Мечта

Если кого-то когда-то заинтересует, а я думаю, что кого-то когда-то да заинтересует этот вопрос: о чем я мечтаю и чего очень хочу. И тут даже не айфон, не эскалейд и куча другого материального барахла.

Ответ кроется в песне «Fast Car» (мне очень нравится исполнение Mutya Buena, хотя изначально пела Tracy Chapman) А вот и текст.

You got a fast carI want a ticket to anywhereMaybe we make a deal

Maybe together we can get somewhere

Any place is betterStarting from zero got nothing to loseMaybe we’ll make something

Me myself I got nothing to prove

You got a fast carI got a plan to get us out of hereI’ve been working at the convenience storeManaged to save just a little bit of moneyWon’t have to drive too farJust cross the border and into the cityYou and I can both get jobs

And fin’lly see what it means to be living

See my old man’s got a problemHe lives with the bottle that’s the way it isHe says his body’s too old for workingI say his bodys too young to look like hisMy mama went off and left himShe wanted more from life than he could giveI said somebodys got to take care of him

So I quit school and that’s what I did

You got a fast carIs it fast enough so we can fly awayWe gotta make a decision

We leave tonight or live and die this way

I remember when we were driving driving in your carSpeed so fast I felt like I was drunkCity lights lay out before usAnd your arm felt nice wrapped round my shoulderAnd I had a feeling that I belonged

And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast carWe go cruising to entertain ourselvesYou still ain’t got a jobAnd I work in the market as a checkout girlI know things will get betterYou’ll find work and I’ll get promotedWe’ll move out of the shelter

Buy a bigger house and live in the suburbs

I remember we were driving driving in your сar

Speed so fast I felt like I was drunk

City lights lay out before us

And your arm felt nice wrapped round my shoulder

And I had a feeling that I belonged

And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast carI got a job that pays all our billsYou stay out drinking late at the barSee more of your friends than you do of your kidsI’d always hoped for betterThought maybe together you and me’d find itI got no plans I ain’t going nowhere

So take your fast car and keep on driving

I remember when we were driving driving in your carSpeed so fast I felt like I was drunkCity lights lay out before usAnd your arm felt nice wrapped round my shoulderAnd I had a feeling that I belonged

And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast carBut is it fast enough so you can fly awayYou gotta make a decision

You leave tonight or live and die this way

Часто бывает такое, что мы не можем что-то озвучить, но за нас это говорят песни, книги, стихи. Наверное, для этого и нужно творчество и муки творцов – озвучить то, что сидит внутри и очень хочет, но не может, быть озвученым. А потом ты читаешь, слышишь, видишь и понимаешь, что чувствуешь то же и понимаешь, что не одинок. И тебе становится чуточку легче. И значит, все творения не напрасны.