Nie bedzie sprawozdania z filmu. Wczoraj nasze miasto jeszcze raz przypomnialo nam dlaczego ciagle myslimy o wyjezdzie… Napisze tylko - jedno kino … Ech… I znow wraca ten utwor Toma Waitsa:

Well, I grew up here all of my life,
and I dreamed someday I’d go
Where the blue-eyed girls, and the red guitars,
and the naked rivers flow
Now I’m not all I thought I’d be,
I’ve always stayed around
I’ve been as far as Mercy and Grand,
frozen to the ground

But I can’t stay here, and I’m scared to leave
So kiss me once, and then I’ll go to hell
I might as well be whistlin’ down the wind

The bus is at the corner, the clock on the wall
Broken down windmill, there ain’t no wind at all
And I yelled and I cursed, if I stay here I’ll rust
And I’m stuck like a shipwreck out here in the dust

The sky is red, and the world is on fire,
and the corn is taller than me
And the dog is tied to a wagon of rain,
and the road is wet as the sea
And sometimes the music from a dance
will carry across the plains
And the places that I’m dreaming of,
do they dream only of me?

There are places where they never sleep,
and the circus never ends
So I will take the Marleybone coach,
and be whistlin’ down the wind
So I will take the Marleybone coach,
and be whistlin’ down the wind

A dla tych co nie znaja, krotki film z utworem: