кинофильм «Natural Born Killers»(p) 1996
режиссер
Waiting For The Miracle [Leonard Cohen]
Rock’n’Roll Nigger [Patti Smith]
Sweet Jane (performed by Cowboy Junkies) [Lou Reed]
You Belong To Me [Bob Dylan]
Back In Baby’s Arms [Patsy Cline]
Forkboy [Lard]
Burn [Nine Inch Nails]
Something I Can Never Have [Nine Inch Nails]
Born Bad [Juliette Lewis]
The Future [Leonard Cohen]
Baby, I’ve been waiting,
I’ve been waiting night and day.
I didn’t see the time,
I waited half my life away.
There were lots of invitations
and I know you sent me some,
but I was waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
I know you really loved me.
but, you see, my hands were tied.
I know it must have hurt you,
it must have hurt your pride
to have to stand beneath my window
with your bugle and your drum,
and me I’m up there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Ah I don’t believe you’d like it,
You wouldn’t like it here.
There ain’t no entertainment
and the judgements are severe.
The Maestro says it’s Mozart
but it sounds like bubble gum
when you’re waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
And Love spreads its legs
And The world spreads its legs for another fuckin’ star
‘Cause I am the all-American Antichrist
I was made in America
And America hates me for what I am
I am your shit
You should be ashamed of what you have eaten
I’m a rock n’ roll nigger!
Baby was a black sheep
Baby was a whore
Baby’s gotten big
And baby’s gettin’ bigger
Baby’s got something
Baby wants more
Baby, Baby, Baby was a rock n’ roll nigger
How do you like the world around you?
Do you like what you see?
How do you like the world around you?
Ready to be…
Outside of society waiting for me
Outside of society where I wanna be
Baby was a black sheep
Baby was a whore
Baby gotten big
And Baby’s gettin’ bigger
Baby’s got a gun
Got her finger on the trigger
Baby, Baby, Baby was a rock n’ roll nigger
Outside of society waiting for me
Outside of society where I wanna be
Nigger, rock n’ roll nigger, I’m a rock n’ roll nigger
This is your world in which we grow
And we will grow to hate you
We will grow to hate you
We will grow, we will grow
We will grow to hate you
We will grow, we will grow
We will grow to hate you
1-2-3-4!
I was lost in the valley of pleasure
I was lost in the infinite sea
I was lost and begging for pleasure
And this world is waiting for me!
Jimi Hendrix was a nigger
Jesus Christ and Grandma, too
Brian Warner… what a nigger!
Nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger
Outside of society waiting for me
Outside of society where I wanna be
Outside of society waiting for me
Outside of society where I wanna be
Anyone who’s ever had a heart
Wouldn’t turn around and break it
Anyone who’s ever played a part
Wouldn’t turn around and break it
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Ah, sweet sweet Jane
Waited for Jimmy down in the alley
Waited for him to come back home
Waited down on the corner
Thinking of ways to get back home
Anyone who’s ever had a dream…
Anyone who’s ever played a part
Anyone’s who’s ever been lonely
Anyone who’s ever split apart
Heavenly blue-eyed roses
Seem to whisper to me…
When you smile
See the pyramids along the Nile
Watch the sunrise from a tropic isle
Just remember darling all the while
You belong to me
See the market place in old Algiers
Send me photographes and souvenirs
Just remember when a dream appears
You belong to me
I’d be so alone without you
Maybe you’d be lonesome too
in blue
Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it’s wet with rain
Just remember till you’re home again
You belong to me
I’d be so alone without you
Maybe you’d be lonesome too
in blue
Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it’s wet with rain
Just remember till you’re home again
You belong to me
I’m back in baby’s arms
How I miss those loving arms
I’m back where I belong
Back in baby’s arms
Don’t know why we quarrel
We never did before
Since we found out how it hurts
I bet we’ll never quarrel anymore
I’m back in baby’s arms
How I miss those loving arms
I’m back where I belong
Back in baby’s arms
Thought I didn’t need his love
Till he took it away
Now I’m back where I belong
In my baby’s arms I gonna stay
I’m back in baby’s arms
How I miss those loving arms
I’m back where I belong
Back in baby’s arms
Back in baby’s arms
A fork is a cold shiny tool
To pierce, tear and ingest
Whoever has the fork in hand
Controls the meal of its choice
We’re told the first few punctures
They’re for our own good
Better carved up in pieces
Than blown up in the oven
Forkboy
Flies by night on stolen fuel
To Santa Rosa, CA
Opens a fake employment office
«Want a job? Go get me drugs»
People desperate for work
Return to quite a surprise
Busted for intent to sell
Cops pay him a bounty
Forkboy skips town
We came
We peed
We conquered
You bleed
The choice:
Fork Boy
Or finger food
Ugly joy
What does it replace?
Why wait
When you can eat yourself alive today
Junk bondage takeover glutton
Ready to bore in
Unfold his rotary blades inside
Pull the guts out and resell them
Buys out his next target
With the last one’s pension funds
Thousands more thrown out of work
So Leona won’t have to settle for a mint
Forkboy
Picked by the FBI
To be the black pied piper
After Dr. King died
Watches soap operas on TV
While 6 billion disappears from HUD
Who are you working for
What did you hope to gain
Why do you hate your past
So much you destroy the ones you love
This world rejects me
This world threw me away
This world never gave me a chance
This world gonna have to pay
Life don’t believe in your institutions
I did what you want me to
Like the cancer in your system
I’ve got a little surprise for you
Something inside of me has opened up its eyes
Why did you put it there did you not realize
This thing inside of me it screams the loudest sound
Sometimes I think I could
Burn
I will kill him where you’re standing
Flock of sheep out on this pay
With all your lies bumped up around you
I can take it all away
Something inside of me has opened up its eyes
Why did you put it there did you not realize
Something inside of me it screams the loudest sound
Sometimes I think I could
I’m gonna burn this whole world down
I never was a part of you — burn
I am your soldier, I am corruption
I am the agent of your destruction
I am perversion sick with desire
I am your future swollen eyes of fire
I still recall the taste of my tears.
echoing your voice just like the ringing in my ears.
my favorite dreams of you still wash ashore.
scraping through my head ’till I don’t want to sleep anymore.
come on tell me.
make this all go away.
you make this all go away.
i’m down to just one thing.
and i’m starting to scare myself.
make this all go away.
you make this all go way.
I just want something.
I just want something I can never have
you always were the one to show me how
back then I couldn’t do the things that I can do now.
this is slowly take me apart.
grey would be the color if I had a heart.
I just want something I can never have.
in this place it seems like such a same.
though it all looks different now,
I know it’s still the same
everywhere I look you’re all I see.
just a fading fucking reminder of who I used to be.
come on tell me.
make this all go away.
you make this all go away.
i’m down to just one thing.
and i’m starting to scare myself.
make this all go away.
you make this all go way.
I just want something I can never have
think I know what you meant.
that night on my bed.
still picking at this scab
I wish you were dead.
you sweet and perry ellis.
just stains on my sheets.
(I’ma say this and I’ma gettin mine. If you ain’t down for the Africans
here in the United States, period point blank. If you ain’t down for the
ones that suffer in South Africa from apartheid and shit. Devil you need to
step your punk ass to the side and let us brothers and us Africans step in
and start puttin some funk in that ass)
Break em off sometin
I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why
But livin in the city it’s do-or-die
They wonder where me bailin and don’t really understand
The reason why they take me life and me ???? hand
Me not out for peace and me not Rodney King
Me gun goes click, me gun goes bang
Them riot in Compton and them riot in Long Beach
Them rion in they Lakers and don’t really wanna see
niggaz start to loot and police start to shoot
Lock it down at seven o’clock, then again it’s like Beirut
Me don’t show no love cos it’s us against them
Them never ever love me cos it’s sport to break de,
and kill at my own risk if I may
Delay to spray with my AK and put it to rest
(Yes we have. There have been riots, ahh, rioting, well I don’t wanna say
rioting but there’s been looting downtown, but right now Bree, what I want
to show you is, they have started fires down at the end of the street)
[All] How many niggaz are ready to lose?
[Snoop] Yeah, so what you wanna do?
[Dre] What you wanna do?
[All] I said how many niggas are ready to lose
[RBX] Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9
(Nobody told us today, in otherwords, you’re still a slave. No matter how
much money you got, you still ain’t shit)
Sittin in my livin room calm and collected
Feelin mad, gotta get mine respected
cos what I just heard broke me in half
and half the niggaz I know, plus the niggaz on the Row, is bailin
Laugh now but cry much later
Ya see when niggas get together they get mad cos they can’t fade us
Like my niggas from South Central, Los Angeles
They find that they couldn’t handle us
Bloods, Crips on the same squad
with the Ese’s thumpin, nigga it’s time ta rob and mob
(And break the white man off somthin lovely, biddy-bye-bye
I don’t love dem so they can’t love me)
Yo straight puttin down gettin my scoot on
Let’s jump in off in Compton so I gots ta get my loot on
and come up on me some furniture or sometin
Got a VCR
in the back of my car
that I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet
And motherfuckers better not try to stop me
Cos they will see that I can’t be stopped
cos I’ma cock my Glock and pop til they all drop
(There has been videotape and you can see of the, aah, some of the crowd
throwin things at the officers)
(And swingin at them as well. Like there was a young woman there. You see
she took a swing at an officer with some object in her hand)
One-time trigger happy, no nigga love
187 time, time to grab the glove
Can’t get prints so a 9 I throw away
or get prints so my Uzi witta spray
POP POP POP another motherfucker drop
And I get relived like *?Bop Bop says?*
smash, I crashed his head like a window
I ain’t no dead do’, I’m high off the indo
Creepin with the quickness to the cut
Bust one to his head while he munches on that donut
And cracker so now he best to back up
I guess I gots ta pack up, fillin the clip up, I zip up-
town, the motherfuckin cops are all around
Helicopters flyin
These motherfuckers tryin
to catch me and stretch me on Death Row
but hell no’s the poor black refuse to go
(This is now coverin a very, very wide area of Los Angeles where these
fires have been, aah, ignited. I mean, from here to the, aah, to the south
end of South Central is a long way)
The outcome of this is destruction so the more fall
Niggaz don’t give a fuck so tem bust and before
niggaz backin up three black shows
No justice so they copied ya right
and here I am again, me, turn the other cheek, me
Be too many wigs got me 9 to my tights
so me bust, flick cos he don’t give a fuck
and me don’t give a fuckin of my problems
In with their FUCK FUCK
Blak blam, blam to dem fall
Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg, biddy-bye
Dr Dre him bust gun shots
Diggity Daz and RBX them bust gun shots
Come again!
…and wanting more
I guess I was born
Naturally born
Born bad
Born bad — it’s such a sin
I guess I was born
Naturally born
Born bad
Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it’s lonely here,
there’s no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that’s an order!
Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that’s left
and stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I’ve seen the future, brother:
it is murder.
Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won’t be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don’t like children anyhow
I’ve seen the future, baby:
it is murder
Things are going to slide …