
Kurt Weill
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ute Lemper
Ute Lemper
Producer
David Chesky
David Chesky
Producer

Testi

You gentlemen can watch while I'm scrubbin' the floors
And I'm scrubbin' the floors while you're gawkin'
And maybe once you're tipped, man, it makes you feel swell
On the ratty waterfront in a ratty old hotel
And you never guess to who you're talkin'
You never guess to who you're talkin'
Suddenly one night, there's a scream in the night
And you wonder what could that have been
And you see me kinda grinnin' while I'm scrubbin'
And you wonder, "What's she got to grin?"
And the ship, a black freighter
With a skull on its masthead
Will be comin' in
You gentlemen can say, "Hey girl, finish the floors
Get upstairs, make the beds, earn your keep here"
You toss me your tips and look out at the ships
But I'm countin' your heads while I make up the beds
'Cause there's nobody gonna sleep here
Tonight, none of you will sleep here
Then that night, there's a bang in the night
And you yell, "Who's that kickin' up a row?"
And you see me kinda starin' out the window
And you say, "What's she got to stare at now?"
And the ship, the black freighter
Turns around in the harbor
Shootin' guns from the bow
Then you gentlemen can wipe off that laugh from your face
Every building in town is a flat one
Your whole stinkin' place will be down to the ground
Only this cheap hotel's standin' up safe and sound
And you yell, "Why do they spare that one?"
And you say, "Why do they spare that one?"
All the night through with the noise and to-do
You wonder who's the person lives up there
Then you see me steppin' out into the mornin'
Lookin' nice with a ribbon in my hair
And the ship, the black freighter
Runs a flag up its masthead
And the cheer rings the air
By noontime, the dock is all swarmin' with men
Comin' off of that ghostly freighter
They're movin' in the shadows where no one can see
And they're chainin' up people and bringin' them to me
Askin' me, "Kill her now or later?"
Askin' me, "Kill her now or later?"
Noon by the clock and so still on the dock
You can hear a foghorn miles away
In that quiet of death, I'll say, "Right now"
And they'll pile up the bodies and I'll say, "That'll learn ya"
Then the ship, the black freighter
Disappears out to sea
And on it is me
Written by: Bertolt Brecht, Kurt Weill, Marc Blitzstein
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