Alla inlägg den 13 november 2007
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Oboy vad jag spelade My town när jag flyttade till västkusten som 17-åring.
Jag grät mig till sömns ibland, fast det var ett äventyr mesta delen av tiden......fast "ensamma nätter".....ni vet. "It´s my town and I had to leave it and head South where the climate is kind"......och tyckte synd om mig själv så att det nästan var löjligt. Men jag tror att det är viktigt att få tycka synd om sig själv i lagoma doser. Det var ju inte precis någon som hade tvingat mig att lämna min hemstad - det var ett val men ändå....jag gillade låten som melankoliker.
Anna och Kate
"Ninaninaninanna"
The swimming song
This summer I went swimming
This summer I might have drowned
But I Held my breath, kicked my feet
And I moved my arms around,
Moved my arms around
This summer I did the backstroke
And you know that that's not all
I did the breaststroke, the butterfly
And the old Australian Crawl
The old Australian Crawl
This summer I swam in a public place
And a reservoir to boot
At the latter I was informal
At the former I wore my suit
I wore my swimming suit
This summer I did swan-dives
And jack-knifes for you all
And once when you weren't looking
I did a cannon-ball
Did a cannon-ball
My horoscope warns me don't talk to strangers
Tall dark and handsome or short bald and plain
My soothsayer says to sit tight
And wait for my stars to get rearranged
So don't talk to me
Don't bother me
I'm just waiting for my heavens to change
Move over Moon
Get out of Uranus
'cause this house is anxious
For the sun to come in
'cause it's on the rise
It's on the rise
It's time for my new day to begin
So move over Moon
I sit at my window
By the first light of dawn
Tapping on the glass
As I worry out loud
I'm waiting for a wind to blow
And break up this sinister cloud
Till the stillness and calm of the early morning snaps
With the screeching of tires and the honkin' of the horns
They're pushin' and shovin' downtown
God knows nerves are frayed and badly torn
Still don't talk to me, don't bother me
I don't know yet what aspect is formed
Here is my nickel and here is my dime
Go down to the corner and buy me the Times
And look it up, look it up
Tell me if my planets are all in a line
All in a line
Move Over Moon
Get out of Uranus
'cause this house is anxious for the Sun to come in
'cause it's on the rise, it's on the rise
It's time for my new day to begin
So Move over Moon
Jag börjar hämta mig från min bloggabstinens men hittar hela tiden små lappar med uppslag som är helt obegripliga. Jag får kanske skaffa mig en anteckningsbok om olyckan skulle vara framme igen. På en av lapparna står det "Ensamma nätter" jag har inte en susning om vad jag tänkte på när jag skrev det eller det kanske är en boktitel - vad vet jag?
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