Жизни лишь только до медных труб, дальше - легенда (с) О. Медведев
Вопрос: кто знает эту песню? Интересно, какие у вас ассоциации? А может, кто-то в курсе истории ее создания? Или мне только кажется, что все очень прозрачно?
Moon Over Bourbon Street
There's a moon over bourbon street tonight
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
I've no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over bourbon street
It was many years ago that I became what I am
I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
Now I can only show my face at noon
And you'll never see me walking by the light of the moon
The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
I've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over bourbon street
She walks everyday through the streets of new orleans
She's innocent and young from a family of means
I have stood many times outside her window at night
To struggle with my instinct in the pale moon light
How could I be this way when I pray to God above
I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over bourbon street
Moon Over Bourbon Street
There's a moon over bourbon street tonight
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
I've no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over bourbon street
It was many years ago that I became what I am
I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
Now I can only show my face at noon
And you'll never see me walking by the light of the moon
The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
I've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over bourbon street
She walks everyday through the streets of new orleans
She's innocent and young from a family of means
I have stood many times outside her window at night
To struggle with my instinct in the pale moon light
How could I be this way when I pray to God above
I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over bourbon street
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08.04.2009 в 20:13-
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08.04.2009 в 20:17Про "Сумерки" я не знаю. Там тоже Новый Орлеан был?
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08.04.2009 в 20:18-
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08.04.2009 в 20:24Там тоже Новый Орлеан был?
Нет. Но тоже в Америке. Правда, нашего времени.
Ну, мне сначала пришел в голову бурбон как алкогольный напиток. Но википедия подсказывает, что такое имя была дано этой улицы в честь династии французских королей.
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08.04.2009 в 20:28-
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08.04.2009 в 20:33*хихикает*
Тебе понятно, а я вот в истории полный дуб и умных ассоциаций не возникает))
По поводу почему, опять же из википедии: Bourbon Street (French: Rue Bourbon) is a famous and historic street that runs the length of the French Quarter in New Orleans, Louisiana. When founded in 1718, the city was originally centered around the French Quarter.
Сразу вспоминается улица Ленина, которая есть почти в каждом российском городе.
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08.04.2009 в 21:46-
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09.04.2009 в 18:47А я хочу выложить сюда не-вампира. Фламенко под Стинга. Хорошей записи нет, так хоть скрины.