Min sång

Ser man på, en låt om mig. Som skriven om just mig. Så ytterst märkligt. Den går rakt in i hjärtat. Utan omvägar. Rakt in bara.

 

See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans
Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile
Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams
Which he spent like they was goin' outa style

And he keeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse

Searchin' for a shrine he's never found
Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse
Or if the goin' up was worth the comin' down

He's a poet, he's a picker

He's a prophet, he's a pusher
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction
Takin' every wrong direction on his lonely way back home

He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars

And he's traded in tomorrow for today
Runnin' from his devils, lord, and reachin' for the stars
And losin' all he's loved along the way

But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse

And all he ever gets is older and around
From the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse
The goin' up was worth the comin' down

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Postat av: urban cat

Du har en blomma att hämta på min blogg, om du vill...!

Postat av: urban cat

Du har en blomma att hämta på min blogg, om du vill...!

2010-03-15 @ 10:30:47
URL: http://projektpariktigt.blogspot.com/
Postat av: WoB

Jag både hämtar och tackar från djupet av mitt sköra hjärta :-)

2010-03-15 @ 12:42:02

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