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Грузин Джо и прочие герои Эла Стюарта

Живёт на загнивающем вот уже которое столетие Западе такой шотландский дяденька Эл Стюарт. В 1970-е он был весьма популярным фолк-исполнителем (с регулярными экскурсиями в фолк-рок), фолк-исполнителем он и остался по сей день - разве что из моды вышел. Эта мелочь, как вы понимаете, не мешает талантливым людям записывать хорошие песни - Эл и записывает. Причём частенько пишет на исторические темы. Именно поэтому я о нём и вспомнил. В 1995-м Стюарт выпустил альбом «Between the Wars», целиком посвящённый периоду 1919-1939 годов. И в этом альбоме имеется песня под занимательным названием «Joe the Georgian» («грузин Джо»). Вы, конечно, догадались, о ком она - и, конечно, песня прекрасно в тематику сего блога вписывается. Предлагаю ознакомиться с нею, а также с её текстом - он довольно интересен.


Now I've got my payment
For the service that I gave
They've given me my ticket
To this place beyond the grave
I suppose it's kind of funny
I suppose it's kind of sad
Thinking back on all the times we had

But it's kind of hot and smoky
In this ante-room to Hell
And I won't make up a story
'Cause you know the truth so well
It's much too late to worry
That we never had a chance
And when Joe the Georgian gets here
We will dance, dance dance
When Joe the Georgian gets here
We will dance

We all set off together
On this sorry ship of state
When the captain took the fever
We were hijacked by the mate
And he steered us through the shadows
Upon an angry tide
And cast us one by one over the side

But it's kind of hot and smoky
In this ante-room to Hell
And I won't make up a story
'Cause you know the truth so well
It's much too late to worry
That we never had a chance
And when Joe the Georgian gets here
We will dance, dance dance
When Joe the Georgian gets here
We will dance

There's Kamenev, Zinoviev,
Bukharin and the rest
We're sharpening our pitchforks
And we're heating up the ends
We've got a few surprises
For the mate when he appears
I hope he likes the next few million years

And it's kind of hot and smoky
In this anteroom to Hell
And I won't make up a story
'Cause you know the truth so well
It's much too late to worry
That we never had a chance
And when Joe the Georgian gets here
We will dance, dance dance
When Joe the Georgian gets here
We will dance

Интересно, что Эл не принимает чьей-то стороны в данной истории - бывшие товарищи Джо ждут его не где-нибудь, а в Аду. То есть все хороши - а ведь можно было бы ожидать слёзок по «Каменеву, Зиновьеву, Бухарину и остальным». Приятно ещё, что песня имеет русскую мелодику - стилизованную, конечно, но тем не менее. И очень хорошо запоминается.

Эл далеко не в первый раз затронул в своём творчестве советскую тематику. Первый его опыт относится к 1973-му, когда он на своём первом же популярном альбоме «Past, Present & Future» записал аж восьмиминутную песню «Roads to Moscow», посвящённую Великой Отечественной войне, на которую его вдохновил «Архипелаг ГУЛаг»:


They crossed over the border the hour before dawn
Moving in lines through the day
Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground where they lay
Waiting for orders we held in the wood - word from the front never came
By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
Ah, softly we move through the shadows, slip away through the trees
Crossing their lines in the mists in the fields on our hands and our knees
And all that I ever was able to see
The fire in the air glowing red silhouetting the smoke on the breeze
All summer they drove us back through the Ukraine
Smolyensk and Viyasma soon fell
By autumn we stood with our backs to the town of Orel
Closer and closer to Moscow they come - riding the wind like a bell
General Guderian stands at the crest of the hill
Winter brought with her the rains, oceans of mud filled the roads
Gluing the tracks of their tanks to the ground while the sky filled with snow
And all that I ever was able to see
The fire in the air glowing red silhouetting the snow on the breeze
In the footsteps of Napoleon the shadow figures stagger through the winter
Falling back before the gates of Moscow,
Standing in the wings like an avenger
And far away behind their lines the partisans are stirring in the forest
Coming unexpectedly upon their outposts, growing like a promise
You'll never know, you'll never know
Which way to turn, which way to look, you'll never see us
As we're stealing through the blackness of the night
You'll never know, you'll never hear us
And the evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming
The morning road leads to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming
Two broken Tigers on fire in the night flicker their souls to the wind
We wait in the lines for the final approach to begin
It's been almost four years that I've carried a gun
At home it'll almost be spring
The flames of the Tigers are lighting the road to Berlin
Ah, quickly we move through the ruins that bow to the ground
The old men and children they send out to face us, they can't slow us down
And all that I ever was able to see
The eyes of the city are opening now it's the end of the dream
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Now you can taste it in the wind, the war is over
And I listen to the clicking of the train wheels as we roll across the border
And now they ask me of the time
That I was caught behind their lines and taken prisoner
"They only held me for a day, a lucky break", I say;
They turn and listen closer
I'll never know, I'll never know
Why I was taken from the line and all the others
To board a special train and journey deep into the heart of holy Russia
And it's cold and damp in the transit camp, and the air is still and sullen
And the pale sun of October whispers the snow will soon be coming
And I wonder when I'll be home again and the morning answers
"Never"
And the evening sighs and the steely Russian skies go on forever

Думаю, уважаемой публике не будет неинтересно узнать, что Эл сочинил этот номер на пару с барабанщиком Queen Роджером Тейлором (который ко всему играет в ней на ударных и поёт второй вокал).

В 1978-м вышел один из двух самых популярных дисков Стюарта, «Time Passages». На нём есть песня «Valentina Way» - которая, впрочем, судя по тексту, вряд ли про Терешкову:


Find another lover tomorrow
Go find another lover today
You've been so long on lonely street
That you're surely falling into decay

It's time to reconstruct yourself
Time to test the water again
Well, it's sad to see
It's a tragedy that you're wasting away

Look around, tell me
Is it really worth the price
That you pay?
On Valentina way

I don't think she's ready to listen
I don't think she wants to come back
The atmosphere's too cold in here
To attract a butterfly like that

I think she took the boat-train out
Maybe caught the night express
She's got devious lies
And chameleon eyes

And she can't care less
Oh, buy yourself a ticket
On anything leaving today
From Valentina way

Oh, the rain comes down
And shines up the stars
Oh, the night steps out
In streetlights and bars
To the sounds of guitars
Listen

В 1984-м Эл после длительной паузы выпустил диск «Russians & Americans», целиком посвящённый актуальным политическим сюжетам того времени. На нём есть титульная песня:


So here we stand at the edge of 1984, bracing ourselves once again,
for the storm approaching is those who long before huddled in caves from
the rain.
The enemy's face is so hard to see,
sometimes it seems that I see him in you,
sometimes in me.
Who can it be?
No use consulting the prophets and leaders,
they all disagree.

Russians and Americans,
here's a song for you, who carry the weight of the world on your head.
Russians and Americans,
tell me if it's true, you really believe all the things that you've said,
the red-white-and-blue running into the red.

>From the wars of Europe, the pilgrim fathers set off with their hopes
and their bond,
some settled down by the coast, others cross the mountains and into the
flatlands beyond.
>From the scramble and dust of Muscovite streets,
merchants develop the trade routes,
and open the Door to the East.
Pioneer waves
choked by the cold breath of winter,
and baked by the heat of the day.

Russians and Americans,
passing through the fire of revolution and coming of age.
Russians and Americans,
driven by desire, two players push to the front of the stage,
the whole world now watches each move that you make.

Two runners caught in the thrill of the race,
the finishing line is as far as the stars that the satellites chase,
why quicken the pace?
Why does it seem that you choose to lose reason
before losing face?

Russians and Americans,
driven by the past, the third world moves in the shadows you cast.
Russians and Americans,
can turn the world to dust, so much to live for, so much undiscussed,
so much in common and so little trust.

>From the streets of Athens and Rome the voices still echo to crumbling walls.
Look to the past and remember that no empire rises that sooner or later
won't fall.
Forever the changes we still have to face,
some people say a country is more and idea than a place.
Though nothing is safe,
we still choose the mark that we leave on the open canvas of space.

Russians and Americans,
maybe you should see into the heart of the world, not it's head.
Russians and Americans,
if you want to be the beat of the world, better mind where you tread,
the footsteps of history are left where you step.

So here we stand at the edge of 1984.

И ещё присутствует забавная фантазия «In Red Square» - песенка тут, а текст - здесь:

It's a shame about Stalin, the curator said
He really was one of the best
Just look at the detail on that head
Too bad to melt him down with the rest
But since they wrote him out of the history books
Nobody gives him a second look
It's amazing how little time it took
And now he's never gonna get his statue up in Red Square
I remember Krushchev, the old man said
He had real strength in his jaw
The setting sun would turn his skull pale red
But now they've packed him off to the store
He used to know how to stir things up back then
Banging his shoe on the table at the UN
He said he'd bury the west again and again
But now he's never gonna get his statue up in Red Square
Too bad about Lenin, the old man sighed
he really had quite a run
For seventy years he was idolized
Even though he missed most of the fun
But the new revolution promised everyone cars
So they burned down the Kremlin and brought back the Tsars
Now they're spraying blue paint over all the red stars
And he doesn't even have his picture up in Red Square


Вот нашёлся перевод оной - увы, неудачный, переводчик, похоже, не вкурил, о чём песня. Но пусть будет.

Диск не был слишком уж популярен, пожалуй, это последний альбом Эла, который пользовался хоть каким-то коммерческим успехом. Что, как я уже говорил, отнюдь не остановило его - последний на данный момент диск артиста вышел не так уж и давно, в 2008-м, причём ценит он своё позднее творчество куда выше, чем то, что принесло ему популярность.

Вот такой самобытный и необычный исполнитель, неравнодушный к нашей многострадальной Родине.
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