bandit queen

• harika bir decemberists şarkısı:
  
  as the sun is sinking low
  and the evening's tucked in tow
  on the horizon, my true love i see.
  she ain't fancy, she ain't fine
  while her fingers number only nine
  she's the belle of the ball of the insurgency.
  
  she's my bandit queen, laying beneath the moon
  in a bandit cave, a blanket laid for two
  if i could find a way to your hideaway by the sea
  o bandit queen, steal away to me.
  
  somewhere in a mountain, by a starry water fountain
  in an alcove hid by some trees
  amidst a pile of treasure, reclining at her leisure,
  my ladylove sniffs as the breeze.
  
  and sitting up, she adjusts her turban
  and takes another swig from a bottle of bourbon
  and listening to the whistling of a train at station
  odds are it will never reach its destination.
  
  'cause the bandit queen, astride her steed will ride
  o let me be the one to lay within your theivin' arms tonight.
  
  she's my bandit queen, laying beneath the moon
  in a bandit cave, there's a blanket laid for two
  if i could find a way to your hideaway by the sea
  o bandit queen, steal away to me.