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2015 язык: английский

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Песня The Celluloid Road группы The Tangent из альбома A Spark In The Aether была записана в 2015 году лейблом Century Media, язык песни английский, ниже вы найдете ее перевод на русском языке, песня исполняется в жанре прогрессивный рок, вы можете слушать ее, изучить слова или скачать текст бесплатно, прокомментировать, как саму песню так и смысл который она в себе несет.

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The Tangent

альбом:

A Spark In The Aether

лейбл:

Century Media

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Прогрессивный рок

I go there nearly every night, I find the accents so familiar…

If I heard one here in town, I’d spin myself around

To see who was talking like they were on TV

From America!

Steam rises from pavements in this strange world

Of fire escapes and trash cans

Muted brass sets the tone of the scene

And though the backdrop’s not that clean

There’s always someone on hand to sort it out — in America

Bruce Willis has the airport locked down and

Hollywood superstars are running the town

Peter Parker writes it all in the free press

(While his editor puts him under serious duress)

And if I ate Italian, well I might be scared

That some kind of gunfight would break out down the stairs

Jack Bauer’s 'gone dark' and there’s an APB

It’s a hell of a job defending the Land Of The Free

But it looks alright! In the TV light

America, is that you?

Or did we get it right?

I know your monuments by heart

Climbed down Mount Rushmore in the moonlight

(I've never been to Dakota though

I just dropped in for the show

Bought my North By Northwest poster — at HMV)

And so I guess I’d be nervous waiting for a Greyhound Bus

Although the people around me might not see the fuss

But maybe if a crop duster was doing the nearby fields

They’d be running just like me?

And if I met some end in a backstreet night

The cops’d have the coffee and donuts ready by first light

And maybe if I was lucky I’d get Sandra Bullock on the case

Any my Greyhound Bus would get me any place!

America, did we get it right?

Or is what I see from the chair in my room

Some kind of illusion through the Yorkshire gloom

Oh America, do we see it right?

Oh you’ve got people swinging from buildings

(And a bomb’s just about to go off, one man armies on every street corner — so

I wouldn’t worry, that guy in the deli is probably some kind of ex-marine)

Hey will you save me from the End Of The World

From the curse of the Bad Guys, 'cos that’s what I heard

Oh America, do we see you right?

Let’s take the Freeway, try to lose the town

Let’s eat some distance, see what’s goin' down

I’ll be Dennis Hopper, you be Thelma (or Louise)

We’ll kick up dust as the sun strobes through the trees

And we’ll have ourselves a real Easy Ride

A Motel hoarding looms out of the dust

Abandoned steelworks glowing with rust

Watching all those telegraph wires

Follow the eternal yellow line

We’re on the Road again!

We’re on the Road

And I’m half hoping that some guy in a truck

Is gonna chase me through the landscape (be just my luck)

I wanna stop at diners where they spit on the floor

And give you long, cold looks when you walk through the door

Rivers getting deeper, mountains getting high

Roads are getting smaller 'neath the bigger, bluer sky

Bridges made of matchwood in a country made of iron

And «Jesus Saves» — if you believe the signs

Fin-tailed Caddies and thick milk shakes

Dunkin' Donuts and screeching brakes

Tarantino makes it all live again

(With a 'Motherfucker' dropped in, every now and then)

We’re on the road…

And far from the Freeway

Where we find your inner heart

Of Cowboys and Cacti, Meth Labs and Mountains

Holes in the desert with the bodies of gangsters

Or Indians from the movies…

Rattlesnakes

And Salt Lakes

All here

All true

Under the unrelenting sun

And deep underground

They’re at Def Con One

I’ve seen this town in ruins, its bridges broken twice

I’ve seen it take an earthquake, bombarded by ice

Attacked by giant lizards and levelled to the ground

I’ve seen it in the future when there’s no-one around

But you can still buy a pizza

And half the region’s folklore comes from the city jails

Whether it’s Clint or Johnny Cash, the underdog prevails

I’ve walked the Wharf with James Bond, seen Gandalf lift the bridge

I was safely in England when the aliens made their pitch