Новый Том Вейтс

6 августа по-европейски или 7 августа по-американски состоялась премьера нового клипа Тома нашего Уэйтса. Именно так будет вернее, чем в заголовке.

Режиссером стал весьма неоднозначный персонаж и манипулятор из Калифорнии Matt Mahurin, который сделал О. Джея Симпосна совсем ч0рным на обложке журнала Тайм.

Видео сделано на композицию Hell Broke Luce с альбома Bad As Me, записанного на Anti Records в 2011 году. Название перепевает известную идиому all hell broke loose, конечно.

Выступив в ритмичной манере солдатской строевой читки, Том отправляет слушателей в путешествие по дорогам действительности, где сломанный реальный мир очень напоминает хорошо отремонтированную Преисподнюю и наоборот.

Персональный ад каждого начинается не там, где начинаются владения Люка-Люцифера, но там, где заканчивается человек.

В конце художник риторически вопрошает: "Так что же дальше"? Что-то такое носится в воздухе.

Эта песня похлеще Фауста будет.

Левой! Правой! Левой!

Hell Broke Luce
I had a good home but I left
I had a good home but I left, right, left
That big fucking bomb made me deaf, deaf
A Humvee mechanic put his Kevlar on wrong
I guarantee you’ll meet up with a suicide bomb
Hell broke luce
Hell broke luce

Big fucking ditches in the middle of the road
You pay a hundred dollars just for fillin’ in the hole
Listen to the general every goddamn word
How many ways can you polish up a turd
Left, right, left, left, right
Left, right
Hell broke luce
Hell broke luce
Hell broke luce

How is it that the only ones responsible for making this mess
Got their sorry asses stapled to a goddamn desk
Hell broke luce
Hell broke luce
Left, right, left

What did you do before the war?
I was a chef, I was a chef
What was your name?
It was Geoff, Geoff
I lost my buddy and I wept, wept
I come down from the meth
So I slept, slept
I had a good home but I left, left
Pantsed at the wind for a joke
I pranced right in with the dope
Glanced at her shin she said nope
Left, right, left

Nimrod Bodfish have you any wool
Get me another body bag the body bag’s full
My face was scorched, scorched
I miss my home I miss my porch, porch
Left, right, left

Can I go home in March? March
My stanch was a chin full of soap
That rancid dinner with the pope
Left, right, left

Kelly Presutto got his thumbs blown off
Sergio’s developing a real bad cough
Sergio’s developing a real bad cough
Hell broke luce
Hell broke luce
Hell broke luce

Boom went his head away
And boom went Valerie
What the hell was it that the president said?
Give him a beautiful parade instead
Left, right, left

When I was over here I never got to vote
I left my arm in my coat
My mom she died and never wrote
We sat by the fire and ate a goat
Just before he died he had a toke
Now I’m home and I’m blind
And I’m broke
What is next