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Кажется Горд Дауни начал, на старости лет, терять потихоньку разум.

Вот, для сравнения 2 песни "The Tragically Hip" 1987-ого года, и 2 более поздние песни...

"38 Years Old"

"38 Years Old"

Twelve men broke loose in '73

From Milhaven maximum security

Twelve pictures lined up across the front page

seems the mounties had a summertime war to wage

The chief told the people they had nothing to fear

The last thing they'd wanna do is hang around here

They mostly came from towns with long French names

But one of the dozen was a hometown shame



Same pattern on the table, same clock on the wall

Been one seat empty 18 years in all

Freezing slow time away from the world

He's 38 years old, never kissed a girl

He's 38 years old, never kissed a girl



We were sitting round table, heard the telephone ring

Father said he'd tell me if he saw anything

Heard the tap on the window in the middle of the night

Held back the curtains for my older brother Mike



See my sister got raped, so a man got killed

Local boy went to prison, man's buried on the hill

Folks went back to normal when they closed the case

They still stare at their shoes when they pass our place



My mother cried "The horror has finally ceased"

He whispered "yeah, for the time being, at least"

Over his shoulder, on the squad car megaphone

Said "Let's go Michael, son, we're taking you home"



Same pattern on the table, same clock on the wall

Been one seat empty 18 years in all

Freezing slow time away from the world

He's 38 years old, never kissed a girl

He's 38 years old, never kissed a girl

"New Orleans is Sinking"

"New Orleans is Sinking"

Bourbon blues on the street loose and complete

Under skies all smoky blue-green

I can Forsake the Dixie dead shake

So we dance the sidewalk clean

My memory is muddy what's this river I'm in

New Orleans is sinking and I don't want to swim



Colonel Tom What's wrong? What's Going On

You can't tie yourself up for a deal

He said" Hey North you're south shut you big mouth

You gotta do what you feel is real."

Ain't got no picture postcards ain't go no souvenirs

My baby she don't know me when I'm thinking about those years



Pale as a light bulb hanging on a wire

Sucking up to someone just stoke the fire

Picking out the highlights of the scenery

Saw a little cloud looked a little like me



I had my hands in the river

My feet back up on the banks

Looked up to the Lord above and said hey man thanks

Sometimes I fell so good I gotta scream

She says Gordie baby I know exactly what you mean

She said, she said I swear to God she said



My memory is muddy what's this river I'm in

New Orleans is sinking and I don't want to swim

"Silver Jet"

"Silver Jet"

There's a still in the night

a tuneless moonlight

just the I-need-you-and-here's-whys of

snoring Gords and Cheryls

there's a heron outside

in violet light

there's an urge to go, a shadow

a heightened air of peril

your heart jumps to

and my heart jumps too

I think, to myself "I don't really know my heart"

and as you whisper 'me too'

a silver jet roars overhead

rocks the nocturne all everglade

and gray sheers

silver jet, so far off already

fought the hot spurs off all the way

to Cape Spear



it's quiet again

when a car like Big Ben

the radio dopplerin'

'...'for all you Gregory Peck fans...

-Let Us Now Praise Famous Men-

to take some pressure off all the wonderous

to fight' and

your heart jumps to

and my heart jumps too

as if the Wolves of Northumberland themselves

were rumoured to be en route

silver jet, way overhead

you're an archipelago, a satellite,

a green star

silver jet, so far off already

with your I-need-you-and-here's-why

flying to the next part



Your heart jumps to

and my heart jumps too

I'm thinking, to myself, 'packing,is a secret heart'

and as you whisper, 'me too'

silver jet roars overhead

silver jet flying to the next part

silver jet so far off already

silver jet, a satellite, a green star

silver jet way overhead

silver jet evergladed gray sheers

silver jet, so far off already

silver jet Clayqout sound to Cape Spear

"Vaccination Scar"

"Vaccination Scar"

So the chemistry's set,

and I'm not the saddest cheerleader

to forget the American word.

For the gang in the head

that dwindles 'til no members when

The mystery's met,

the sky looks threatened

heading home in the dust,

singing 'Life Is Forgettin',

good enough for the frivolous.



There's one thing I remember is

this tear on your bare shoulder,

this little silver boulder,

this slowly falling star.

We're rolling, so what?

Never getting older where the moon-shocked curtains part.

The start of enough,

a tear dropped in a vaccination scar.



I'll tell ya if I'm able, that is,

I'll tell ya like it is.

He went down like a bad card table, like

the Tacoma Narrows Bridge,

like the Tacoma Narrows Bridge.



Swimming on a bit,

"stop, you're treading water" as the sun assimilated the words.

For lighthouse fire

burning down to ember's end.

The mystery met

sky just reddened,

heading home under dusk.

Is life just forgettin' another word for frivolous?

Little silver boulder, silence from Mars.

For the heart of enough

or a teardrop in a Vaccination Scar.



Wherever you are, scar