Альбом Watchmen Soundtrack

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting
the passports brown
the beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in
town
here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a
trance
one hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in
his pants
and the riot squad they're restless, they need somewhere to
go
as lady and i look out tonight, from desolation row
Cinderella, she seems so easy, "it takes one to know one,"
she smiles
and puts her hands in her back pockets bette davis style
and in comes romeo, he's moaning. "you belong to me i
believe"
and someone says, "you're in the wrong place, my friend, you
better leave"
and the only sound that's left after the ambulances go
is cinderella sweeping up on desolation row
Now the moon is almost hidden, the stars are beginning to
hide
the fortune telling lady has even taken all her things
inside
all except for cain and abel and the hunchback of notre dame
Everybody is making love or else expecting rain
and the good samaritan, he's dressing, he's getting ready
for the show
he's going to the carnival tonight on desolation row
Now ophelia, she's 'neath the window for her i feel so
afraid
on her twenty-second birthday she already is an old maid
to her, death is quite romantic she wears an iron vest
her profession's her religion, her sin is her lifelessness
and though her eyes are fixed upon noah's great rainbow
she spends her time peeking into desolation row
Einstein, disguised as robin hood with his memories in a
trunk
passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous monk
he looked so immaculately frightful as he bummed a cigarette
As he when off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him, but he was famous
long ago
for playing the electric violin on desolation row
Dr. filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup
but all his sexless patients, they're trying to blow it up
now his nurse, some local loser, she's in charge of the
cyanide hole
and she also keeps the cards that read, "have mercy on his
soul"
they all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them blow
if you lean your head out far enough from desolation row
Across the street they've nailed the curtains, they're
getting ready for the feast
the phantom of the opera a perfect image of a priest
they're spoon feeding casanova to get him to feel more
assured
then they'll kill him with self-confidence after poisoning
him with words
and the phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "get outa here
if you don't know
casanova is just being punished for going to desolation row"
Now at midnight all the agents and the superhuman crew
come out and round up everyone that knows more than they do
then they bring them to the factory where the heart-attack
machine
is strapped across their shoulders and then the kerosene
is brought down from the castles by insurance men who go
check to see that nobody is escaping to desolation row
Praise be to nero's neptune the titanic sails at dawn
and everybody's shouting, "which side are you on?"
and ezra pound and t.s. eliot fighting in the captain's
tower
while calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold
flowers
between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flow
and nobody has to think too much about desolation row
Yes, i received your letter yesterday (about the time the
doorknob broke)
when you asked me how i was doing, was that some kind of
joke
all these people that you mention, yes, i know them, they're
quite lame
i had to rearrange their faces and give them all another
name
right now, i can't read too good, don't send me no more
letters no
not unless you mail them from desolation row

Unforgettable, that's what you are
Unforgettable though near or far
Like a song of love that clings to me
How the thought of you does things
to me
Never before has someone been
more

Unforgettable in every way
And forever more, that's how you'll
stay
That's why, darling, it's incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am unforgettable too

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Unforgettable in every way
And forever more, that's how you'll
stay
That's why, darling, it's incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am unforgettable too

Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled,
The battle outside ragin'
Will soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly aging
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets

are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train
And I’s feeling nearly as faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
It rode us all the way to New Orleans.

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna,
I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues.
Windshield wipers slapping time, I was holding Bobby’s hand in mine,
We sang every song that driver knew.

Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing don’t mean nothing honey if it ain’t free, now now.
And feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
You know feeling good was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.

>From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun,
Hey, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Through all kinds of weather, through everything that we done,
Hey Bobby baby kept me from the cold.

One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away,
He’s looking for that home and I hope he finds it,
But I’d trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be holding Bobby’s body next to mine.

Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing, that’s all that Bobby left me, yeah,
But feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
Hey, feeling good was good enough for me, hmm hmm,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.

La la la, la la la la, la la la, la la la la
La la la la la Bobby McGee.
La la la la la, la la la la la
La la la la la, Bobby McGee, la.

La La la, la la la la la la,
La La la la la la la la la, hey now Bobby now Bobby McGee yeah.
Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na na na na
Hey now Bobby now, Bobby McGee, yeah.

Lord, I’m calling my lover, calling my man,
I said I’m calling my lover just the best I can,
C’mon, where is Bobby now, where is Bobby McGee, yeah,
Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Lord!

Yeah! Whew!

Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee.

I'm your boogieman
That's what I am
I'm here to do whatever I can
Be it early mornin', late afternoon
Or at midnight, it's never too soon

To wanna please you
To wanna please you
To wanna do it all, all for you
I wanna be your, be your rubber ball
I wanna be the one, ya love most of all - oh yeah

I'm your boogieman, boogieman (Turn me on)
I'm your boogieman, boogieman (Do what you want)
I'm your boogieman, boogieman (Turn me on)
I'm your boogieman, boogieman (Do what you want)

I'm your boogieman
That's what I am
I'm here to do whatever I can
Be it early mornin', late afternoon
Or at midnight, it's never too soon

To wanna take you
I wanna hold you
I wanna give me all, all to you
And I want you, to completely understand
Just where I'm at, and where I am - oh yeah

I'm your boogieman, boogieman (Turn me on)
I'm your boogieman, boogieman (Do what you want)
I'm your boogieman, boogieman (Turn me on)
I'm your boogieman, boogieman (Do what you want)

I'm your boogieman
That's what I am
I'm here to do whatever I can
Be it early mornin', late afternoon
Or at midnight, it's never too soon

I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you
Yeah we'll be together, you and me
I wanna see you
Ah get near you
I wanna love you
Ah from sundown sunup - oh yeah oh yeah

I'm your boogieman
That's what I am
I'm here to do whatever I can
Be it early mornin', late afternoon
Or at midnight, it's never too soon
To wanna please you
I wanna please you
To wanna do it all, all for you
I wanna be your, be your rubber ball
I wanna be the one
Ya love most of all
I'm your boogieman

(Jay Gorney / Sidney Clare)

You're my thrill
You do something to me
You send chills right through me
When I look at you
'Cause you're my thrill

You're my thrill
How my pulse increases
I just go to pieces
When I look at you
'Cause you're my thrill

Hmmm-nothing seems to matter
Hmmm-here's my heart on a silver platter
Where's my will
Why this strange desire
That keeps morning higher
When I look at you
I cann't keep still
You're my thrill

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Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew her
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah

(Bob Dylan)

There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the theif
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Business men they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
No one will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth

No reason to get exited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us stop talking falsely now
The hour's getting late
Hey

LyricsAll along the watchtower
The princess kept the view
While all the women came
And went bare feet servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were aproaching
And the wind began to howl

Hey
Oh
All along the watchtower
Hear you sing around the watch
Gotta beware gotta beware I will
Yeah, Oh baby
All along the watchtower

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(1928) Bertolt Brecht, Kurt Weill

You people can watch while I'm scrubbing these floors
And I'm scrubbin' the floors while you're gawking
Maybe once ya tip me and it makes ya feel swell
In this crummy Southern town
In this crummy old hotel
But you'll never guess to who you're talkin'.
No. You couldn't ever guess to who you're talkin'.

Then one night there's a scream in the night
And you'll wonder who could that have been
And you see me kinda grinnin' while I'm scrubbin'
And you say, "What's she got to grin?"
I'll tell you.

There's a ship
The Black Freighter
with a skull on its masthead
will be coming in

You gentlemen can say, "Hey gal, finish them floors!
Get upstairs! What's wrong with you! Earn your keep here!
You toss me your tips
and look out to the ships
But I'm counting your heads
as I'm making the beds
Cuz there's nobody gonna sleep here, honey
Nobody
Nobody!

Then one night there's a scream in the night
And you say, "Who's that kicking up a row?"
And ya see me kinda starin' out the winda
And you say, "What's she got to stare at now?"
I'll tell ya.

There's a ship
The Black Freighter
turns around in the harbor
shootin' guns from her bow

Now
You gentlemen can wipe off that smile off your face
Cause every building in town is a flat one
This whole frickin' place will be down to the ground
Only this cheap hotel standing up safe and sound
And you yell, "Why do they spare that one?"
Yes.
That's what you say.
"Why do they spare that one?"

All the night through, through the noise and to-do
You wonder who is that person that lives up there?
And you see me stepping out in the morning
Looking nice with a ribbon in my hair

And the ship
The Black Freighter
runs a flag up its masthead
and a cheer rings the air

By noontime the dock
is a-swarmin' with men
comin' out from the ghostly freighter
They move in the shadows
where no one can see
And they're chainin' up people
and they're bringin' em to me
askin' me,
"Kill them NOW, or LATER?"
Askin' ME!
"Kill them now, or later?"

Noon by the clock
and so still by the dock
You can hear a foghorn miles away
And in that quiet of death
I'll say, "Right now.
Right now!"

Then they'll pile up the bodies
And I'll say,
"That'll learn ya!"

And the ship
The Black Freighter
disappears out to sea
And
on
it
is
me