===[ Музыкальная пауза ]===

#post-id: 4444-17-57
#original-date: 25.09.2012 Tue
#original-time: 5:57 PM
#original-day:  4444
#original-host: WinXP Prof SP3 (Build 2600)

Моя любимая песня из GTA Vice City ^^ Запомнилась ещё и потому что 
у родственника, у которого я впервые играла в эту игру, была 
пиратская версия с вырезанными радиостанциями. И там была одна Wild 
Style по всем частотам ^^

http://myzuka.ru/Song/132746/Grandmaster-Flash-The-Message

Восьмедиямые ^^ Картинка на странице загрузки умиляет, и в самом 
файле тоже ^^ Сама песня звучит бодро, но сюжет сильно напомнил 
фильм "С меня хватит". Это где: "Видите этого человека? На его лице 
улыбка - он кредитоспособен!"

Вот текст с радио в GTA:

> It's like a jungle sometimes
> It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
> It's like a jungle sometimes
> It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
> 
> Broken glass everywhere
> People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care
> I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
> Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
> Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
> Junkie's in the alley with a baseball bat
> I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far
> 'Cause a man with a tow-truck repossessed my car
> 
> 
> Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
> I'm trying not to lose my head
> Uh-huh-ha-ha-ha, it's like a jungle sometimes
> It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
> 
> Standing on the front stoop, hanging out the window
> Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
> Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
> Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag
> Said she'll dance the tango, skip the light fandango
> A Zircon princess seemed to lost her senses
> Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
> So she can tell her stories to the girls back home
> She went to the city and got so so seditty
> She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own
> 
> 
> Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
> I'm trying not to lose my head
> Uh-huh-ha-ha-ha, it's like a jungle sometimes
> It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
> It's like a jungle sometimes
> It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
> 
> My brother's doing bad, stole my mother's T.V.
> Says she watches to much, it's just not healthy
> "All My Children" in the daytime, "Dallas" at night
> Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
> The bill collectors, they ring my phone
> And scare my wife when I'm not home
> Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
> Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
> Neon King Kong standin' on my back
> Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
> A midrange, migraine, cancered membrane
> Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane!
> 
> Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
> I'm trying not to lose my head
> It's like a jungle sometimes
> It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
> It's like a jungle sometimes
> It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
> 
> My son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school
> 'Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
> And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
> If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
> I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
> Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
> 'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
> You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
> They push that girl in front of a train
> Took her to a doctor, sowed the arm on again
> Stabbed that man, right in his heart
> Gave him a transplant before a brand new start
> I can't walk through the park, 'cause it's crazy after dark
> Keep my hand on the gun, 'cause they got me on the run
> I feel like an outlaw, broke my last glass jaw
> Hear them say "You want some more?", livin' on a seesaw
> 
> Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
> I'm trying not to lose my head
> Say what? It's like a jungle sometimes
> It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
> It's like a jungle sometimes
> It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
> It's like a jungle sometimes
> It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
> It's like a jungle sometimes
> It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
> 
> A child is born with no state of mind
> Blind to the ways of mankind
> God is smiling on you but he's frowning too
> Because only God knows what you'll go through
> You'll grow in the ghetto living second-rate
> And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
> The places you play and where you stay
> Looks like one great big alleyway
> You'll admire all the number-book takers
> Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
> Drivin' big cars, spendin' twenties and tens
> And you'll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
> Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
> Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers
> You say I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool
> But then you wind up droppin' outta high school
> Now you're unemployed, all non-void
> Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
> Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
> Got sent up for a eight-year bid
> Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
> Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
> Being used and abused to serve like hell
> 'Til one day, you was found hung dead in the cell
> It was plain to see that your life was lost
> You was cold and your body swung back and forth
> But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
> Of how you lived so fast and died so young
> 
> So don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge...

#upd: Вспомнила забавную рекламу, где под эту музыку рекламировали 
      какой-то как бы илитный парфюм. Ну да, "I can't take the 
      smell, can't take the noise".

#music: Grandmaster Flash & the Furious Five\The Message [Hillside]\
        The Message