"But still I say
Maybe we could divide it in two
Maybe my animals live in Your Zoo
Maybe......... I'm in love with You…".
"Maybe" by Brainstorm
Dear, I don’t wanna share it in two,
We can’t live together, ‘cause you’re like a zoo.
Nasty little creatures hide into your hair
It is very shameful to point out where.
I would swear, baby, they are not from me,
My ones look so pretty! Honey, don’t you see?!
I am hardly able not to mind this clue,
Let another cretin visit the wrong zoo!
Моё сочинение, написанное в тюряге в 1955 году, когда я мотал срок в Мэмфисе, штат Теннэси:
The warden threw a party in the county jail. The prison band was there and they began to wail. The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing. You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing. Let's rock, everybody, let's rock. Everybody in the whole cell block was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.
Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone, Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone. The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang, the whole rhythm section was the Purple Gang. Let's rock, everybody, let's rock. Everybody in the whole cell block was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.
Number forty-seven said to number three: "You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see. I sure would be delighted with your company, come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me." Let's rock, everybody, let's rock. Everybody in the whole cell block was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.
The sad sack was a sittin' on a block of stone way over in the corner weepin' all alone. The warden said, "Hey, buddy, don't you be no square. If you can't find a partner use a wooden chair." Let's rock, everybody, let's rock. Everybody in the whole cell block was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.
Shifty Henry said to Bugs, "For Heaven's sake, no one's lookin', now's our chance to make a break." Bugsy turned to Shifty and he said, "Nix nix, I wanna stick around a while and get my kicks." Let's rock, everybody, let's rock. Everybody in the whole cell block was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.
НАташа Р.! Вашей шуткой разволновали не на шутку старого меломана, шлю мой серьёзный ответ:
Даже теперь мальчик-мечта.
“Всё в порядке, мама, Я с тобой на небесах”, До сих пор поём упрямо, Неся Элвиса в сердцах. Ворвался с песнями в наш мир, Поя баллады, вопя рок. И мир узнал, каков кумир Несясь на Запад и Восток. И гремел “Тюремный рок”, Ворча:”Люби меня нежно”, Каков кумиру будет рок, Во вьюге жизни снежной. LA, Москва, Маями… Что Ты наделал с нами?
Where are you been all day? Why you are smiling? It's not holiday. Let me check your wondeful hair. Who, not me, take about you care. Wow! It's miracle, what I have see. It does not matter you ask me for mercy. That's all jumping and amaizing creatures! No! I have to take a few pictures. You are guilty, please bend your khee. And newer share the bed with me.