название:

Seven Little Indians


автор:

John Hiatt


жанры: rock, country
альбомы: Stolen Moments
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There were seven little Indians
Livin' in a brick house on Central Avenue
Gathered 'round their daddy
Tellin' stories in the living roomFrom a slightly unrealistic point of view
Momma was off yonder in the kitchen somewhere
Boiling up some hot water for them to all get up to their necks inThe seven little Indians knew
If the rest of the tribe ever scrutinized their household
Somehow it would not pass inspectionBig chief railed on
And spun his tales of brave conquest
About the moving of his little band
Up to Alaska where the caribou run freeSee he'd done time putting in telephone lines
For the army during World War II
And even brought back a picture of a frozen mastodon
For the little Indians to seeAnd some mukluks and some sealskin gloves
And a coat with beads around the collar
His wife kept them in the mothballs
Underneath the Hudson BaysAnd every once and a while he'd get wound up
With one of his stories, he'd put them all on
And dance around in that blue TV screen light
Like it was some campfire blazing awayWell he stamped and he hollered
But he could not stay warm in that living room
And even the seven little Indians
Well they could feel the chillAnd although everything always worked
Out for the better in all of his stories
In that old brick house it always felt like
Something was movin' in for the killBlazing like a trail
Shot through the eyes of the seven little Indians
Blazing like an arrow
Shot [Incomprehensible] stronghold out in ArizonaBlazing like the sheets of light dancing up in the sky
Up above Anchorage
Blazing like a star shot down to the ground
Back home again in IndianaNow it finally got so quiet you could hear a pin drop
They started dropping like flies
The oldest little Indian got sick and vanished
And the big chief went two years laterAnd the mama raised the six little Indians up
The best she could
To be housewives, musicians, and insurance salesmen
But they all shared this common denominatorYou see, all the characters in the big chief's stories
Were named after the seven little Indians
And like I said, in his stories everything
Always worked out for the betterAnd now as I'm telling this stuff to my own kids
Dancing around the TV screen light
Well, I wish I had those mukluks, those sealskin gloves
And that coat with beads around the collar
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Это интересно:Джон Хайатт (англ. John Hiatt; род. в Индианаполисе, штат Индиана, США, 20 августа 1952 г.) - американский рок-гитарист, пианист, певец, автор песен. Музыкальная карьера Хайатта началась в 1973 году, и за эти годы он исполнял музыку в нескольких стилях, в том числе new wave, блюз и кантри, выпустив восемнадцать студийных альбомов. Одиннадцать раз номинировался на премию Grammy, получал другие музыкальные награды.... продолжение
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