Revisionism Street — текст песни (Bob Seger)

I saw them standing on a corner
Bathed in ordinary light
They turned away and started walkin`
And faded off into the night
Some years ago they were in fashion
Tonight they couldn`t get a seat
They`ve got themselves a brand new history
From Revisionism Street
Written on Revisionism Street

The years of sacrifice and struggle
The arc of stardom`s natural course
The inevitable decline
The wolves waiting at the door
Let`s dig up something really nasty
Let`s get some clay around their feet
No ones memory is sacred `round here
On Revisionism Street

We`ll never be in the arena
Hey, we`ll never have to compete
We`ll never write a classic novel
And we`ll never have to be discreet!

Alfred Hitchcock, Isaac Newton
Elvis Presley, Captain Bligh
They`re heroic or pathetic
Depending on which book you buy
Charles Dickens, Jackie Gleason
Burn `em all, turn up the heat
If there`s no truth, use innuendo
this is Revisionism Street

Let`s find ourselves some old acquaintance
Let`s see what they have to say
Some disgruntled ex-employee
Presto! Payday!

A tree falls in the forest
A million copies go to print
Some parasitic little feeder
Sits back and makes a mint
Somewhere a baby`s softly sleeping
lt`s innocence complete
Unaware they`re workin` late tonight
On Revisionism Street