iskander_zombie (iskander_zombie) wrote,

Когда плохому человеку хорошо

К слову, в комплекте с вон тем роликом про роковых красоток из кинематографа, я бы еще порекомендовал вот это видео, которое выкладывал ecoross1 на прошлой неделе. Про злодеев и негодяев. Но мне там даже не cтолько видеоряд понравился, сколько крутейшая песня Уоррена Зивона, которая заслуживает отдельного упоминания.

Песня про то, как хорошо быть плохим. :) Повествует о жизненном пути некого бесчестного мошенника, который грабит, обманывает и обворовывает всех, кого встречает, и ему это неизменно сходит с рук. Прекрасно все: и зажигательный мотивчик, и ироничный текст, и сочные рифмы. Помимо прочего, немного обогатил свой английский словарный запас. Теперь я знаю, что такое chemin de fer, naugahyde, cummerbund и workman's comp, чем и горжусь. В-)

I started as an altar boy, working at the church
Learning all my holy moves, doing some research
Which led me to a cash box, labeled "Children's Fund"
I'd leave the change, and tuck the bills inside my cummerbund

I got a part-time job at my father's carpet store
Laying tackless stripping, and housewives by the score
I loaded up their furniture, and took it to Spokane
And auctioned off every last naugahyde divan

I'm very well aquainted with the seven deadly sins
I keep a busy schedule trying to fit them in
I'm proud to be a glutton, and I don't have time for sloth
I'm greedy, and I'm angry, and I don't care who I cross

I'm Mr. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt
I like to have a good time, and I don't care who gets hurt
I'm Mr. Bad Example, take a look at me
I'll live to be a hundred, and go down in infamy

Of course I went to law school and took a law degree
And counseled all my clients to plead insanity
Then worked in hair replacement, swindling the bald
Where very few are chosen, and fewer still are called

Then on to Monte Carlo to play chemin de fer
I threw away the fortune I made transplanting hair
I put my last few francs down on a prostitute
Who took me up to her room to perform the flag salute

Whereupon I stole her passport and her wig
And headed for the airport and the midnight flight, you dig?
And fourteen hours later I was down in Adelaide
Looking through the want ads sipping Fosters in the shade

I opened up an agency somewhere down the line
To hire aboriginals to work the opal mines
But I attached their wages and took a whopping cut
And whisked away their workman's comp and pauperized the lot

I'm Mr. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt
I like to have a good time, and I don't care who gets hurt
I'm Mr. Bad Example, take a look at me
I'll live to be a hundred and go down in infamy

I bought a first class ticket on Malaysian Air
And landed in Sri Lanka none the worse for wear
I'm thinking of retiring from all my dirty deals
I'll see you in the next life, wake me up for meals

Tags: видео, музыка, песня

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