Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands

Joan Baez

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With your mercury mouth in the missionary times And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes And your silver cross and your voice like chimes Oh who among them do they think could bury you? With your pockets well protected at last And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass And your flesh like silk and your face like glass Who among them do they think could carry you? Sad eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad eyed prophet says that no man comes My warehouse eyes my Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate Or sad eyed lady should I wait?               With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace And your basement clothes and your hollow face Who among them can think he could outguess you? With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims         And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns Who among them would try to impress you? Sad eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad eyed prophet says that no man comes My warehouse eyes my Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate Or sad eyed lady should I wait?              The kings of Tyrus with their convict list Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss        And you wouldn't know it would happen like this But who among them really wants just to kiss you? With your childhood flames on your midnight rug And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs   And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs  Who among them do you think could resist you? Sad eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad eyed prophet says that no man comes My warehouse eyes my Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate Or sad eyed lady should I wait?               Oh the farmers and the businessmen they all did decide To show you the dead angels that they used to hide. But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side? Oh how could they ever mistake you?    They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms How could they ever ever persuade you? Sad eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad eyed prophet says that no man comes My warehouse eyes my Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate Or sad eyed lady should I wait?               With your sheet metal memory of Cannery Row And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go And your gentleness now which you just can't help but show Who among them do you think would employ you? Now you stand with your thief you're on his parole With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul Oh who among them do you think could destroy you? ...

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La chanson évoque une femme mystérieuse et mélancolique, presque semblable à une figure prophétique, entourée de symboles de fragilité et de beauté. Elle se trouve au cœur d'un monde où les hommes tentent d'interagir avec elle, mais semblent incapables de comprendre sa véritable essence. Les paroles mettent en lumière sa solitude, ses souvenirs et son passé tumultueux, tout en posant des questions sur l'authenticité des intentions des autres envers elle. Le contexte de cette chanson pourrait être interprété comme une réflexion sur la complexité des relations humaines, ainsi que sur le contraste entre la tendresse et le jugement que cette femme suscite. C'est une exploration de la vulnérabilité d'une âme que le monde peine à apprécier à sa juste valeur.