《If I Were Tickled By the Rub of Love》歌词

歌曲： If I Were Tickled By the Rub of Love

所属专辑：Reading His Complete Recorded Poetry

歌手： Dylan Thomas

时长： 03:17

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If I Were Tickled By the Rub of Love - Dylan Thomas[00:00:00]

If I were tickled by the rub of love[00:00:00]

A rooking girl who stole me for her side[00:00:04]

Broke through her straws breaking my bandaged string[00:00:07]

If the red tickle as the cattle calve[00:00:12]

Still set to scratch a laughter from my lung[00:00:15]

I would not fear the apple nor the flood[00:00:19]

Nor the bad blood of spring[00:00:23]

Shall it be male or female[00:00:27]

Say the cells[00:00:29]

And drop the plum like fire from the flesh[00:00:30]

If I were tickled by the hatching hair[00:00:35]

The winging bone that sprouted in the heels[00:00:37]

The itch of man upon the baby's thigh[00:00:41]

I would not fear the gallows nor the axe[00:00:44]

Nor the crossed sticks of war[00:00:48]

Shall it be male or female[00:00:52]

Say the fingers[00:00:54]

That chalk the walls with green girls and their men[00:00:56]

I would not fear the muscling-in of love[00:01:00]

If I were tickled by the urchin hungers[00:01:03]

Rehearsing heat upon a raw-edged nerve[00:01:06]

I would not fear the devil in the loin[00:01:10]

Nor the outspoken grave[00:01:13]

If I were tickled by the lovers' rub[00:01:17]

That wipes away not crow's-foot nor the lock[00:01:19]

Of sick old manhood on the fallen jaws[00:01:23]

Time and the crabs and the sweethearting crib[00:01:27]

Would leave me cold as butter for the flies[00:01:31]

The sea of scums could drown me as it broke[00:01:35]

Dead on the sweethearts' toes[00:01:40]

This world is half the devil's and my own[00:01:45]

Daft with the drug that's smoking in a girl[00:01:48]

And curling round the bud that forks her eye[00:01:51]

An old man's shank one-marrowed with my bone[00:01:55]

And all the herrings smelling in the sea[00:02:00]

I sit and watch the worm beneath my nail[00:02:04]

Wearing the quick away[00:02:09]

And that's the rub the only rub that tickles[00:02:13]

The knobbly ape that swings along his sex[00:02:17]

From damp love-darkness and the nurse's twist[00:02:20]

Can never raise the midnight of a chuckle[00:02:24]

Nor when he finds a beauty in the breast[00:02:28]

Of loever mother lovers or his six[00:02:31]

Feet in the rubbing dust[00:02:35]

And what's the rub[00:02:38]

Death's feather on the nerve[00:02:41]

Your mouth my love the thistle in the kiss[00:02:44]

My Jack of Christ born thorny on the tree[00:02:48]

The words of death are dryer than his stiff[00:02:55]

My wordy wounds are printed with your hair[00:02:59]

I would be tickled by the rub that is[00:03:04]

Man be my metaphor[00:03:10]