You people can watch while I’m scrubbing these floors
And I’m scrubbin' the floors while you’re gawking
Maybe once ya tip me and it makes ya feel swell
In this crummy Southern town
In this crummy old hotel
But you’ll never guess to who you’re talkin'
No, you couldn’t ever guess to who you’re talkin'
Then one night there’s a scream in the night
And you’ll wonder who could that have been
And you see me kinda grinnin' while I’m scrubbin'
And you say, «What's she got to grin?»
I’ll tell you
There’s a ship
The Black Freighter
With a skull on its masthead
Will be coming in You gentlemen can say: «Hey gal, finish them floors!
Get upstairs! What’s wrong with you! Earn your keep here!»
You toss me your tips
And look out to the ships
But I’m counting your heads
As I’m making the beds
Cuz there’s nobody gonna sleep here
Tonight, nobodys gonna sleep here, honey
Nobody
Nobody!
Then one night there’s a scream in the night
And you say: «Who's that kicking up a row?»
And ya see me kinda starin' out the winda
And you say: «What's she got to stare at now?»
I’ll tell ya There’s a ship
The Black Freighter
Turns around in the harbor
Shootin' guns from her bow
Now, you gentlemen can wipe off that smile off your face
Cause every building in town is a flat one
This whole frickin' place will be down to the ground
Only this cheap hotel standing up safe and sound
And you yell: «Why do they spare that one?»
Yes, that’s what you say: «Why do they spare that one?»
All the night through, through the noise and to-do
You wonder who is that person that lives up there?
And you see me stepping out in the morning
Looking nice with a ribbon in my hair
And the ship
The Black Freighter
Runs a flag up its masthead
And a cheer rings the air
By noontime the dock
Is a-swarmin' with men
Comin' out from the ghostly freighter
They move in the shadows
Where no one can see
And they’re chainin' up people
And they’re bringin' em to me
Askin' me
«Kill them NOW, or LATER?»
Askin' ME!
«Kill them now, or later?»
Noon by the clock
And so still at the dock
You can hear a foghorn miles away
And in that quiet of death
I’ll say, «Right now
Right now!»
Then they pile up the bodies
And I’ll say
«That'll learn ya!»
And the ship
The Black Freighter
Disappears out to sea
And on it is me
The great voice of the sixties, NINA SIMONE. She used to play the piano while singing. Great here as Jenny, singing the Pirate Song of The Threepenny Opera, by Kurt Weil, Bertolt Brecht. Wonderful.
truly and profoundly harrowing to the core of our inescapable racist tendencies and atttudes. Be aware when Pirate Jenny steers her Black Freighter to your presumably safe harbor. There a fair chance your days of atonement have been missed.
I believe this song "Pirate Jenny" was the song Bob Dylan saw performed in the de Lys Theater which he disected and studied becoming the blue print for his early song writing themes. Chronicles Volume One.