родом из нации тепла
"Nation of Heat" Джо Пага (наст.имя Джо Пульезе, из Чикаго) для любителей американского фолка - это нечто на уровне Гатри, Дилана, Эрла, Брэгга. Социальная поэзия, но без нажима, морализаторства, агитки. И со взглядом будто из времен хобо и Великой Депрессии (сл. " Призрак Тома Джоуда" Спрингстина).
Joe Pug - Nation of Heat
Across from the prison and beside the great lake
Below the rooftops and above the highway
The spirits pay rent to the basements they haunt
And the pages draw pictures of the things that they want
I cook my dinner on the black top street
I come from the Nation of Heat
Outside the train station there's a bold painted sign
It says try to be patient, don't forget to choose sides
We got the loudest explosions that you've ever heard
We've got two dollar soldiers and ten dollar words
If I didn't own boots i wouldn't need feet
I come from the Nation of Heat
So swift and so vicious are the carnival rides
And the carnival barker will yell your name for a bribe
We've got billboards for love and Japanese cars
It ain't rare to hear the street lights call themselves stars
The more that I learn the more that I cheat
I come from the Nation of Heat
I've seen skeleton mothers and hungry folks
Across the street from the kitchen that cooks dinner the most
Sometimes you hear whispers by the dark of the moon
That we promised too much and gave it too soon
Even our coughs said our fevers compete
I come from the Nation of Heat
Blocking borders with smiles our immigrant sons
We measure loneliness in miles and misery in tons
There's a straw hatted man rowing away from the shore
He says "Its a shame they don't let you have slaves here anymore"
I'm the ugliest man that you'll ever meet
I come from the Nation of Heat
Joe Pug - Hymn 101
Joe Pug - Nation of Heat
Click to viewAcross from the prison and beside the great lake
Below the rooftops and above the highway
The spirits pay rent to the basements they haunt
And the pages draw pictures of the things that they want
I cook my dinner on the black top street
I come from the Nation of Heat
Outside the train station there's a bold painted sign
It says try to be patient, don't forget to choose sides
We got the loudest explosions that you've ever heard
We've got two dollar soldiers and ten dollar words
If I didn't own boots i wouldn't need feet
I come from the Nation of Heat
So swift and so vicious are the carnival rides
And the carnival barker will yell your name for a bribe
We've got billboards for love and Japanese cars
It ain't rare to hear the street lights call themselves stars
The more that I learn the more that I cheat
I come from the Nation of Heat
I've seen skeleton mothers and hungry folks
Across the street from the kitchen that cooks dinner the most
Sometimes you hear whispers by the dark of the moon
That we promised too much and gave it too soon
Even our coughs said our fevers compete
I come from the Nation of Heat
Blocking borders with smiles our immigrant sons
We measure loneliness in miles and misery in tons
There's a straw hatted man rowing away from the shore
He says "Its a shame they don't let you have slaves here anymore"
I'm the ugliest man that you'll ever meet
I come from the Nation of Heat
Joe Pug - Hymn 101