Есть песни просто не от мира сего. Раньше я видел музыку в цветах, теперь этот дар прошел - я вижу ее в неопределенных формах, трудно различимых. Наверное, стоит работать и я буду видеть в форме и цвете. Вот если представить, какая из себя эта безумно красивая баллада? Она похожа маленькую планету, далеко от нашей галактики, где солнце - это холодный серебряный шар. Хм. Может я не прав, но идей пока нет, и я попрежнему вслушиваюсь, вслушиваюсь в отголоски аккордов. Их немного.

the Walkabouts - On The Beach (written by Neil Young)

The world is turnin', I hope it don't turn away,
The world is turnin', I hope it don't turn away.
All my pictures are fallin' from the wall where I placed them yesterday.
The world is turnin', I hope it don't turn away.

I need a crowd of people, but I can't face them day to day,
I need a crowd of people, but I can't face them day to day.
Though my problems are meaningless, that don't make them go away.
I need a crowd of people, but I can't face them day to day.

I went to the radio interview, but I ended up alone at the microphone,
I went to the radio interview, but I ended up alone at the microphone.
Now I'm livin' out here on the beach, but those seagulls are still out of reach.
I went to the radio interview, but I ended up alone at the microphone.

Get out of town, think I'll get out of town,
Get out of town, think I'll get out of town.
I head for the sticks with my bus and friends,
I follow the road, though I don't know where it ends.
Get out of town, get out of town, think I'll get out of town.

'Cause the world is turnin', I don't want to see it turn away

P.S. А вот оригинал. Надо же, the Walkabouts сделали почти другую песню, полную печали, романтики, безнадежности... Или я со своей замолкающей колокольни?
Neil Young - On The Beach