Rosemary - Scott Walker . Voices from a photograph Laughed from your wall Screamed through your dreams Wake up rosemary and wipe your teary eyes . Rise and cross the cold bare floor And watch the moon through frosted glass Damn that photograph I'll have to take it down . She hears the boats as they move down the river She sees a dog straining hard on his leash to get away She hears the clock and it strikes like a hammer Pounding the nails one day further in the coffin of her Youth . Evenings with your mother's friends Pregnant eyes, sagging chins Swollen fingertips Pour antique cups of tea . Who are you and where you been? Suspended in a weightless wind Watching trains go by From platforms in the rain . Look at the photograph Dream back last summer Dream back the lips Of that traveling salesman, mr. jim . He编辑于2011/09/14更新