Текст песни: The Geographic North Pole + перевод

Now I had decided to hitchhike, and one day I just walked out onto Houston

Street, weighed down with seventy pounds of gear, and stuck out my thumb

«Going North?» I asked the driver as I struggled into a station wagon

After I got out of New York, most of the rides were trucks until I reached the

Hudson Bay and began to hitch in small mail planes. The pilots were usually

guys who’d gone to Canada to avoid the draft, or else embittered Vietnam vets

who never wanted to go home again

Either way, they always wanted to show off a few of their stunts.

We’d go swooping low along the rivers doing loop-de-loops and Baby Hueys,

and they’d drop me off at an airstrip. «There'll be another plane by here

couple of weeks. See ya! Good luck.»

I never did make it all the way to the geographic pole—it turned out to be a

restricted area, and no one was allowed to fly in or even over it.

I did get within a few miles of the magnetic pole though, so it wasn’t really

that disappointing

I entertained myself in the evenings, cooking or smoking and watching the

blazing light of the huge Canadian sunsets as they turned the lake into fire

Later I lay on by back looking up at the Northern lights and imagining there’d

been a nuclear holocaust, and that I was the only human being left in all of

North America, and what would I do then?

And then, when these lights went out, I stretched out on the ground,

watching the stars as they turned around on their enormous silent wheels

I finally decided to turn back because of my hatchet. I’d been chopping some

wood and the hatchet flew out of my hand on the upswing. And I did what you

should never do when this happens: I looked up to see where it had gone.

And it came down — fffooo — just missing my head. And I thought, «My God!

I could be walking around here with a hatchet embedded in my skull!

And I’m ten miles from the airstrip! And nobody in the whole world knows where

I am.»

Daddy, Daddy, it was just like you said

Now that the living outnumber the dead

Where I come from, it’s a long thin thread

Across an ocean, down a river of red

Now that the living outnumber the dead

Speak my language

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