infinite then there is no music you can play You're sitting on the wrong bench That's God's piano Christ, did you see the streets? Just the streets. There were thousands of them How do you do it down there? How do you choose just one? One woman One house One piece of land to call your own one landscape to look at one way to die? All that world just weighing down on you You don't even know where it comes to an end I mean, aren't you ever just scared of breaking apart at the thought of it? At the enormity of living it? I was born on this ship And the world passed my by But two thousand people at a time And there were wishes here But never more than fit between prow and stern You played out your happiness, but on a piano that was not infinite I learned to live that way Land? Land is a ship too big for me It's a woman too beautiful It's a voyage too long perfume too strong It's music I don't know how to make I could never get off this ship At best I can step off my life After all I don't exist for anyone You're the exception, Max You're the only one who knows I'm here You're a minority And you'd better get used to it Forgive me, my friend but I'm not getting off Hey, Max Picture the scene at the Golden Gates Some guy searching a list trying to find my name, not finding it What did you say your name was again? Nineteen Hundred Niemann, Nightingale, Ninestock... Nittledeen? Well, you see, sir I was born on a ship Beg your pardon? Born, raised, and died on a ship Maybe I'm not registered there Shipwreck? Six and a half tons of dynamite Boom Feeling better now? Yeah, I'm fine except I lost an arm An arm? Yes, in the explosion Well, you should be able to find one over there Which one did you say you were missing? Left, sir I'm dreadfully sorry we only seem to have two rights Two right arms? Afraid so Would you mind awfully if... If I want? Well, if you take a right arm instead of a left? Well, all things considered better a right arm than nothing, I suppose Couldn't agree more No laughing matter, Max What a cock-up Spend eternity with two right arms? I mean, how would you make the sign of the cross? Hey, Max Imagine the music I could play with two right arms Hope I can find a piano up there What would you have done in my shoes? I don't know I wouldn't probably have felt quite useless Sooner or later, all stories end and there's nothing left to add Anyhow, thanks, pops Conn There's just one thing I don't get Who hid the broken record inside the piano? You're looking at him So you weren't so useless after all Conn Here Take your trumpet Well, you'll be needing it Never mind the money A good story's worth more than an old trumpetI still ask myself if I did the right thing when I abandoned his floating city And I don't mean only for the work fact is, a friend like that a real friend you won't meet one again If you just decide to hang up your sea legs if you just want to feel something more solid beneath your feet and if then you no loner hear the music of the gods around you But, like he used to say You're never really done for as long as you got a good story and someone to tell it to Trouble is nobody'd believe a single word of my story It happened every time Someone would look up and see her It's difficult to understand There'd be more than a thousand of us on that ship Traveling rich folks, immigrants and strange people, and us Yet there was always one One guy alone who would see her first Maybe he was just sitting there eating or walking on the deck Maybe he was just fixing his pants He'd look up for a second. A quick glance out to sea and he'd see her Then he'd just stand there rooted to the spot, his heart racing And every time every damn time, I swear he'd turn to us, towards the ship towards everybody and scream America The Legend of 1900 New York The one who sees America ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст О прошлой ночи... на английском - текст Возвращение на английском - текст Первый понедельник октября на английском - текст Оружейный барон на английском - текст Хоттабыч на английском |