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"Nu sitter han och sjunger igen;
skämt ur sin skrattande dvala.
Och du ber honom tystna igen,
och låta händerna tala.
Och han ler och förvandlas som pojkarna gör,
när inget finns att teatra inför.
Och han tror han är förälskad igen.
Det är så mycket i skallen.
Men när Du säger: God natt kära vän,
står Du påklädd i hallen.
Och Du går och han krymper, som pojkar blir
små
när dom är nakna med kläderna på.
För Du
såg mer än min fåfängs gitarr.
Du slet av en dräkt av en narr.
Och lät mina bjällror få falla.
Som nu
när teater känns något befängt;
i gryning när krogen har stängt
faller bjällror från alla.
Men mörkret faller bittert igen.
Så han skrattar med ljuset.
Du gråter i tystnad igen,
med alla häxor i huset.
Och han ringer och säger; Det mörker Du ser
gör att stjärnorna märks lite mer.
Så, han sjunger sina sånger igen.
Och Du ler åt hans iver.
Och när Du säger; Det ljusnar min vän,
ja då sitter han redan och skriver:
Ljuset blir större när natten tar form,
och värmen blir mer värd i storm.
Och Du
tog del av min fåfängs gitarr.
Du skratta' med enfaldens narr;
två clowner som vråla' i natten.
Som nu
när teater känns mer relevant;
när det enda är mörkt som är sant
förstår jag dom flyende skratten."
So there was this woman and she was on an airplane, and she was flying to meet her fiancé
seaming high above the largest ocean on planet earth. She was seated next to this man she
had tried to start conversations, but the only thing she had really heard him say was to order
his Bloody Mary. She was sitting there and she was reading this really arduous magazine article
about a third world country that she couldn’t even pronounce the name of. And she was feeling
very bored and despondent. And then suddenly there was this huge mechanical failure and one
of the engines gave out, and they started just falling thirty-thousand feet, and the pilots on the
microphone and he’s saying “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, oh my god” and apologizing. And she looks at
the man and says “Where are we going?” and he looks at her and he says “We’re going to a party.
It’s a birthday party. It’s your birthday party. Happy birthday darling. We love you very, very, very,
very, very, very, very much.” And then he starts humming this little tune, it kind of goes like this:
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
sing sing sing - bright eyes
seaming high above the largest ocean on planet earth. She was seated next to this man she
had tried to start conversations, but the only thing she had really heard him say was to order
his Bloody Mary. She was sitting there and she was reading this really arduous magazine article
about a third world country that she couldn’t even pronounce the name of. And she was feeling
very bored and despondent. And then suddenly there was this huge mechanical failure and one
of the engines gave out, and they started just falling thirty-thousand feet, and the pilots on the
microphone and he’s saying “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, oh my god” and apologizing. And she looks at
the man and says “Where are we going?” and he looks at her and he says “We’re going to a party.
It’s a birthday party. It’s your birthday party. Happy birthday darling. We love you very, very, very,
very, very, very, very much.” And then he starts humming this little tune, it kind of goes like this:
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
sing sing sing - bright eyes
The summer air was soft and warm
The feeling right, the Paris night
Did it's best to please us
And strolling down the Elysee
We had a drink in each cafe
And you
You talked of politics, philosophy and I
Smiled like Mona Lisa
We had our chance
It was a fine and true romance
I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain
We made our way along the river
And we sat down in the grass
By the Eiffel tower
I was so happy we had met
It was the age of no regret
Oh yes
Those crazy years, that was the time
Of the flower-power
But underneath we had a fear of flying
Of getting old, a fear of slowly dying
We took the chance
Like we were dancing our last dance
I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame
Our last summer
[ Our Last Summer lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]
Walking hand in hand
Paris restaurants
Our last summer
Morning croissants
Living for the day, worries far away
Our last summer
We could laugh and play
And now you're working in a bank
The family man, the football fan
And your name is Harry
How dull it seems
Yet you're the hero of my dreams
I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain
I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame
Our last summer
Walking hand in hand
Paris restaurants
Our last summer
Morning croissants
Living for the day, worries far away...
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