Re: Privoz na Dugovku ( Otvet Kerzonu )

From: Victor Levin (victor_at_tilint.com)
Date: Wed 29 Sep 1999 - 14:14:56 IST


Gersh Shpraihler wrote:
>
> > sistematike, prosto vozmushaet.:) Kakaja razniza, ksp ili rok?
> > Po-moemu, est' prosto horosho/ploho i nravitsja/ne nravitsja, a vsjo
> > ostal'noe, vse eti rassuzhdenija, vy uzh izvinite, est' ne chto inoe,
> > kak onanizm.:)
>
> a , tak vot chto eto slovo oboznachaet !!! a ya golovu lomal.

golovu???!!! ;) ty uveren?

> delo v tom ,chto esli na afishe ili v kriticheskoi stat'e ty budesh
> izbegat' vsyacheskih opredelenii , ogranichivayas' "horosho/ploho",to
> tebya prosto ne poimut.

pardon, a ty pishesh' kriticheskie stat'i zdes' na liste?

> ob ostalnom :
> 1) Vysockij tozhe stoit osobnyakom i ni k kakomu stilu ili dvizheniu
> prichislen byt' ne mozhet.

Pochemu??? I skolko eshe takih iskluchenij?
Opjat' zhe, esli poslushat' tebja, vsja klassifikazija svoditsja k 2-m
sentenzijam:
        a) mne ne nravjatsja bardy po opredeleniju, potomu chto oni mne ne
nravjatsja.
        b) vsjo, chto mne nravitsja, dazhe esli zovut eto ksp, takovym ne
javljaetsja.

> 2) Smeysya , no Leonarda Cohena ya zovu ksp-shnikom i ne slishkom zhaluu.

a nizhesledujushij, vsem nebeizvestnij tekst onogo, po-tvoemu, tozhe
ksp? i esli da, to tolko potomu chto ty ego ne zhaluesh'? togda sm.
opredelenie tvoej klassifikazii vyshe.

The Future

Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!

Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
and stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I've seen the future, brother:
it is murder.

Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant

You don't know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I'm the little jew
who wrote the Bible
I've seen the nations rise and fall
I've heard their stories, heard them all
but love's the only engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder

Things are going to slide ...

There'll be the breaking of the ancient
western code
Your private life will suddenly explode
There'll be phantoms
There'll be fires on the road
and the white man dancing
You'll see a woman
hanging upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin'

Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don't like children anyhow
I've seen the future, baby:
it is murder

Things are going to slide ...

When they said REPENT REPENT ...

Nu tak kak, eto tozhe ksp? I eto daleko ne edinstvennij primer tekstov
onogo...

> 4) est' eshe odna oblast' , ne upomyanutaya voobshe -- to chto seichas
> stydlivo nazyvaut "gorodskim romansom" , t.e. blatnyak. po oprosam Tv -
> samyi populyarnyi vid muzyki. I esli my vidim s rasstoyania metrov tak 200
> cheloveka s gitarkoi , i nachinaem gadat' chto zhe on ispolnyaet ,to
> samaya bolshaya veroyatnost' popadania esli my skazhem "blatnyak".
> Takim obrazom i lubitel' Scherbakova i fanat Krematoria pochustvuut
> obshnost' pered licom blatnyaka.

A ja, k primeru, ne vizhu osoboj raznitzy mezhdu blatnjakom i rokom/ksp.
Delo lish' v tom, chto to chto populjarno v narodnyh massah, ochen'
nizkogo poshiba, kak i ljubaja hmmm... nu horosho, "popsa".
K primeru, ne dalee kak vchera v poznavatel'nyh tzeljah skachival raznye
mp3 raznyh maloizvestnyh novyh ROK-grupp, vypustivshih otnositel'no
nedavno svoi CD. I vot kakoj ja tekst uslyshal u odnoj iz etih ROK-grupp
("Ulitzy", chto li?), prichem imenno ROK, poskolku v muzykalnom plane
tam nichem drugim i ne pahnet:

On potel, on hripel,
On tebja otymel...

Esli po mne, to bez kommentariev. Ja, k primeru, ne vizhu NIKAKOJ
raznitzy mezhdu etim tvoreniem i tem, chto slushaet osnovnaja chast'
naselenija Rossii. Naoborot, po mne "Murka" - gorazdo bolee
hudozhestvennoe proizvedenie, malo togo, imejushee svoi glubokie
kulturno-istoricheskie korni.:)) A vot eshe est' gruppa "Leningrad", u
kotoroj kstati, zvuk Lyonja Fedorov delal. Tak tam TAKIE teksty,
kotorye s "Gop-Stop" dazhe rjadom ne stojali. Net, uzh, podavajte mne
luchshe blatnjaki Rozenbauma, oni po-krajnej mere bolee literaturny, da
i vashe prijatno ih slushat', v nature.:))

> 6) predlagau muzykoi schitat' vse.
krome ne-muzyki, razumeetsja.;)

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