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August results [Sep. 2nd, 2013|10:22 pm]
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[Current Music |Peter Hammill -- Two or Three Spectres]

Сплошные рекорды в ушедшем месяце:

- самая длинная поездка 110 миль/178 км
- благодаря попутному на обратной ветке ветру, в ней улучшены часовой (19 миль/31 км/ч), 10-мильный (30:01 мин) и 50-км (1:45:38) результаты
- за месяц проехано 807 миль/1298 км
- "покорена" гора Вашингтон
- на "спорт" сожжено 49585 килокалорий
- четверт месяца прожито в палатке
- выпито 30 л. пива, вес за месяц не изменился

[User Picture]From: roomd
2013-09-03 03:08 pm (UTC)
Ага, так оно всегда и кончается, как вдарят первые холода. Песню "Go fishing" Роджера Вотерса из альбома "The Pros and Cons of Hitchhiking" знаешь?
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[User Picture]From: yankel
2013-09-03 03:11 pm (UTC)
Неее. Сегодня же прослушаю.

Кстати, судя по рассказам братца, там в отделе экологии такие отморозки работают, что с них бы сталось и зазимовать в лесочке
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[User Picture]From: roomd
2013-09-03 03:12 pm (UTC)
Вот тебе текст, но прослушать тоже надо, она очень пронзительная (впрочем как и весь альбом):

"We set out in the spring
With a trunk full of books about everything
About solar devices
And how nice natural childbirth is
We cut down some trees
And we trailed our ideals
Through the forest glade
We dammed up the stream

And the kids cooled their heels
In the fishing pool we'd made
We held hands and we exchanged bands
And we practically lived off the land
You adopted a fox cub
Whose mother was somebody's coat
You fed him by hand
And then snuggled snuggled him down
By the grandfather bed while I wrote
We grew our own maize
And I only occasionally went into town
To stock up on antibiotics
And shells for the shotgun that I kept around
I told the kids stories while you worked your loom
And the sun went down sooner each day.

The leaves all fell down
Our crops all turned brown
It was over
As the first snowflakes fell
I realized all was not well in the camp
The kids caught bronchitis
The space heater ran out of diesel
One weekend a friend from the East
Rot his soul
Stole your heart
I said "Fuck it then
Take the kids back to town
Maybe I'll see you around"

And so...leaving all our hopes and dreams
To the wind and the rain
Taking only our stash
Left our litter and trash
And set out on the road again
On the road again"
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