Musik: En låt #25.
Shearwater - Wedding Bells Are Breaking Up That Old Gang Of MineVår, 2007. Jag kommer hem sent på kvällen och vandrar uppför en regnvåt backe i Mälarhöjden. Det är svart runt omkring, månen är gömd bakom molnen och enbart gatlyktorna sprider ljus. Det är en varm kväll, varm men blöt. Mälarhöjdsvägen är folktom. Hade jag tagit ur hörlurarna ur öronen hade jag hört det kluckande ljudet av vattendroppar mot asfalt, men det gör jag inte. Shearwater fyller istället upp mitt huvud med en hjärtskärande historia om ensamhet, längtan tillbaka till gamla tider, gamla vänner som stadgat sig och känslan av att vara den som blev kvar.
Jag tycker om låtar som är som noveller. Shearwater har överlag ganska briljanta texter, och "Wedding Bells Are Breaking Up That Old Gang Of Mine" har den mest sentimentala och gråtmilda av dem alla.
Jag tycker om låtar som är som noveller. Shearwater har överlag ganska briljanta texter, och "Wedding Bells Are Breaking Up That Old Gang Of Mine" har den mest sentimentala och gråtmilda av dem alla.
"Went to see the new baby
And we smoked weed on the back porch
And lying on my back with the pool floatie
"Raining Blood" just thundering forth
I said, "What do you say
Your parents take your place for an hour?
We can drive downtown
To our old favorite place
Let the years just melt away
And find ourselves back where we were found"
There's not a soul down on the corner
And that's a pretty certain sign
That I shouldn't try
To play the reformer
Picking up pieces of that old gang of mine
But what would they say
If it went the other way
And we flew to today
Through ten years of time
They'd be ashamed
I'm so sure they'd be ashamed
At what I claim to be doing with my life
Now they're all paired off
And kissing the other half goodnight
And then falling deep into the same sleep
While walls and warm sheets shut out the light
And I'm the only one
At the top of my lungs
Who's still singing sweet adelines
They're all filled up
They don't need the love
That I'm bringing that old gang of mine
Not a soul down on the corner
They're all safe sitting down behind smooth sheets of glass
I guess it's not going to get any warmer
And I guess it's raining slow
Until it's raining fast"
And we smoked weed on the back porch
And lying on my back with the pool floatie
"Raining Blood" just thundering forth
I said, "What do you say
Your parents take your place for an hour?
We can drive downtown
To our old favorite place
Let the years just melt away
And find ourselves back where we were found"
There's not a soul down on the corner
And that's a pretty certain sign
That I shouldn't try
To play the reformer
Picking up pieces of that old gang of mine
But what would they say
If it went the other way
And we flew to today
Through ten years of time
They'd be ashamed
I'm so sure they'd be ashamed
At what I claim to be doing with my life
Now they're all paired off
And kissing the other half goodnight
And then falling deep into the same sleep
While walls and warm sheets shut out the light
And I'm the only one
At the top of my lungs
Who's still singing sweet adelines
They're all filled up
They don't need the love
That I'm bringing that old gang of mine
Not a soul down on the corner
They're all safe sitting down behind smooth sheets of glass
I guess it's not going to get any warmer
And I guess it's raining slow
Until it's raining fast"
Etiketter: americana, En låt, Musik, Shearwater
posted by Niklas at 10:20 fm
1 Comments:
Jag hade tydligen en skiva med Shearwater. Upptäckte den när jag plockade upp alla skivor efter flytten (har dessutom hälften av alla skivor undanstoppade i över ett år). Det var lite trevligt, men tyvärr var det inte så bra som man hade hoppats.
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