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
@музыка:
The Tragically Hip - Silve r Jet