"Помним.Любим.Скорбим."-
просто добавь воды
в прах любимых,
и они превратятся в прикольных
жевательных человечков!

(с) Маша Чёрная.

Mason Jennings - The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

Текст песни:

William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'

And the cops were brought in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder

Oh, but you who philosophize
Disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your tears

William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm, six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland

Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking

Oh, but you who philosophize
Disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your tears

Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table

And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane

That sailed through the air and came down through the room
Doomed and determined to destroy all these gentle
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger

Oh, but you who philosophize
Disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your tears

In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled

Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'

And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence

Oh, but you who philosophize
Disgrace and criticize all fears
Bury the rag deep in your face
Now's the time for your tears

Если я спрошу тебя о любви, ты процитируешь мне сонет, но никогда ты не смотрел на человека и не был полностью уязвим.

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(с) Катя Рейкьявик

PJ Harvey- Ballad of the soldier's wife (1994)

Текст песни:
What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the ancient city of Prague ?
From Prague came a pair of high heeled shoes,
With a kiss or two came the high heeled shoes
From the ancient city of Prague.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From Oslo over the sound ?
From Oslo there came a collar of fur,
How it pleases her, the little collar of fur
From Oslo over the sound.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the wealth of Amsterdam ?
From Amsterdam he got her a hat,
She looked sweet in that,
In her little Dutch hat
From the wealth of Amsterdam.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From Brussels in Belgian land ?
From Brussels he sent her those laces so rare
To have and to wear,
Allamp; those laces so rare
From Brussels in Belgian land.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From Paris, city of light ?
In Paris he got her a silken gown,
'Twas ended in town that silken gown
From Paris city of light.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the South from Bucharest ?
From Bucharest he sent her a shirt
Embroidered and pert, that Rumanian shirt
From the South from Bucharest.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the far-off Russian land ?
From Russia there came just a widow's veil
For her dead to bewail in her widow's veil
From the far-off Russian land,
From the far-off Russian land.

То, что я сделал, вы назвали неправильным.
То, что не сделал, вы забрали себе.

(с) Тери Мёрфи, Друзьям