Фолк-рок группа из
Сан-Франциско COUNTING CROWS стала одним из главных открытий 1994 года. Их альбом
"August And Everything After" включал разные по содержанию тексты -- от социальной тематики до меланхоличной лирики об
одиночестве. Последнее найдёт более глубокое отражение в последующих альбомах.
Текст "Round Here" характерен для музыки фолк по своему
построению и поэтическим приёмам...
"Round Here"
COUNTING CROWS
Step out
the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one
notices the contrast of white on white
And in between the moon and you the angels get a
better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again
Where? I don't know
Maria says she's dying through the door I hear her crying
Why? I don't know
Round here
we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates
Maria came
from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus
She parks her car outside of my house
Takes her clothes off
Says she's close to understanding Jesus
She knows she's more than just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous
Round here
we're carving out our names
Round here we all look the same
Round here we talk just like lions
But we sacrifice like lambs
Round here she's slipping through my hands
Sleeping
children better run like the wind
Out of the lightning dream
Mama's little baby better get herself in
Out of the lightning
She says
it's only in my head
She says Shhh I know it's only in my head
But the girl on car in the parking lot says
"Man you should try to take a shot
Can't you see my walls are crumbling?"
Then she looks up at the building and says she's thinking of jumping
She says she's tired of life she must be tired of
something
Round here
she's always on my mind
Round here hey man got lots of time
Round here we're never sent to bed early
And nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late
I can't see nothing, nothing round here
Catch me if I'm falling
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