Гремучая смесь.

Предупреждение: большая часть этой главы состоит из текста песен. Но самое главное в конце. Прошу не перелистывать. Можно включить эти песни или же фестиваль и параллельно читать. _________________________________________________________________________________ - Green Day, ваш выход! На сцене темно. Звучат первые аккорды, софиты начинают освещать сцену. Билли Джо Армстронг начинает играть, в своё время нашумевшую песню - "American Idiot". Теперь свет полностью освещает сцену. Музыку подхватывает Тре, Майк и Джейсон. БиДжей начинает петь: - Don't wanna be an American idiot. Don't want a nation under the new mania. And can you hear the sound of hysteria? The subliminal mind fuck America. Армстронг поёт. Но что-то не так в его произношении. Язык как-будто заплетается. Он что, пьян? - Welcome to a new kind of tension. All across the alienation. Everything isn't meant to be okay. Television dreams of tomorrow. We're not the ones who're meant to follow. For that's enough to argue. Well maybe I'm the faggot America. I'm not a part of a redneck agenda. Now everybody do the propaganda. And sing along in the age of paranoia. Welcome to a new kind of tension. All across the alienation. Everything isn't meant to be okay. Television dreams of tomorrow. We're not the ones who're meant to follow. For that's enough to argue. Проигрыш. БиДжей говорит что-то, но получаются бессмысленные, бессвязные предложения. - Hey, hey, hey! Толпа начинает заводиться. Песня делает своё дело. БиДжей выдаёт тираду, не скрывая чувств и мата. Билли, что ты делаешь, в зале много детей! - Don't wanna be an American idiot. One nation controlled by the media. Information age of hysteria. It's calling out to idiot America. Welcome to a new kind of tension. All across the alienation. Everything isn't meant to be okay. Television dreams of tomorrow. We're not the ones who're meant to follow. For that's enough to argue. Не успел закончится Американский Идиот, сразу играет следующая песня. "Holiday". - Hear the sound of the falling rain Coming down like an Armageddon flame (Hey!) The shame the ones who died without a name Hear the dogs howlin' out of key To a hymn called Faith and Misery (Hey!) And plead, the company lost the war today I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives On holiday - Hear the drum pounding out of time Another protestor has crossed the line (Hey!) To find, the money's on the other side Can I get another Amen (Amen!) There's a flag wrapped around the score of men (Hey!) A gag, a plastic bag on a monument I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives On holiday Zeig Heil to the president gasman Bombs away is your punishment Pulverize the Eiffel towers Who criticize your government Bang bang goes the broken glass man Kill all the fags that don't agree Triumph by fires, setting fire It's not a way that's meant for me Just cause Just cuz we're on holiday I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives Мм, следующая песня - "Fuck Time". - I'll drop your laundry and slam the door. I don't want your love so give me more! I'm a beggar but I don't want a dime Oh baby baby it's fuck time. You know I really wanna make you mine. Oh baby baby it's fuck time. There's nothing left to say. Take a look into my eyes. I wanna hold you 'til you're paralyzed. Oh Amanda Jones, your holy grace! I wanna choke you 'til you're blue in the face, Your dirty thoughts and a dirty mind. Oh baby baby it's fuck time. You know I really wanna make you mine. Oh baby baby it's fuck time. There's nothing left to say. Take a look into my eyes. I wanna hold you 'til you're paralyzed. Take a look into my eyes. I wanna hold you 'til you're paralyzed. Take a look into my eyes. I wanna hold you 'til you're paralyzed. Начинается "Longview". Одна из немногих песен, в которых можно чётко услышать бас Майка. - I sit around and watch the tube but nothing's on I change the channels for an hour or two Twiddle my thumbs just for a bit I'm sick of all the same old shit In a house with unlocked doors And I'm fucking lazy Bite my lip and close my eyes Take me away to paradise I'm so damn bored I'm going blind And I smell like shit Мм, а это интересно. Билли Джо спускается в зал. Не каждая звезда решится на такое, вдруг разорвут. - Peel me off this Velcro seat and get me moving I sure as hell can't do it by myself I'm feeling like a dog in heat Barred indoors from the summer street I locked the door to my own cell And I lost the key - Bite my lip and close my eyes Take me away to paradise I'm so damn bored I'm going blind And I smell like shit I got no motivation Where is my motivation? No time for the motivation Smoking my inspiration Билли Джо шатается, чуть не падает. Но его успевают подхватывать. Задурманенный взгляд. Он точно пьян. - Hey, hey, hey! I sit around and watch the phone, But no one's calling Call me pathetic, call me what you will My mother says to get a job But she don't like the one she's got When masturbation's lost its fun You're fucking lonely So, bite my lip and close my eyes Take me away to paradise I'm so damn bored, I'm going blind And loneliness has to suffice Bite my lip and close my eyes I'm slipping away to paradise Some say, quit or I'll go blind But it's just a myth БиДжей вызывает на сцену девушку. Не очень мудро с его стороны заставлять подниматься её в таком платье. Они обнимаются, Билли целует её на счастье и она уходит. Oh, love... - Oh, love, Oh, love, Won't you rain on me tonight? Oh, life, Oh, life, Please don't pass me by. Don't stop, Don't stop, Don't stop when the red lights flash. Oh, ride, Free ride, Won't you take me close to you? Far away, Far away, Waste away tonight, I'm wearing my heart on a noose. Far away, Far away, Waste away tonight, Tonight my heart's on the loose. Oh, lights And action, I just can't be satisfied. Oh, losers And choosers, Won't you please hold on my life? Oh, hours And hours, Like the dog years of the day. Old story, Same old story, Won't you see the lights of day? Far away, Far away, Waste away tonight, I'm wearing my heart on a noose. Far away, Far away, Waste away tonight, Tonight my heart's on the loose. Talk myself out of feeling, Talk my way out of control, Talk myself out of falling in love, Falling in love with you. Oh, love, Oh, love, Won't you rain on me tonight? Oh, ride, Free ride, Won't you take me close to you? - Oh, love, Oh, love, Won't you rain on me tonight? Oh, ride, Free ride, Won't you take me close to you? Far away, Far away, Waste away tonight, I'm wearing my heart on a noose. Far away, Far away, Waste away tonight, Tonight my heart's on the loose. Far away, Far away, Waste away tonight, I'm wearing my heart on a noose. Far away, Far away, Waste away tonight, Tonight my heart's on the loose. Tonight my heart's on the loose. Tonight my heart's on the loose. - St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade Light of the silhouette He's insubordinate Coming at you on account of 1,2. 1, 2, 3, 4 My name is Jimmy And you better not wear it out Suicide commando that your momma talked about King of the forty theives And I'm here to represent That needle in the vein of the establishment I'm the patron saint of the denial With an angel face and a taste for suicidal Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe Raised in the city in the hail of lights The product of war and fear that we've been victimized I'm the patron saint of the denial With an angel face and a taste for suicidal - You talkin' to me? - ST. JIMMY! My name is St. Jimmy I'm a son of a gun I'm the one that's from the way outside A teenage assasin executing some fun In the cult of the life of crime I really hate to say it But I told you so So shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boy Welcome to the club and give me some blood And the resident leader At the lost and found It's comedy and tragedy It's St. Jimmy And that's my name. ... and don't fucking wear it out! Пришло время настоящего панка! - Do you have the time to listen to me whine About NOTHING and EVERYTHING all at once I am one of those Melodramatic fools Neurotic to the bone No doubt about it Sometimes I give myself the CREEPS Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me It all keeps adding up I think I'm CRACKING UP Am I just PARANOID? Or am I just STONED I went to a shrink To analyze my dreams SHE says it's lack of sex that's bringing me down I went to a whore HE said my life's a bore So quit my whining cause it's bringing HER down Sometimes I give myself the CREEPS Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me It all keeps adding up I think I'm CRACKING UP Am I just PARANOID? Grasping to CONTROL... Что за дерьмо? Я не буду играть эту грёбную песню. Это шутка? Одна грёбаная минута. Одна. Грёбаная. Минута. Это всё, что вы можете мне дать? Все смотрите на экран! Одна минута?! Вы шутите! Это шутка. Что за дерьмо? Я играю с 1988 года. Я не какой-то так грёбаный Джастин Бибер, вы, мудаки! Одна минута! О, простите, уже ничего не осталось. Я покажу вам одну минуту! Треск. Билли Джо разбивает гитару. Майк тоже. - Одна грёбаная минута. Бог любит вас. Мы вернёмся. Опять треск. Билли Джо кидает микрофон и уходит. Уходят все. *** - БиДжей, что это была за хуйня? - начал тираду Кул. - Отвали. - Нет, ты скажи. Какого хрена? Я понимаю конечно, весьма неуважительно со стороны организаторов то, что они урезали нам время из-за Бибера и Рианны. Но... Зачем ты так вспылил? - Майк был в недоумении. - Отвали. - Армстронг, дыхни-ка. - вдруг сказала Эдриэнн. - Ну вот, и что? - Армстронг, да ты пьян! Ты стал грёбаным алкоголиком! - Да отвалите все от меня! Я считаю, что сделал всё правильно. Какого хрена они урезали нам время? Из-за каких-то малолеток! - Успокойся. - Нет, с меня хватит. Я ухожу. Не ищите меня. Надо будет, сам вернусь.