Hope there's someone
Who'll take care of me
When I die, Will I go

Hope there's someone
Who'll set my heart free
Nice to hold when I'm tired 








Oh I'm scared of the middle place
Between light and nowhere
I don't want to be the one
Left in there, left in there 

Långt bortom skogen

Don’t you wanna come with me? 
Don’t you wanna feel my bones 
On your bones? 
It’s only natural








Without an answer, the thunder speaks for the sky,

You've gotta make your own kind of music 
Sing your own special song 
Make your own kind of music 
Even if nobody else sings along







You're gonna be knowing
the loneliest kind of lonely.
It may be rough goin',
just to do your thing's
the hardest thing to do.







Nobody can tell ya 
There's only one song worth singing 
They may try and sell ya 
Cause it hangs them up to see someone like you

When i saw you, I was not even looking
I heard you scream without raising you voice
will I run or let you have your fun
I feel like I ain't got no choice.







But maybe I ask too much or walk in the wrong direction
All those thoughts drive me insane
and i wonder how long i fell this






When i saw you, I was not even looking
I heard you scream without raising you voice
will I run or let you have your fun
I feel like I ain't got no choice.

But maybe I ask too much or wlk in the wrong direction
All those thoughts drive me insane
and i wonder how long i fell this.

Pain, is not really what it is
no, it's something different with a different name
and you, you never tell me damn thing
I hope someday I'll learn to play this game.

Fear, of course I fear the unknown
because the unknown is a stranger to me
but if you erase the pj's
then what could a stranger be
that remains to be seen.

Life goes on, it's just the same every day.

''I wander in the night without direction. 

So I'll continue to continue to pretend 
My life will never end,''







"So I'll continue to continue to pretend 
My life will never end"





Through the corridors of sleep 
Past the shadows dark and deep 
My mind dances and leaps in confusion. 
I don't know what is real, 
I can't touch what I feel 
And I hide behind the shield of my illusion. 

So I'll continue to continue to pretend 
My life will never end, 
And flowers never bend 
With the rainfall. 
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/s/simon+and+garfunkel/flowers+never+bend+with+the+rainfall_20124734.html ]
The mirror on my wall 
Casts an image dark and small 
But I'm not sure at all it's my reflection. 
I am blinded by the light 
Of God and truth and right 
And I wander in the night without direction. 

So I'll continue to continue to pretend 
My life will never end, 
And flowers never bend 
With the rainfall. 

It's no matter if you're born 
To play the King or pawn 
For the line is thinly drawn 'tween joy and sorrow, 
So my fantasy 
Becomes reality, 
And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow. 

So I'll continue to continue to pretend 
My life will never end, 
And flowers never bend 
With the rainfall.

And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll







You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything







You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie double four time
You feel all right when you hear that music ring

Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
But the horns, they blowing that sound

Way on down south
Way on down south in London town

You check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
But it's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes then an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing

And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/d/dire-straits-lyrics/sultans-of-swing-lyrics.html]
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night

With the Sultans
With the Sultans of Swing

And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll

And the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played Creole, Creole

Then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
"Goodnight, now it's time to go home"
And he makes it fast with one more thing

"We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing"

People, don't you understand 
the child needs a helping hand






Take a look at you and me, 
are we too blind to see, 
do we simply turn our heads 
and look the other way







As the snow flies 
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' 
A poor little baby child is born 
In the ghetto 
And his mama cries 
'cause if there's one thing that she don't need 
it's another hungry mouth to feed 
In the ghetto 

People, don't you understand 
the child needs a helping hand 
or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day 
Take a look at you and me, 
are we too blind to see, 
do we simply turn our heads 
and look the other way 

Well the world turns 
and a hungry little boy with a runny nose 
plays in the street as the cold wind blows 
In the ghetto 

And his hunger burns 
so he starts to roam the streets at night 
and he learns how to steal 
and he learns how to fight 
In the ghetto 

Then one night in desperation 
a young man breaks away 
He buys a gun, steals a car, 
tries to run, but he don't get far 
And his mama cries 

As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man 
face down on the street with a gun in his hand 
In the ghetto 

As her young man dies, 
on a cold and gray Chicago mornin', 
another little baby child is born 
In the ghetto

you can't get another try 
Something inside this heart has died






Does the pain weigh out the pride?

I keep hopin' one day I'll awaken, and somehow she'll be lying by my side
And as I wonder if the dawn is really breakin'
She touches me and suddenly I'm alive






Daybreak is a joyful time
Just listen to the songbird harmonies







There was a time some time ago
When every sunrise meant a sunny day, oh a sunny day
But now when the morning light shines in
It only disturbs the dreamland where I lay, oh where I lay
I used to thank the lord when I'd wake
For life and love and the golden sky above me
But now I pray the stars will go on shinin', you see in my dreams you love me 

Daybreak is a joyful time
Just listen to the songbird harmonies, oh the harmonies
But I wish the dawn would never come
I wish there was silence in the trees, oh the trees
If only I could stay asleep, at least I could pretend you're thinkin' of me
'Cause nighttime is the one time I am happy, you see in my dreams 

Chorus:
We climb and climb and at the top we fly
Let the world go on below us, we are lost in time
And I don't know really what it means
All I know is that you love me, in my dreams 

(Solo) 

I keep hopin' one day I'll awaken, and somehow she'll be lying by my side
And as I wonder if the dawn is really breakin'
She touches me and suddenly I'm alive 

chorus repeats 2x 

Oho, in my dreams

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.





I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.







Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.

Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.

Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.

Första inlägget! Den första låten kommer från musikalen RENT, skriven av Jonathan Larson och framförd av skådespelaren Adam Pascal i filmen. 

Beyond The Cheap Colored Lights 

One Song 
Before The Sun Sets

Fotograferade denna bilden idag, tidigt imorse den 14 augusti nere vid havet i Höllviken.

Halloj! Kul att ni funnit våran blogg. Det finns så många ute på nätet och ni ramlade in på våran, sånt gillas! Denna bloggen kommer uppdateras en gång i veckan, ska försöka hålla det till varje söndag. I varje inlägg kommer vi välja ut en låt och bryta sönder den till citat. Vi tolkar varsitt citat med en liten text och en bild. Bilden kan vara oberoende låten eller inspirerad av låten som helhet. Återkom gärna på söndag! 

Mitt namn är Nathalie. Jag är en diktande, fotograferande, tänkande, drömmande typ som nördigt nog bloggar och som är galen i julen, musik, filmer och som en mix - musikaler! Jag föddes den 5 april 1989, är därmed 22 år gammal, snabb matte - som jag förövrigt avskyr. Matematik är inte min grej. Sånt sköter min sambo, Hardy. Vi bor i en kolonistuga i Malmö där det odlas grönsaker och blommor. Min kärlek till musiken har alltid funnits trots att jag varken kan sjunga eller spela något instrument. Det som kommer ut ur högtalarna hemma hos mig är det mesta utom typisk radiomusik ala banditrock, rnb, hiphop, techno osv. Det sistnämnda räknar jag inte ens in som musik...Vad som faktiskt spelas är artister som Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash, Eels, Simon and Garfunkle, Caroline af Ugglas, Lisa Ekdahl, Nationalteatern, Nina Simone, the Doors, Dire Straits o.s.v. Listan kan göras låååång. Rock är underbart! Kan inte välja ett band eftersom jag gillar en mix av de flesta inom classic rock genren. Klassisk musik funkar bra också. Musik är känslor med toner, inte sant?