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The monkey sat on a pile of stones and stared at the broken bone in his hand
And the stains of a Viennese quartet rang out across the land
The monkey looked up at the stars and thought to himself
Memory is a stranger
History is for fools
And he cleaned his hands in a pool of holy writing
Turned his back on the garden and set out for the nearest town
Hold on hold on soldier
When you add it all up the tears and the marrowbone
There's an ounce of gold and an ounce of pride in each ledger
And the Germans killed the Jews and the Jews killed the Arabs and the Arabs killed the hostages and that is the news
And is it any wonder that the monkey's confused
He said Mama Mama the President's a fool
Why do I have to keep reading these technical manuals
And the joint chiefs of staff and the brokers on Wall Street said
Don't make us laugh
You're a smart kid
Time is linear
Memory is a stranger
History is for fools
Man is a tool in the hands of the great God Almighty
And they gave him command of a nuclear submarine
And sent him back in search of the Garden of Eden
And the stains of a Viennese quartet rang out across the land
The monkey looked up at the stars and thought to himself
Memory is a stranger
History is for fools
And he cleaned his hands in a pool of holy writing
Turned his back on the garden and set out for the nearest town
Hold on hold on soldier
When you add it all up the tears and the marrowbone
There's an ounce of gold and an ounce of pride in each ledger
And the Germans killed the Jews and the Jews killed the Arabs and the Arabs killed the hostages and that is the news
And is it any wonder that the monkey's confused
He said Mama Mama the President's a fool
Why do I have to keep reading these technical manuals
And the joint chiefs of staff and the brokers on Wall Street said
Don't make us laugh
You're a smart kid
Time is linear
Memory is a stranger
History is for fools
Man is a tool in the hands of the great God Almighty
And they gave him command of a nuclear submarine
And sent him back in search of the Garden of Eden
Re: Боже мой!
Уотерса-то я давно уважаю, а сейчас переслушал сольники пинкфлойдов и понял, что только он и разве еще сольник Мэйсона представляют какой-то интерес для меня. Все-таки он личность, и те проблемы, которые его беспокоят, внушают к нему уважение.
Хотя, конечно, Израиль он не любит.
Но это, в общем, нам должно быть хорошо понятно -- разница между страной, которую не любить нельзя, и государством, которое точно так же органично нельзя любить. Можно уважать, но любить противоестественно.
А в стране он явно не был.
Ну, и вообще.
Пошел искать про свечку.
Re: Боже мой!
When the wheel of pain stops turning
And the branding iron stops burning
When the children can be children
When the desperados weaken
When the sea rolls into greet them
When the natural law of science
Greets the humble and the mighty
And the billion candles burning
Lights the dark side of every human mind
Each small candle
Lights a corner of the dark...