曲目 グレゴリオ聖歌 聖母のミサ固有唱 Gregorian chant, Proprium missae de Beata Maria Virgine
ギヨーム・ド・マショー Guillaume de Machaut (ca.1300-1377) ノートル・ダム・ミサ La messe de nostre dame モテット 「幸いなおとめ」“Felix virgo” 「けがれない御母」”Inviolata genitrix” 「あなたに嘆息します」”Ad te suspiramus”
Well, she’s up against the register With an apron and a spatula With yesterday’s deliveries And the tickets for the bachelors She’s a moving violation From her conk down to her shoes But it’s just an invitation to the blues
And you feel just like Cagney Looks like Rita Hayworth At the counter of the Schwab’s Drugstore You wonder if she might be single She’s a loner, likes to mingle Got to be patient and pick up a clue
She says, how you gonna likem? Over medium or scrambled? Anyways the only way Be careful not to gamble On a guy with a suitcase And a ticket gettin out of here In a tired bus station And an old pair of shoes ‘Cause it ain’t nothin but an invitation to the blues
But you can’t take your eyes off her Get another cup of java It’s just the way she pours it for you Jokin’ with the customers Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy There ain’t nothin’ back in Jersey But a broken down jalopy Of a man I left behind And a dream that I was chasin’ And a battle with the booze And an open invitation to the blues
But she’s had a sugar daddy And a candy apple Caddy A bank account and everything Accustomed to the finer things He probably left her for a socialite And he didn’t love her ‘cept at night And then he’s drunk and never Even told her that he cared So they took the registration The car keys and her shoes And left her with an invitation to the blues
But there’s a Continental Trailways leaving Local bus tonight, good evening You can have my seat I’m stickin’ ‘round here for awhile Get me a room at the Squire The fillin’ station’s hirin’ And I can eat here every night What the hell have I got to lose Got a crazy sensation Go or stay, and I gotta choose And I’ll accept your invitation to the blues
1. Wasted and wounded, it ain’t what the moon did I got what I paid for now See ya tomorrow, hey Frank can I borrow A couple of bucks from you
To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you’ll go waltzing Matilda with me
2. I’m an innocent victim of a blinded alley And I’m tired of all these soldiers here No one speaks English, and everything’s broken And my Stacys are soaking wet
To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you’ll go waltzing Matilda with me
3. Now the dogs are barking And the taxicabs parking A lot they can do for me I begged you to stab me You tore my shirt open And I’m down on my knees tonight Old Bushmills I staggered You buried the dagger Your silhouette window light
To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you’ll go waltzing Matilda with me
4. Now I’ve lost my St. Christopher Now that I’ve kissed her And the one-armed bandit knows And the maverick Chinaman, and the cold-blooded signs And the girls down by the strip tease shows go
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you’ll go waltzing Matilda with me
5. No, I don’t want your sympathy The fugitives say that the streets aren’t for dreaming now Manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories They want a piece of the action anyhow
Go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you’ll go waltzing Matilda with me
6. And you can ask any sailor And the keys from the jailer And the old men in wheelchairs know That Matilda’s the defendant, she killed about a hundred And she follows wherever you may go
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you’ll go waltzing Matilda with me
7. And it’s a battered old suitcase To a hotel someplace And a wound that will never heal No prima donna, the perfume is on An old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
And goodnight to the street sweepers The night watchman flame keepers And goodnight Matilda, too
