Bob Dylan "Hurricane" paroles

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Hurricane

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom nightEnter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,Cries out, "My god, they killed them all!"Here comes the story of the Hurricane,The man the authorities came to blameFor somethin' that he never done.Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a beenThe champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty seeAnd another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously."I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.""I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops"One of us had better call up the cops."And so Patty calls the copsAnd they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of townRubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.Number one contender for the middleweight crownHad no idea what kinda shit was about to go downWhen a cop pulled him over to the side of the roadJust like the time before and the time before that.In Paterson that's just the way things go.If you're black you might as well not show up on the street'less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' aroundHe said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweightsThey jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this ones not dead!"So they took him to the infirmaryAnd though this man could hardly seeThey told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eyeSays, "What'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,The man the authorities came to blameFor somethin' that he never done.Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a beenThe champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,Rubins in South America, fightin' for his nameWhile Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery gameAnd the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame."Remember that murder that happened in a bar?Remember you said you saw the getaway car?You think you'd like to play ball with the law?Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?Don't forget that you are white."

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a breakWe got you for the motel job and were talkin' to your friend BelloNow you don't wan'ta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.You'll be doin' society a favor.That son-of-a-bitch is brave and gettin' braver.We want to put his ass in stirWe want to pin this triple-murder on himHe ain't no Gentleman Jim.

Rubin could take a man out with just one punchBut he never did like to talk about it all that much."It's my work," he'd say, "and I do it for pay.And when its over I'd just as soon go on my wayUp to some paradiseWhere the trout streams flow and the air is niceAnd ride a horse along a trail."But then they took him to the jailhouseWhere they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advanceThe trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slumsTo the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bumAnd to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.And though they could not produce the gun,The D.A. said he was the one who did the deedAnd the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.The crime was murder one, guess who testified?Bello and Bradley and they both baldly liedAnd the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.How can the life of such a manBe in the palm of some fool's hand?To see him obviously framedCouldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a landWhere justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their tiesAre free to drink martinis and watch the sun riseWhile Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cellAn innocent man in a living hell.That's the story of the Hurricane,But it won't be over 'till they clear his nameAnd give him back the time he's done.Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a beenThe champion of the world.

Urganan

Pištoljki pucnjevi ozvanjaju u noćnom baruSilazii Peti Valentine iz gornje saleVidi bramera u lokvi krviVrišti "Oh bože, pobijeni su svi!!!"Ovde počinje priča o UraganuO čoveku koga su vlasti osudiliZbog nečega što on nikad nije uradioBacili su ga u zatvorskoj čeliji, a mogao je da budeŠampion sveta!

Tri tela leže kad ih je Peti ugledalaI drugi čovek po imenu Belo, se pokreće misteriozno"Nisam ih ja ovo uradio," - reče, i podiže ruke u vis"Ja sam samo opljačkao kasu, nadam se da me razumete,Video sam ih kao beže "- reče i zaustavi se"Neko bi trebao da pozove policiju"I Peti pozva policijuI oni dolaze na licu mesta dok njihovo crveno svetlo treperiU vrućoj noći u Nju Džersiju.

U međuvremenu, na skoz drugom delu gradaRubin Carter i par drugara se voze okolo,Broj jedan u srednjoj teškoj kategorijiPojma nema kakva se sranja dešavaju u graduKad ih policajac zaustavi pored putaBaš kao što su ga i pre i pre zaustavljaliNa isti način kao što su ga zaustavili i u PetersonuAko si crnac, bolje da se ne pojavljuješ na uliciDa ne bi imao neku nevolju

Alferd Belo je imao partnera koji je imao reputaciju u policijiOn i Artur Dekster su se samo šunjali okoloReče "Videh dva čoveka ka beže, izgledaju kao bokseri srednje kategorije"Uskočili su u automobil bele boje sa tablicama druge US državeI gospođica Peti je samo klimnula glavomPolicajac reče, čekaj malo " Jedan je još uvek živ"Pa su ga odveli u bolniciMada čovek jedva vidiPitali su ga da indetifikuje počinioca

U četri ujutru uveli su RubinaDoveden je bolnici i popili ga uz stepeniceŽrtva ga pogleda sa okom koji umireReče "Zašto ste ga doveli? Nije on taj"Da, ovo je priča o UraganuO čoveku koga su vlasti osudiliZbog nečega što on nikad nije uradioBacili su ga u zatvorskoj čeliji, a mogao je da budeŠampion sveta!

Četiri meseca kasnije, pregrađe je u plamenuRubin je u Južnoj Americi, bori se za svoje imeDok je Artur Dexter Bradlej još uvek u pljačkiA policajci ulivaju strah u njemu i uporno se trude da nekog optuže"Da li se sećaš ubista u baru?""Da li se sećaš da si rekao da si video napolju auto?""Misliš li da treba da se poigramo sa zakonom""Razmisli koji bi to bokser mogao biti? Koji je bežao te noći""I dok razmišljaš, seti se da si belac"

Aurtur Dekster Bredlej reče: "Nisam siguran",Policajac reče: "Za prosjaka kao što si ti, nebi trebao da propustiš ovu šansu, jer smo te uhvatili na licu mesta, pričali smo i sa tvojim prijateljem BelomAko ne želiš da se vratiš u zatvor, budi dobar sa nama!Činiš društvu dobro deloOvaj kučkin sin je hrabriji i hrabrijiŽelimo da njegovo dupe trune u zatvoruŽelimo da ga optužimo za trostruko ubistvoI na kraju, on ne zaslužuje slavu kao što je imao Džimi

Rubin je mogao da ubije čoveka u jednom udarcuAli on nikada to nebi uradio, i ako su pričali da ja zaoOvo je moj posao, reče, i ja za ovo primam platuI kad se meč završi, ja samo odem mojim putemNa neko mirno mesto, da nadjem mirGde potok žubori, i gde je vazduh čistI gde mogu da jašem svoga konjaAli su ga bacili u zatvorGde pokušavaju da ga liše dostojanstva

Sve Rubinove karte su bačene unapredSuđenje je cirkus, nije imao šansuSudija je naredio da svedoci protiv Rubina budu pijanice iz krajaBelci koji su smatrali da je on bio majmun a ne bokserA crnci da je ludi crnjaNiko nije sumnjao da je on povukao okidačI ako nisu pronašli oružjeTužilaštvo je proglasio presudu da je on uradioI svi belci u sudnici su se složili

Rubin Karter se uzaludno borioPrvostepeno ubistvo, A GDE su svedoci?Belo i Bredli i ona dvojica Badlija su lagaliPa i novine su pisale, preko cele straneKako da sudbinu jednog čovekaMože da bude u šaci običnih budala?Vidim da je očigledna nameštaljkaU kojoj nema pomoći tera me da se stidim u ovoj državaGde je pravda samo igra

Sada su kriminalci u svojim odelima i puni su vezaNa slobodi piju martini i gledaju sunce kako sijaDok Rubin sedi kao Buda u tri sa triNevin čovek živi u pakluOvo je priča o UraganuO čoveku koga su vlasti osudiliZbog nečega što on nikad nije uradioBacili su ga u zatvorskoj čeliji, a mogao je da budeŠampion sveta!

Ici on peut trouver les paroles de la chanson Hurricane de Bob Dylan. Ou les paroles du poème Hurricane. Bob Dylan Hurricane texte.