Five Years — песня Дэвида Боуи. Действие происходит в мире, где только что объявили: миру осталось всего пять лет. Герой песни наблюдает катастрофу через камерные сцены того, как люди реагируют на ужасную новость. Мир сходит с ума, мозг героя болит. Но что, если последние годы Земли — подарок?
Pushing through the market square So many mothers sighing
News had just come over We had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us Earth was really dying Cried so much his face was wet Then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies I saw boys, toys, electric irons and TVs
My brain hurt like a warehouse It had no room to spare I had to cram so many things To store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people And all the tall-short people And all the nobody people And all the somebody people I never thought I’d need so many people
A girl my age went off her head Hit some tiny children If the black hadn’t a-pulled her off I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm Fixed his stare to the wheel of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest And a queer threw up at the sight of that
I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour Drinking milk shakes cold and long Smiling and waving and looking so fine Don’t think you knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained, so I felt like an actor And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there Your face, your race, the way that you talk I kiss you, you’re beautiful, I want you to walk
We’ve got five years, stuck on my eyes We’ve got five years, what a surprise We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lot We’ve got five years, that’s all we’ve got
