被災地の悲惨な状況に触れ、全世界の人々が
何とかしよう！日本を助けよう！という気運が高まっている。
はて、自分はというと・・・？
何が出来るんだろう？？
自分でできる事なんて限られてる。
そう、そんな事はわかってる。。。
けど、やっぱり何かをしたい。
このまま、結局。
いつものように何もしないで時が経ってしまう。。。
そんないつものオイラじゃイヤや。
ずっと、そう思ってた・・・・
先週。
仕事の移動で、とある駅を降りると、被災地の方々に向けた
募金活動を行ってる、中学生グループを発見！
実は、街頭で行っている募金箱に募金をした事がない。
恥ずかしい。。。
実は・・・
オイラには、いつも自分をどこか近くで見つめてる
もう一人の俺様がいる。
オイラから、約３メートル位離れたちょっと上の場所にいるんだ。
そのもう一人の俺様が、いつもオイラのピュアな心を嘲笑ったり
悪意を増長させる。。。
駅を降りた傍の喫煙所で、タバコ。
しばらく、募金活動を喫煙所から眺めながら、
オイラは俺様と対峙する。。。
連戦連勝の俺様だが、初めてオイラが翻す。。
今、そんな事言ってる場合じゃないゼ。。
意を決し、募金箱にまっしぐら。。。
達成感なのか？
被災地の方々に向けた哀悼なのか？
頑張る中学生への敬意なのか？
何故だか・・・
募金を終えたオイラ。。。
涙が出そうになっちゃった・・・・。
・・・。
？？？？
the answer is.....
どれだけの道を 男は歩き倒さなければならないのだろう
貴方が 彼を一人前として認めてくれるまでに
どれだけの海を 白い小鳩は渡るのだろう
彼女が浜辺で眠るまでに
どれだけの大砲の弾が 飛ばなければならないのだろう
それらが 永久に禁止されるまでに
その答えは 我が友よ 風でかき消されている
その答えは 風でかき消されている
どれだけの歳月 山は存在できるのだろう
それが 海に洗い流されるまでに
どれだけの年月 人々は生きられるのだろう
彼等が自由になれるまでに
どれだけの回数を 男は 顔をそむけられるだろう
気付かないフリをしながら
その答えは 我が友よ 風でかき消されている
その答えは 風でかき消されている
どれだけの回数を 男は見上げなければならないのだろう
大空を見る事ができるまでに
どれだけの耳を その男は持てば良いのだろう
人々の叫びを聞くことが出来るまでに
どれだけ多くの死者が出るのだろう
余りにも多くの人々が死んだと 彼が気付くまでに
その答えは 我が友よ 風でかき消されている
その答えは 風でかき消されている
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They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row.
Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row.
Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row.
Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row.
Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
You would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row.
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row.
Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
In a perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Get outa here if you don't know"
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row.
At midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row.
They be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
Everybody's shouting
"Which side are you on ?"
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row.
Yes, I received your letter yesterday
About the time the door knob broke
When you asked me how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke ?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Dont send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row.
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