Igor Pankratiev (pankratiev) wrote,
Igor Pankratiev
pankratiev

"Господи, Ты должен победить!.."

Ну, постарайся! Я так болею за тебя. Ну неужели у Тебя нет пятого туза в рукаве? Сколько можно играть честно!
Подними камень, который Ты создал такой величины, что его никто не может поднять...
Никто не может, а Ты, верю, можешь, Ты можешь всё...

Раньше я перед Пасхой писал, что игра уже выиграна, оговариваясь, что в большом, только, то есть в вечности, метафизически...
Сейчас я больше озабочен тем, а как вот здесь и сейчас? чья рука окажется сильней в ближайшие, скажем, минут сорок...
Материя сопротивляется, как материал под резцом мастера.
И тут можно ждать сюрпризов.

Вот песенка про ночной поезд, испанский (чтоб выглядело круче) который везёт души мёртвых.
Песенка в простонародном стиле.
Только это не деревенская простонародность, а городская, даже мегаполисная.
Этот народный вкус эпохи глобализации и смешения всех культур остаётся наивным.
Как трогательны его потуги на макабричность и зловещность.
Не будем снобами, и найдём пользу в неуместном часто видеоряде.
Картинки - ну что твои постеры на ветровых стеклах дальнобойщиков...
Тарантино оценил бы...



Да, наверно стоит привести текст песни, чтобы прослушивание было более ясным.
Звук, кстати, хороший, так что слова все очень разборчивы.

There's a Spanish train that runs between
Quadalquivir and old Seville,
And at dead of night the whistle blows,
and people hear she's running still...

And then they hush their children back to sleep,
Lock the doors, upstairs they creep,
For it is said that the souls of the dead
Fill that train ten thousand deep!!

Well a railwayman lay dying with his people by his side,
His family were crying, knelt in prayer before he died,
But above his bed just a-waiting for the dead,
Was the Devil with a twinkle in his eye,

"Well God's not around and look what I've found,
this one's mine!!"

Just then the Lord himself appeared in a blinding flash of light,
And shouted at the devil, "Get thee hence to endless night!!"
But the Devil just grinned and said "I may have sinned,
But there's no need to push me around,

I got him first so you can do your worst,
He's going underground!!"
"But I think I'll give you one more chance"
said the Devil with a smile,

"So throw away that stupid lance,
It's really not your style",
Joker is the name, Poker is the game,
we'll play right here on this bed,
And then we'll bet for the biggest stakes yet,
the souls of the dead!!"

And I said "Look out, Lord, he's going to win,
The sun is down and the night is riding in,
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line,
Oh Lord, he's going to win!.."

Well the railwayman he cut the cards
and he dealt them each a hand of five
And for the Lord he was praying hard
or that train he'd have to drive...

Well the Devil he had three aces and a king,
and the Lord, he was running for a straight,
he had the queen and the knave and the nine and ten of spades,
All he needed was the eight...

And then the Lord he called for one more card,
but he drew the diamond eight,
And the Devil said to the son of God,
"I believe you've got it straight,

So deal me one for the time has come
to see who'll be the king of this place,
But as he spoke, from beneath his cloak,
he slipped another ace...

Ten thousand souls was the opening bid,
and it soon went up to fifty-nine,
but the Lord didn't see what the Devil did,
and he said "that suits me fine",

"I'll raise you high to hundred and five,
and forever put an end to your sins",
But the Devil let out a mighty shout, "My hand wins!!"
And I said "Lord, oh Lord, you let him win,

The sun is down and the night is riding in,
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line,
Oh Lord, don't let him win..."

Well that Spanish train still runs between,
Quadalquivir and old Seville,
And at dead of night the whistle blows,
And people fear she's running still...
And far away in some recess
The Lord and the Devil are now playing chess,
The Devil still cheats and wins more souls,
And as for the Lord, well, he's just doing his best...
And I said "Lord, oh Lord, you've got to win,

The Sun is down and the night is riding in,

That train is still on time, Oh my soul is on the line,

Oh Lord, you've got to win..."
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