Carte Blanche - Gare du nord
Första låten på visningen, den är Yelle - Safari disco club
Peux-tu me voir m'envoler, voler ?Bo Kaspers orkester - Kom och håll om mig
Bo Kaspers 19/3. Med min älskling. Fint.
Jag delar dagen med dom som vet vad jag tycker om
Jag delar dagen med dom som vet vad jag tycker om
First Aid Kit - Sailor song
Två mycket bra tjejer som jag egentligen inte vet mycket om.
Men det är värt att lyssna på deras låtar, det kan jag garantera!
With the first light and the little fragile moon
I was out on the porch now I'm ready for doom
And it's funny how it all came to be
The way you so plainly chose to stare at me
And the afternoon embraces you like a million worried hands
And I want to look forward go discover foreign land
In the mirror I was balancing on tiny strings
It looks silly but oh really it's just a physical thing
So tell me why you’d ask me to do as I please
I would rather fall backwards and forget everything
And I've tried to call on you when I know you're not home
I'm not ready for this but it's the way it goes
It was easier when I knew nothing of what I'd missed
You're so happy I can see it and that's the worst part of it
So let her take you out on sea
I will wave to you from the harbor oh little silly me
The sailors leave in the morning
I'll be waiting for you all night
The ship sets off in the morning
I'll be waiting for you all right
I was out on the porch now I'm ready for doom
And it's funny how it all came to be
The way you so plainly chose to stare at me
And the afternoon embraces you like a million worried hands
And I want to look forward go discover foreign land
In the mirror I was balancing on tiny strings
It looks silly but oh really it's just a physical thing
So tell me why you’d ask me to do as I please
I would rather fall backwards and forget everything
And I've tried to call on you when I know you're not home
I'm not ready for this but it's the way it goes
It was easier when I knew nothing of what I'd missed
You're so happy I can see it and that's the worst part of it
So let her take you out on sea
I will wave to you from the harbor oh little silly me
The sailors leave in the morning
I'll be waiting for you all night
The ship sets off in the morning
I'll be waiting for you all right
Simon & Garfunkel - The Boxer
Åh, vad jag gått och kärat ner mig i deras låtar. Kanske är jag
lite sent ute med att inse hur bra dom är, men bättre det än
aldrig! Här är en av alla bra..
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Lie la lie ...
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Lie la lie ...
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
Bleeding me, going home
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that layed him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains
Lie la lie ...
lite sent ute med att inse hur bra dom är, men bättre det än
aldrig! Här är en av alla bra..
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Lie la lie ...
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Lie la lie ...
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
Bleeding me, going home
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that layed him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains
Lie la lie ...
- © Ines Falk 2008-2013
