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| <colcolor=#fff><colbgcolor=#000> 싱글 발매일 | 1975년 11월 | |
| 싱글 B면 | Hurricane (Part II) | |
| 앨범 발매일 | 1976년 1월 5일 | |
| 수록 앨범 | ||
| 스튜디오 | 컬럼비아 스튜디오 A | |
| 장르 | 포크 록 | |
| 작사/작곡 | 밥 딜런, 자크 레비 | |
| 프로듀서 | 돈 드비토 | |
| 러닝 타임 | 3:45 (파트 I) 4:57 (파트 II) 8:33 (앨범 버전) | |
| 레이블 | ||
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1. 개요
미국의 싱어송라이터 밥 딜런의 노래.2. 상세
1966년 살인 누명을 쓰고 복역한 비운의 흑인 복서 '루빈 "허리케인" 카터'를 다룬 노래. 루빈 카터는 교도소에서 자신의 결백을 주장하는 자서전을 집필했고 1975년 파리에서 휴가를 보내던 밥 딜런이 이 책을 읽고 카터에게 관심을 가지며 곡이 만들어지기 시작했다. 8분에 이르는 길이인지라 파트 1과 파트 2로 나뉘어 싱글 발매되었으며, 밥 딜런의 5번째 스튜디오 앨범 Desire에서는 오프닝 트랙으로 풀 버전이 수록되어 있다. 복싱광이던 딜런은 이 노래의 가사를 위해 직접 루빈 카터를 면회하고 사건의 수사 기록을 조사하는 등 심혈을 기울였다. 카터는 1985년 무죄 판결을 받고 석방되었다. 밥 딜런의 노래 중에서는 드물게도 'Son of a Bitch'나 'Nigga' 등의 욕설이 사용된 곡이다. 물론 카터에게 누명을 씌운 공권력을 비판적으로 묘사하기 위해 사용되었기에 큰 논란은 없었다.3. 가사
Hurricane Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall She sees a 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 blame For somethin' that he never done Put in a prison cell, but one time he coulda been The champion of the world Three bodies lyin' there, does Patty see And 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 cops And they arrive on the scene With their red lights flashin' in a hot New Jersey night Meanwhile, far away in another part of town Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around Number one contender for the middleweight crown Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road Just 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 want to 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' around He said "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights 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 one's not dead" So they took him to the infirmary And though this man could hardly see They told him he could identify the guilty men Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in They took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye Say "Why'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy" Here's the story of the Hurricane The man the authorities came to blame For somethin' that he never done Put in a prison cell, but one time he coulda been The champion of the world Four months later, the ghettos are in flame Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game And 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 mighta 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" The cops said "A poor boy like you, could use this break We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello You don't want to 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 stir We want to pin this triple murder on him He ain't no Gentleman Jim" Rubin could take a man out with just one punch But 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 it's over I'd just as soon go on my way" Up to some paradise Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice And ride a horse along a trail But then they took him to the jailhouse Where they try to turn a man into a mouse All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums To the white folks who watched, he was a revolutionary bum And for 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 deed And 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 lied And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride How can the life of such a man Be in the palm of some fool's hand? To see him obviously framed Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land Where justice is a game Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell An innocent man in a living hell Yes, that's the story of the Hurricane But it won't be over 'til they clear his name And give him back the time he's done Put in a prison cell, but one time he coulda been The champion of the world |