Давно не писала о впечатлениях о саундтреке Карнавала.
Итак, после первого прослушивания. Второе место разделили Эмили и Здунич. Про песню Куклы я уже писала, так что очередь Дьявола.
О содержании много сказать не могу. Потому что до сих пор, прослушивание протекает так:
"Надо бы вслушаться в текст. Так начинается... Голос Здунича...голос Здунича... я в раю... голос Здунича... А что песня уже закончилась?"
Нельзя людям такой голос давать, нельзя. У некоторых на нем фиксация развиться может...
не будем показывать пальцемА текст можно посмотреть и без звука, да. Он, между прочим тоже хорош.
ТекстA sheep has left the fold
Hoofbeats go a trotting, trotting
Up to Heaven bold
At the gates a knocking, knocking
Sheep in wolfish clothes
Holy jaws are dropping
Up in Heaven's fold
Plant my hooves, my hooks, my books
Once upon a time
Heaven was a tower, tower
Tethered in its pride
Cast us grapes as sour, sour
Thought the ink was dried
But Hellish gardens flowered
Ivy to be climbed
Spread my filth, my wings, my weeds, my weeds
My fairest wheels are turning
Hark! The angels wailed
Bedtime is a-burning, burning
We've got grace for sale
How the worm is turning, turning
Lay you down to sleep
With wicked little stories
Count your missing sheep
Shed my skin, my fleece, my sin, my worms
They burrow up the line
Serpents in the branches
Branching up those crooked vines
Vultures of a feather hatching
Circus lullabies
Carousels a-ramping
Up to heaven
I raise my Hell, my Caine, my stakes, my snakes
Tongues, tongues
Slither in the mud
That's how a carnival grows, my son
Tongues, tongues
Slither in the psalms
That's how a carnival grows
All these fickle beasts
Heaven hath rejected
Lapping glory from our teats
Each of them is tested, bless'ed
Cast down for your sin
Come here for redemption
We've got grace for cheap
We've got grace for cheap
Lest you end up bested
Lost and torn to shreds
Dissected
Tongues, tongues
Slither in the mud
Slither in the mud
Slither in the mud
That's how a carnival grows, my son
That's how a carnival grows
Tongues, tongues
Slither in the psalms
Slither in the psalms
Slither in the psalms
That's how a carnival grows, my son
That's how a carnival grows
Fa la la
It's off to Hell we go
Cross your heart and hope to die
It's off to Hell we go
Fa la la
It's off to Hell we go
Stick a needle in your eye
It's off to Hell we go
(Fa la la
It's off to Hell we go
Cross your heart and hope to die
It's off to Hell we go
Fa la la
It's off to Hell we go
Stick a needle in your eye
It's off to Hell we go
Fa la la
It's off to Hell we go
Cross your heart and hope to die
It's off to Hell we go
Fa la la
It's off to Hell we go
Stick a needle in your eye
It's off to Hell we go
Fa la la
It's off to Hell we go
Cross your heart and hope to die
It's off to Hell