Текст песни The Robin Williams Tunnel (Mark Kozelek) с переводом

I’m writing that because I can

Because I can hold I pen in my hand

We walked along the sand yesterday and we fished on the rocky cove

Cracked mussels for days with a pocket knife

Walking on the rocks ain’t as easy as it was when I was 25

We caught no fish but that was alright

It was the most beautiful day I’ve had so far this year

My spirit was shining bright

We stopped on the way back at the Point Rey Station

I ate an enormous fresh Romaine salad with tomato and onion

I gotta say, it was a beautiful day

I gotta say, it was a beautiful northern California day

We drove back through the Robin Williams Tunnel

Came back and I opened up a Henry Miller novel

He advised to take an hour of your time each week to meditate on your life

And I did that today as I walked down the street

Am I being the best person I can be?

Am I being the best artist that I can be?

Am I being the best boyfriend I can be?

Am I taking care of my health the best that I can be?

I walked through the wharf and my ankle hurt

Walked past Robin Williams' wax figure at the wax museum

I bought jeans one size smaller than usual

Wishful thinking, I could barely even button

So much for my low carb diet

So much for my low carb diet

So much for my low carb diet

I ain’t giving up yet, gonna still keep trying

I came home, turned on the TV

Korea fires missile, Trump fires Comey

Another wonderful day in the wonderful world of TV

Caroline’s at work and the city is quiet and lonely

Was on the phone last night til four or five

Got off the phone, turned on the TV

Newsflash, Chris Cornell died

Went to sleep thinking, probably an overdose

At that point it was super unknown

Went into the studio to do a Happy Birthday video for a friend’s sixtieth

Seems like we were kids when we met and I recently had my fiftieth

By noon we all knew that Chris' death was suicide

Some people are scratching their heads out there, wondering why

George Michael, Chris Cornell, Scott Weiland, Prince

Equals rock and roll, plus drugs, plus middle age can be a lethal mix

Hemingway, Robin Williams, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Keith Emerson

Equals fame, plus aging, plus depression can fuck with your equilibrium

For some maybe life in this town ain’t so pointless

Who knows what goes on in the pits of other peoples' stomachs?

If you think rock and roll is a neverending party

Then why don’t you get that guitar out of your basement and give it a try,

buddy?

You see the performance, the adrenaline rush

But you don’t hear the fights on the phones

Through the hotel walls or on the tour bus

You see the silver screen and the perfectly edited bits

You don’t see the branches breaking off the trees

And the sticks falling into the river, floating adrift

We all want Holden Caulfield out there

Catching kids from falling off the cliff

We all want Holden Caulfield out there

Saving kids from falling off the cliffs

But Holden ain’t there and the kids are losing their kids

And the parents are losing their kids

At the Manchester Arena and the recent London stabbings

Yeah, England’s having a whole slew of bad shit

The loneliest nights can be those after shows

Staring at ceilings at faraway places all alone

Trying to figure out how to work the phone

Calling the front desk over and over asking for extra blankets

My mind gets so overloaded I try to distract myself

By tugging at my own dick to see if I can make something happen

But it usually doesn’t happen so I give up and I quit yanking it

So now I’m in Brisbane watching more shitty news

I get a hold of my girlfriend finally and I sing her the I’m Fucking Tired Blues

I’m just tired, I’m just tired, I’m just tired, I’m just tired, I’m just tired

I’m just tired, I’m just tired, I’m just tired, I’m just tired

If my girlfriend was wired one hundred dollars

For every time she heard that I was tired from an overseas hotel room

She’d receive enough wires to buy a home in Buckinghamshire

So now here I am, flying home from Hobart, Tasmania

And though I met no girls from there who for me anyhow

Displayed a penchant for nymphomania

I played no songs from Def Leppard’s Pyromania

But we did play some AC/DC, Bon Scott era

And I gotta tell ya, Tasmania was more beautiful than Erie, Pennsylvania

My view from the hotel room looked like a multitude of views from the Bay Area

I went to a park and sat on a wet bench and watched the leaves fall

It was early June but it felt like Ottawa, Ontario in the fall

My low carb diet went south down south

I arrived so fucking hungry that I just stuffed my mouth

With whatever was around

Aw, there was prawn fried rice, bread and cheese

And when food was around, I liked to wash it down

With glutinous balls with sweet coconut filling

Served with sweet vanilla ice cream

It’s a very long flight home from Australia

I had to get up and stretch now and then and adjust my genitalia

I watch Deliverance twice and a few episodes of Portlandia

And Dirty Harry and Louis CK, yeah he’s hilarious

Plane headed over Nuku’alofa

Time to Los Angeles, 11 hours and 8 minutes

1,624 miles, distance traveled

Time to Los Angeles, 11 hours and 5 minutes

Headwind, 108 miles per hour

Altitude, 35,002 feet

I don’t like looking at the flight maps

But they’re glowing on the backs of everyone around me’s seat

It’s a long way across the Pacific Ocean

When I land at LAX, I’m gonna turn on my flip phone

To a bunch of texts, it was good to escape them for a week

And when I get to San Francisco

Gonna shut the thing off, give you a kiss, and sleep

I got a few studio days and headed out to my house

Gonna trim a few trees and watch the bees buzz around the lavender

Gonna pick some tomatoes and pick some hot peppers

Gonna write a duet for me and a wonderful singer named Petra

For Via or Pia on the air of Silva Noumea

Long way to go, so I squeezed the hell out of my kitty cat on the sofa

Ground speed, 665 miles per hour

Oh, did I mention the Tasmanians love my impression of

Steven Bauer and Al Pacino, from Scarface

Al Pacino as Sosa: «I like you Tony, there is no lying in you

Unfortunately, I don’t feel the same about the rest of your organization

I’m talking about Omar Suarez

Don’t you fuck me Tony, don’t you ever fuck me»

Steven Bauer as Manny: «It's already 12% of our adjusted growth

It’s not peanuts Tony, I’m telling you man

You need to talk to this Jewish guy Seidelbaum»

«Libertad! Libertad! Libertad! Libertad!»

And now here we are, passing Honolulu

Never been there in my life and honestly I have no desire to

I could spend the rest of my life in San Francisco and New Orleans

And be as happy and serene as the color lime green

I walked around the streets of San Francisco jetlagged

Knocking around like a tranquilized bear

A woman exchanged my foreign money at the bank

And a man at a barbershop cut my hair

Now I’m at home reading Henry Miller and fading in my chair

You’re on the couch with the cat and the cat is scratching her ear

We walked down to Chinatown for Chinese

I had kung pao prawns, you had family style bean curds

We opened our fortune cookies

Yours said, «A leader is powerful to the degree he empowers others»

Mine said, «A great pleasure in life is doing what others say you can’t»