The Field Mice

Jeg hører ikke ret meget andet end The Field Mice og Ride disse dage. Særligt førstnævntes When Morning Comes to Town er blevet spillet flittigt. En ret ligetil tekst om et brud. På dansk mangler vi et ord, der til fulde rammer det engelske drift - og dermed også to drift apart. Jeg håber, jeg snart får lejlighed til at høre sangen på vej hjem fra en bar kl. 6 om morgenen. Mere perfekt kan det næppe blive.

When Morning Comes to Town



When morning comes to town
I'll be moving on
When evening comes back 'round
I'll be somewhere alone
Somewhere far away
Well, what about you?
All things have to end
They have to and they do
And they do

We've started to believe
To one another we belong
We know that isn't so
You're not mine, I am not yours
I never wanted this
For us to carry on
Knowing that it is
In no way what we want
What we want

This way it is the way
No rain of cutting words
I'm happy to go out like this
If happy is the word

I'll think of you always
For you know it as well as I
That for you I would have
Died and would still die
Would still die

When morning comes to town
Something once precious will
End for all of time
Because of how we feel
But better than that have
Us afraid to be alone
Not saying anything
Knowing something's wrong
Something's wrong

This way it is the way
No rain of cutting words
I'm happy to go out like this
If happy is the word

(er Börneblogger blevet lidt emo de seneste måneder...?)

/Martin