Dobrog čoveka je teško naći

Danas slušamo nešto na šta me je podsetio Igor: muziku čoveka koji je kupažu rocka i cabareta doveo do savršenstva.

Izvinite što neću da obeležim praznik licemerja. Javno ga se gadim već godinama i sve ženske osobe u mojoj okolini to znaju.

Tom Waits mi nije dao šlagvort za takav nastup. Prosto, gledam kako ljudi izigravaju nešto što liči na loše uloge u lošim predstavama u lošem pozorištu. I šta god da kažem, ispašću mizantrop. A da ponovo objašnjavam ono što sam davno već objasnio, izvinite, radije ne bih. I tu je Tom Waits legao savršeno, k’o budali šamar.

I always play Russian Roulette in my head
It’s seventeen black and twenty-nine red
How far from the gutter, how far fron the pew
I will always remember to forget about you

A good man’s is hard to find
Only strangers sleep in my bed
My favorite words are good-bye
And my favorite color is red

 

A long dead soldier looks out from the frame
No one remembers his war; no one remembers his name
Go out to the meadow, scare off all the crows
It does nothing but rain here, and nothing will grow

A good man’s is hard to find
Only strangers sleep in my bed
My favorite words are good-bye
And my favorite color is red

Auh.