воскресенье, 20 января 2008
Осторожно, много-много цитат!Look out the window.
And doesn't this remind you of when you were in the boat?
And then later that night,
you were lying, looking up at the ceiling,
and the water in your head...
was not dissimilar from the landscape,
and you think to yourself, "Why is it that the landscape...
is moving,
but... the boat is still ?"
Have you got any tobacco?
Stupid fucking white man.
Did you kill the white man who killed you?
Why don't we...
Maybe we should...
What should we do?
The bears got home. Papa said,
"Somebody here ate all our porridge."
And he scalped her,
and he tore her head off her body.
And he took that golden hair, and he made a sweater for baby bear.
You cannot stop the clouds by the building of a ship.
I seem to have misplaced my eyeglasses.
I can't see clearly.
Perhaps you will see more clearly without them.
Lee! It's him!
You William Blake?
Yes, I am.
Do you know my poetry?
[ Rifle Shot ]
Some are born to endless night.
Do you still have my eyeglasses?
No. I traded 'em.
- You traded them? - Do you have any tobacco?
No. I traded it.
- For what? - I'm not telling.
- Liar. - Thief.
God damn your soul to the fires of hell.
He already has.
Настроение не смогли испортить даже здоровенные белые русские субтитры, которые не убираются.
@музыка:
Neil Young - Dead Man End Title
@настроение:
fuckin' happy!! =)))