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The Weight

I pulled in to Nazareth, was feeling 'bout half past dead
I just need some place where I can lay my head
'Hey mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?'
He just grinned and shook my hand, 'No' was all he said

I picked up my bag, I went looking for a place to hide
When I saw Carmen and the Devil walking side by side
I said 'Hey Carmen, come on, let's go downtown'
She said 'I gotta go but my friend can stick around'


- The Band



Hurricane

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jail house
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.


- Bob Dylan

Najveća tajna svih vremena!

28.02.2005., ponedjeljak

Zašto je nebo plavo?

Bila jednom jedna djevojčica. Recimo da joj je ime bilo Ivana.
Ivana je živjela u svom rodnom gradu. Bila je uvijek sretna i vesela, imala je mnogo prijateljica i često se pitala zašto je nebo plavo. Uskoro je krenula u školu gdje je naučila čitati,pisati, zbrajati i oduzimati. Nakon škole često bi ispred zgrade igrala gumi-gumi sa mlađom sestrom. Do petog razreda, već je mnogo naučila o državama koje se nalaze naopačke na kugli; znala je gdje je sjever a gdje jug, gdje je istok i gdje je zapad. Ali još uvijek nije znala zašto je nebo plavo.

Onda je počeo rat. Ivana je zajedno sa sestrom i mamom došla u moj grad, a tata je otišao u vojsku. Ubrzo je tata poginuo ostavivši za sobom troje usamljenih u novom gradu. Malo pomalo sjeta je zamjenila tugu pa je Ivana stekla nove prijatelje i sa sestrom opet igrala gumi-gumi. Ispred njihove nove zgrade.
Mama se teže nosila sa sobom pa je odlučila naći novog muža. Jednog jutra Ivana je našla poruku na kuhinjskom stolu: 'Draga Ivana, otišla sam sa novim tatom u drugi grad. Meni je sve ovo preteško, ali on je zaključio da je ovako najbolje za sve. U većem gradu su i veće prilike za posao. Nemoj biti tužna i brinuti, jer ja ću ti svaki mjesec slati novce za hranu, stan i režije. I često ću te posjećivati. Ti si već dovoljno stara da brineš za sebe i posebno za svoju mlađu sestru. Pazi da bude dobra u školi i pomaži joj oko zadaća. Znaš da je muči matematika. A ti moraš biti jaka i hrabra. Voli te mama.'

Te iste godine Ivana je krenula u prvi razred srednje škole. Bila je djevojka bez ljepote a 'djevojka je bez ljepote nesretna, jer ostaje bez ikakva izgleda da bude voljena. Istinu govoreći, nitko joj se ne ruga niti prema njoj okrutno postupa; no kao da je prozirna, nijedan je pogled ne prati u prolazu.'
Kad je mlađa sestra završila osnovnu školu preselila se k mami i novom tati. Ivana je ostala sama. Ustvari, ne posve sama, imala je dvije, tri prijateljice s kojima bi svakodnevno odlazila sa nastave na cigarete,vodke, vino, tablete... Uskoro je završila srednju školu i upisala fakultet.

Polako su se sve njene patnje počele gasiti i sad je već postala zrela, samosvjesna mlada žena koja će ubrzo diplomirati. Bila je gotovo sretna. Pronašla je opet nove prijatelje s kojima bi zajedno učila,odlazila na kave, u kino, predstave... Sad je još samo željela pronaći nekoga tko će je voljeti onakvu kakva jest... Bila je uplašena i pitala se hoće li ostati sama do kraja života. Tražila je svugdje, i u svima je vidjela onog pravog. Ali tek kad je prestala tražiti on je pronašao nju. Poljubili su se i bili zajedno dugo vremena. Više nije bilo moguće isključiti nju bez njega, sve je bilo podređeno i predodređeno jedno drugome. Uskoro su se zaručili i odlučili vjenčati jer je Ivana čekala dijete. Sad je tek ponekad, kad bi sama šetala gradom ili ležala u krevetu, pomislila na rat, tatu, mamu ili sestru i samo na trenutak bi joj srce malo jače zakucalo. Sve je bilo u redu.

Nekoliko mjeseci kasnije, Ivana je spavala kad je u 1.47. u noći zazvonio telefon. Još uvijek u polusnu podigla je slušalicu i čula nepoznati ženski glas s druge strane linije. – Jeste li vi Ivana K.?
- Da, jesam.
-Vaš zaručnik nalazio se u automobilu koji je vozio N.N.
-Da?
-Prije pola sata izletjeli su sa ceste. Hitna pomoć je brzo došla na mjesto nesreće ali, nažalost, on je već bio mrtav... Žao mi je.


Danas Marko ima četiri godine i kad je lijepo vrijeme često ide s mamom u šetnju. Prolaze ulicama, odlaze u park gdje gledaju golubove i drveće, ali mama nikad ne gleda gore i nikad se ne pita zašto je nebo plavo.

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In The Garden

The streets are always wet with rain
After a summer shower when I saw you standin'
In the garden in the garden wet with rain
You wiped the teardrops from your eye in sorrow
As we watched the petals fall down to the ground
And as I sat beside you I felt the
Great sadness that day in the garden
And then one day you came back home
You were a creature all in rapture
You had the key to your soul
And you did open that day you came back to the garden
The olden summer breeze was blowin' on your face
The light of God was shinin' on your countenance divine
And you were a violet colour as you
Sat beside your father and your mother in the garden
The summer breeze was blowin' on your face
Within your violet you treasure your summery words
And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine
Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden
And you went into a trance
Your childlike vision became so fine
And we heard the bells inside the church
We loved so much
And felt the presence of the youth of
Eternal summers in the garden
And as it touched your cheeks so lightly
Born again you were and blushed and we touched each other lightly
And we felt the presence of the Christ
And I turned to you and I said
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the father in the garden
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father and the
Son and the Holy Ghost
In the garden wet with rain...


- Van Morrison

Field of Diamonds

Field of diamonds in the sky, worlds are whirling right on by.
Are you wondering who am I? Fields of diamonds in the sky.
Am I just a star in some crown?
Or someone’s life sun going down, down, down?
Field of diamonds in the sky, silent beauty shining high.
Are you tears the angels cry? Field of diamonds in the sky

Field of diamonds in the sky, like the night you pass me by.
I could touch you if I tried, fields of diamonds in the sky.
Am I just a star in some crown?
Or someone’s life sun going down, down, down?

Field of diamonds in the sky, silent beauty shining high.
Are you tears the angels cry? Field of diamonds in the sky.


- Johnny Cash



Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis

hey charlie i'm pregnant
and living on the 9th street
right above a dirty bookstore
off euclid avenue
and i stopped takin dope
and i quit drinkin whiskey
and my old man plays the trombone
and works out at the track

and he says that he loves me
even though its not his baby
and he says that he'll raise him up
like he would his own son
and he gave me a ring
that was worn by his mother
and he takes me out dancin
every saturday night.

and hey charlie i think about you
everytime i pass a fillin station
om account of all the grease
you used to wear in your hair
and i still have that record
of little anthony & the imperials
but someone stole my record player
now how do you like that?

hey charlie i almost went crazy
after mario got busted
so i went back to omaha to
live with my folks
but everyone i used to know
was either dead or in prison
so i came back to minneapolis
this time i think i'm gonna stay.

hey charlie i think i'm happy
for the first time since my accident
and i wish i had all the money
that we used to spend on dope
i'd buy me a used car lot
and i wouldn't sell any of em
i'd just drive a different car
every day, dependin on how
i feel

hey charlie for chrissakes
do you want to know the
truth of it?
i don't have a husband
he don't play the trombone
and i need to borrow money
to pay this lawyer
and charlie, hey
i'll be eligible for parole
come valentines day


- Tom Waits