Godinama unazad prekraćujem duge zimske dane gledanjem filmova. Red je da se sumira produkcija iz prethodne godine. A kako vreme prolazi, sve manje je onih koji mi privlače pažnju. Serije su, definitivno, preuzele primat nad njima. No, ima i jedna dobra stvar u vezi sa filmovima – muzika koja se plasira u njima sve je pažljivije birana i više nije skup nepovezanih tema koje su prisutne da naglase delove radnje i skoro su neslušljive van konteksta.
Ponekad, kroz muziku korišćenu u filmu, otkrijem i neke interesantne autore.
The Accountant je film kojem ni poznati Ben Affleck nije pomogao da se izdigne iznad proseka ponude, ali me je ostavio bez daha na kraju, u završnoj sceni, dok ide muzika koju izvodi, do tog trenutka meni nepoznati, Sean Rowe.
I cannot say that I know you well
But you can’t lie to me with all these books that you sell
I’m not trying to follow you to the end of the world
I’m just trying to leave something behindWords have come from men and mouse
But I can’t help thinking that I’ve heard the wrong crowd
When all the water is gone my job will be too
And I’m trying to leave something behindOh money is free but love costs more than our bread
And the ceiling is hard to reach
Oh the future ahead is broken and red
But I’m trying to leave something behindThis whole world is a foreign land
We swallow the moon but we don’t know our own hand
We’re running with the case but we ain’t got the gold
Yet we’re trying to leave something behindMy friends I believe we are at the wrong fight
And I cannot read what I did not write
I’ve been to His house, but the master is gone
But I’d like to leave something behindThere is a beast who has taken my blame
You can put me to bed but you can’t feel my pain
When the machine has taken the soul from the man
It’s time to leave something behindOh money is free but love costs more than our bread
And the ceiling is hard to reach
Oh the future ahead is already dead
And I’m trying to leave something behindI got this feeling that I’m still at the shore
And pockets don’t know what it means to be poor
I can get through the wall if you give me a door
So I can leave something behindOh wisdom is lost in the trees somewhere
You’re not going to find it in some mental gray hair
It’s locked up from those who hurry ahead
And it’s time to leave something behindOh money is free but love costs more than our bread
And the ceiling is hard to reach
When my son is a man he will know what I meant
I was just trying to leave something behind
I was just trying to leave something behind
U ovoj pesmi, koja je u svojoj suštini “ravna” i ne donosi ništa muzički novo i spektakularno, akcenat je na jakom tekstu (u kojem se autor, na propovednički način, obraća svom sinu pokušavajući da mu prenese životne mudrosti) i fantastičnom baritonu koji, trenutno, ostavlja bez daha.
Dovoljno da se uputim u istraživanje opusa Seana Rowea. A vi, kako hoćete. 