Drover - Bill Callahan (比尔·卡拉汉)

The real people went away

But I'll find a better word someday

Leaving only me and my dreams

My cattle

And a resonator

I drove all the beasts down

Right under your nose

The lumbering footloose power

The bull and the rose

Don't touch them

Don't try to hurt them

My cattle

I drove them by the crops

And thought the crops were lost

I consoled myself with rudimentary thoughts

And I set my watch against the city clock

It was way off

One thing about this wild

Wild country

It takes a strong

Strong it breaks a strong

Strong mind

One thing about this wild

Wild country

It takes a strong

Strong it breaks a strong

Strong mind

And anything less

Anything less makes me

Feel like I'm wasting my time

But the pain and frustration

Is not mine

It belongs to the cattle

Through the valley

And when my cattle turns on me

I was knocked back flat

I was knocked out cold

For one clack of the train track

And then I rose a colossal hand

Buried buried in sand

I rose like a drover

For I am in the end a drover

A drover by trade

And when my cattle turns on me

I am a drover double fold

My cattle bears it all away

For me and everyone

One thing about this wild

Wild country

It takes a strong

Strong it breaks a strong

Strong mind

And anything less

Anything less makes me

Feel like I'm wasting