Пугающая глубина.

[Marie Paganel]

Мало того, что я перечитала "Правь морями" и читаю "20 000 лье". Тема меня не могла, как обычно, не захватить целиком и полностью.
Теперь вот - не отвязывается от меня песня "The Thresher" Окса, весь день едва сама не пою!

In Portsmouth town on the eastern shore
Where many a fine ship was born.
The Thresher was built
And the Thresher was launched
And the crew of the Thresher was sworn.

She was shaped like a tear
She was built like a shark
She was made to run fast and free.
And the builders shook their hands
And the builders shared their wine,
And thought that they had mastered the sea.

Yes, she'll always run silent
And she'll always run deep
Though the ocean has no pity
Though the waves will never weep

They'll never weep.

And they marvelled at her speed
marvelled at her depth
marvelled at her deadly design.
And they sailed to every land
And they sailed to every port
Just to see what faults they could find.
Then they put her on the land
For nine months to stand
And they worked on her from stem to stern.
But they could never see
It was their coffin to be
For the sea was waiting for their return.

Yes, she'll always run silent
And she'll always run deep
Though the ocean has no pity
And the waves will never weep
They'll never weep.

On a cold Wednesday morn
They put her her out to sea
When the waves they were nine feet high.
And they dove beneath the waves
And they dove to their graves
And they never said a last goodbye.
And its deeper and deeper
And deeper they dove
Just to see what their ship could stand.
But the hull gave a moan
And the hull gave a groan
And they plunged to the deepest darkest sand.

Now she lies in the depths
Of the darkened ocean floor
Covered by the waters cold and still.
Oh can't you see the wrong
She was a death ship all along
Died before she had a chance to kill.

And she´ll never run silent,
And she´ll never run deep,
For the ocean had no pity
And the waves, they never weep,
They never weep.

А на улице ветер бросает в лицо колючую ледяную крошку. А мне нужно выйти, поехать на улицу Правды за учебниками. И опять я буду крутить по кругу две песни: The Tresher и The Men Behind The Guns.
А в восемь вечера - на генеральную репетицию куда-то на Древлянку...

@музыка: Phil Ochs - The Thresher

@темы: жизненное, "N - самая таинственная буква!", There But for Fortune

Comments

[Гость]

А у меня этой песни нет. Не забыть взять у тебя при следующей встрече. Печальную историю подлодки Tresher знаю, у меня и журнал есть (советский) со статьёй об этом.
Mic K.