Goodnight Saigon
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tyomaWe met as soul mates on Parris Island
We left as inmates from an asylum
And we were sharp, as sharp as knives
And we were so gung ho to lay down our lives
We came in spastic like tameless horses
We left in plastic as numbered corpses
And we learned fast to travel light
Our arms were heavy but our bellies were tight
We had no home front, we had no soft soap
They sent us Playboy, they gave us Bob Hope
We dug in deep and shot on sight
And prayed to Jesus Christ with all our might
We had no cameras to shoot the landscape
We passed the hash pipe and played our Doors tapes
And it was dark, so dark at night
And we held on to each other
Like brother to brother
We promised our mothers we'd write
And we would all go down together
We said we'd all go down together
Yes we would all go down together
Remember Charlie, remember Baker
They left their childhood on every acre
And who was wrong? And who was right?
It didn't matter in the thick of the fight
We held the day in the palm of our hand
They ruled the night, and the night
Seemed to last as long as six weeks...
...On Parris Island
We held the coastline, they held the highlands
And they were sharp, as sharp as knives
They heard the hum of our motors
They counted the rotors
And waited for us to arrive
And we would all go down together
We said we'd all go down together
Yes we would all go down together
(c) Billy Joel
Почему-то у нас нет такой песни про Афганистан. Почему-то все "афганские" песни похожи на блатняк в самом худжем его, опопсовленном изводе. А тут - при всей описательности процесса, при минимуме указаний на конкретику, есть все - и чувство вины, и бесшабашность, и обреченнность.
Почему?
We left as inmates from an asylum
And we were sharp, as sharp as knives
And we were so gung ho to lay down our lives
We came in spastic like tameless horses
We left in plastic as numbered corpses
And we learned fast to travel light
Our arms were heavy but our bellies were tight
We had no home front, we had no soft soap
They sent us Playboy, they gave us Bob Hope
We dug in deep and shot on sight
And prayed to Jesus Christ with all our might
We had no cameras to shoot the landscape
We passed the hash pipe and played our Doors tapes
And it was dark, so dark at night
And we held on to each other
Like brother to brother
We promised our mothers we'd write
And we would all go down together
We said we'd all go down together
Yes we would all go down together
Remember Charlie, remember Baker
They left their childhood on every acre
And who was wrong? And who was right?
It didn't matter in the thick of the fight
We held the day in the palm of our hand
They ruled the night, and the night
Seemed to last as long as six weeks...
...On Parris Island
We held the coastline, they held the highlands
And they were sharp, as sharp as knives
They heard the hum of our motors
They counted the rotors
And waited for us to arrive
And we would all go down together
We said we'd all go down together
Yes we would all go down together
(c) Billy Joel
Почему-то у нас нет такой песни про Афганистан. Почему-то все "афганские" песни похожи на блатняк в самом худжем его, опопсовленном изводе. А тут - при всей описательности процесса, при минимуме указаний на конкретику, есть все - и чувство вины, и бесшабашность, и обреченнность.
Почему?
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Date: 2006-03-16 01:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-16 02:31 pm (UTC)Я не знал.
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Подпись: СА 1987 - 1989, по закону и повестке.
Кстати, имею некоторое своё мнение о тех, кто в армию не идёт.
Но обычно держу при себе. Оттого, что дурак, видимо.
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Date: 2006-03-16 02:35 pm (UTC)Там есть одно уточнение, "в основном".
А я на военной кафедре прятался, да и то, прогуливал.
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Date: 2006-03-16 02:47 pm (UTC)А ветераны Афгана Шевчука за эту песню не любят. Им нравится "что такое осень" — я когда-то имел на эту тему с несколькими разговор.
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Date: 2006-03-16 03:01 pm (UTC)Но я не настаиваю, тем более если ветеранам не нравится. Да и "Осень" - песня хорошая, хоть и не про войну.
Заигранная только.
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Date: 2006-03-16 02:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-16 02:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-16 03:04 pm (UTC)"...и строк печальных не смываю..."
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Date: 2006-03-16 02:31 pm (UTC)На блатняк не похожа.
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Date: 2006-03-16 03:36 pm (UTC)It was in the jungle wars of '65
My weapon jammed and I got stuck way out and all alone
And I could hear the enemy movin' in close outside
Just then I heard a twig snap and I grabbed my empty gun
And I dug in scared while I counted down my fate
And then a big Marine––a giant, with a pair of friendly eyes––
Appeared there at my shoulder and said "Wait."
When he came in close beside me, he said "Don't worry, son, I'm here––
If Charlie wants to tangle now, he'll have two to dodge"
I said, "Well, thanks a lot!" I told him my name and asked him his
And he said "The boys just call me Camouflage"
Chorus:
Woah-oh-oh-oh, Camouflage
Things are never quite the way they seem
Woah-oh-oh-oh, Camouflage
I was awfully glad to see this big Marine
Well, I was gonna ask him where he came from, when we heard the bullets fly
Comin' through the brush, and all around our ears
It was then I saw this big Marine light a fire in his eye
And it was strange, but suddenly, I forgot my fears
Well, we fought all night, side by side, we took our battle stance
And I wondered how the bullets missed this man
'Cause they seemed to go right through him––just as if he wasn't there
And in the mornin' we both took a chance and ran
And it was near the riverbank when the ambush came on top of us
And I thought it was the end, and we were had
Then a bullet with my name on it came buzzin' through a bush
And that big Marine, he just swat it with his hand
Just like it was a fly...
Chorus:
Woah-oh-oh-oh, Camouflage
Things are never quite the way they seem
Woah-oh-oh-oh, Camouflage
This was an awfully strange (big) Marine
{spoken}
And I knew there was somethin' weird about him,
'Cause when I turned around,
He was pullin' a big palm tree up outta the ground
And swattin' those Charlies with it from here to kingdom come
When he led me outta danger I saw my camp and waved goodbye
He just winked at me from the jungle and then was gone
When I got back to my H.Q., I told 'em about my night
And the battle I'd spent with a big Marine named Camouflage
When I said his name, the soldier gulped, and a medic took my arm
And led me to a green tent on the right
He said "You may be tellin' true, boy, but this here is Camouflage
And he's been right here since he passed away last night
In fact, he's been here all week long...
But before he went, he said Semper Fi, and said his only wish
Was to save a young Marine caught in a barrage
So here, take his dog tag, son, I know he'd want you to have it now"
And we both said a prayer for a big Marine named Camouflage
Chorus repeat
So next time you're in a jungle fight, and you feel a presence near
Or hear a voice that in your mind will lodge
Just be thankful that you're not alone––you've got some company
From a big Marine the boys call Camouflage
Chorus repeat x2
Hup, hey-ho, hey, left... left...
Woah, woah, Camouflage
Hey, hey-ho, ho, left... left...
Woah, woah, Camouflage
repeat endlessly until fade...
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Date: 2006-03-16 11:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-16 11:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-17 02:29 pm (UTC)(на всякий случай - песню я НЕ слышал, билли джоэла - ЛЮблю)
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Date: 2006-03-19 08:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-20 01:36 pm (UTC)собсно, подобный ответ я и подразумевал
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Date: 2006-03-24 12:23 pm (UTC)я щас по 2311877, отдел культуры