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Текст песни Kenji от исполнителя Fort minor

    My father came from Japan in 1905
    He was 15 when he immigrated from Japan
    He, he... he worked until he was able to buy this patch
    And build a store

    Let me tell you the story in the form of a dream,
    I don't know why I have to tell it but I know what it means,
    Close your eyes, just picture the scene,
    As I paint it for you, it was World War II,
    When this man named Kenji woke up,
    Ken was not a soldier,
    He was just a man with a family who owned a store in LA,
    That day, he crawled out of bed like he always did,
    Bacon and eggs with wife and kids,
    He lived on the second floor of a little store he ran,
    He moved to LA from Japan,
    They called him 'Immigrant,'
    In Japanese, he'd say he was called "Esay,"
    That meant 'First Generation In The United States,'
    When everyone was afraid of the Germans, afraid of the Japs,
    But most of all afraid of a homeland attack,
    And that morning when Ken went out on the doormat,
    His world went black 'cause,
    Right there; front page news,
    Three weeks before 1942,
    "Pearl Harbour's Been Bombed And The Japs Are Comin',"
    Pictures of soldiers dyin' and runnin',
    Ken knew what it would lead to,
    Just like he guessed, the President said,
    "The evil Japanese in our home country will be locked away,"
    They gave Ken, a couple of days,
    To get his whole life packed in two bags,
    Just two bags, couldn't even pack his clothes,
    Some folks didn't even have a suitcase, to pack anything in,
    So two trash bags was all they gave them,
    When the kids asked mum "Where are we goin'?"
    Nobody even knew what to say to them,
    Ken didn't wanna lie, he said "The US is lookin' for spies,
    So we have to live in a place called Mandinar,
    Where a lot of Japanese people are,"
    Stop it don't look at the gunmen,
    You don't wanna get the soldiers wonderin',
    If you gonna run or not,
    'Cause if you run then you might get shot,
    Other than that try not to think about it,
    Try not to worry 'bout it; bein' so crowded,
    Someday we'll get out, someday, someday.

    As soon as war broke out
    The G.I came and they just come to the house and
    "You have to come"
    "All the Japanese have to go"
    They took Mr. Lee
    People didn't understand
    Why did they have to take him?
    Because he's an innocent (neighbour/labourer?)

    So now they're in a town with soldiers surroundin' them,
    Every day, every night look down at them,
    From watch towers up on the wall,
    Ken couldn't really hate them at all;
    They were just doin' their job and,
    He wasn't gonna make any problems,
    He had a little garden with vegetables and fruits that,
    He gave to the troops in a basket his wife made,
    But in the back of his mind, he wanted his families life saved,
    Prisoners of war in their own damn country,
    What for?
    Time passed in the prison town,
    He wanted them to live it down when they were free,
    The only way out was joinin' the army,
    And supposedly, some men went out for the army, signed on,
    And ended up flyin' to Japan with a bomb,
    That 15 kilotonne blast, put an end to the war pretty fast,
    Two cities were blown to bits; the end of the war came quick,
    Ken got out, big hopes of a normal life, with his kids and his wife,
    But, when they got back to their home,
    What they saw made them feel so alone,
    These people had trashed every room,
    Smashed in the windows and bashed in the doors,
    Written on the walls and the floor,
    "Japs not welcome anymore."
    And Kenji dropped both of his bags at his sides and just stood outside,
    He, looked at his wife without words to say,
    She looked back at him wiped the tears away,
    And, said "Someday we'll be okay, someday,"
    Now the names have been changed, but the story's true,
    My family was locked up back in '42,
    My family was there it was dark and damp,
    And they called it an internment camp

    When we first got back from camp... uhh
    It was... pretty... pretty bad

    I, I remember my husband said
    "Are we gonna stay 'til last?"
    Then my husband died before they close the camp.

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Remember the name
Red to black
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High road
Get me gone
Feel like home
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Believe me
Be somebody
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А знаете ли вы, что классическая музыка признана многими психологами, врачами и самими исполнителями в буквальном смысле чудодейственной. Сама по себе она не совершает чудеса, но она может самым благоприятным образом влиять на человека, растений и животных, на весь окружающий мир. И не важно, что в большинстве композиций классической музыки отсутствуют тексты песен, главное здесь - ее звучание, удачное сочетание нот и звуков.

Доказано, что классическая музыка благотворно влияет на нервную систему. Многие психологи прописывают своим пациентам слушать классическую музыку каждый день. Она не только успокаивает, но и вызывает положительные эмоции у человека. Классическую музыку даже с недавних пор стали использовать прогрессивных взглядов хирурги во время своих операций. Они прочувствовали на себе, что когда операция проводится под звуки классической музыки, все проходит как по маслу, а пациент в скорейшем времени реабилитируется и идет на поправку. Да, и во многих западных больницах в палатах больных играет классическая музыка. По словам врачей, она является усилителем медикаментозного лечения, так как своим звучанием настраивает на положительный лад людей, страдающих тем или иным заболеванием, внушает веру в выздоровление и в собственные силы справиться с болезнью. И все это не пустые слова - это результат проводимых неоднократно экспериментов.

К примеру, был произведен такой эксперимент - в две комнаты, одинаковые по размеру, температуре, влажности, степени освещения, поместили горшки с абсолютно одинаковыми цветами, и в каждой их них включили музыку - в одной классическую, а в другой - тяжелый рок. По истечении определенного времени эксперимент показал следующие результаты - в комнате с классической музыке цветы стали быстро прибавлять в росте, многие расцвели, все выглядели здоровыми, а в комнате с тяжелым роком цветы не только не выросли ни на сколько, а имели нездоровый вид, а многие даже зачахли. Чудодейственное влияние классической музыки на лицо. Однако этот эксперимент вовсе не говорит о том, что рок плох, и слушать его не следует, отнюдь - все люди разные, на кого-то и рок. И тексты песен роковых исполнителей действуют как чудесная сила.