Specialeblues

Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
It's not warm when he's away
Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
And he's always gone too long anytime he goes away

Wonder this time where he's gone
Wonder if he's gone to stay
Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
And this house just ain't no home
Anytime he goes away

And I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know

Hey I'll leave the young thing alone
But ain't no sunshine when he's gone
Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
Only darkness everyday

Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
And this house just ain't no home
Anytime he goes away
Anytime he goes away
Anytime he goes away
Anytime he goes away

Nå, men det er så sådan, jeg har det i dag. Og så var der lige den der Notting Hill på dr1, og der sang en eller anden fyr den sang.

Og så tænker jeg – var originalen ikke af Jackson Five? Jo, det var den da, var den ikke? Men den gider jeg ikke høre. Jooow, han sang da godt ham Michael, før han løb af sporet, men altså – at høre en 12 årig synge om kærlighed? Lykkelig, såvel som ulykkelig? Nej ,det gider jeg ikke! Jeg har aldrig nogen sinde forstået det koncept, for altså – han er 12 for fucks sake! Han ved bare ikke noget om det! Utroværdigt!

Nå, men i filmen er det en som hedder Bill Withers (tak google) som synger den, og han virker ældre og langt mere troværdigt ulykkelig.

Ja, ok, jeg ved godt det ikke er verdens bedste film, men altså – jeg er en sucker for den slutning. Det øjeblik dér, hvor hun siger "indefinately" og violinerne og Elvis Costello sætter i gang med

She
May be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

She
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She
May be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die

She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years
Me
I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is

She
She, oh she

Og jajaja, jeg ville helt sikkert gå mindre op i det, hvis jeg havde et liv selv. Noget romantik selv. Tager revance på det område engang i marts.

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