Ravns julkalender 16. december...
Tom Waits...min stora, stora idol....vars underbara, märkliga, galna, och vackra sånger
berör mig som inga andra sånger nånsenn gjort.
Den lilla killen (lr gubben mera nu , han är 57 !! ) rör vid platser innom mig där ingen
annan kommer åt. Jag blir aldrig trött på honom, aldrig!!!
Så här kommer texten til min favoritlåt....inte bara av honom, men av alla låter jag
nånsinn hört. Samt en länk där ni kan höra han sjunga den ...
Tom Trouberts blues.
( Four sheets to the wind in Copenhagen)
Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did
I got what I paid for now.
See you tomorrow , hey Frank can i borrow
a couple of bucks from you?
To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me.
I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley
and I'm tired of all these soldiers here.
No one speaks english, and everything's broken,
and my Stacys are soaking wet.
To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me.
Now the dogs are barking, and the taxicabs parking
A lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me, you tore my shirt open
And I'm down on my knees tonight
Old Bushmills, I staggered, you burried the dagger
In you're silhouette window light
To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me.
Now I lost my St. Christoppher, now that I've kissed her
And the one-armed bandit knows
And the maverick chinamenn, and the coldblooded signs,
And the girls down by the strip-tease shows go.
Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me.
No, I don't want you're symphaty, the fugitives say
That the streets are'nt for dreaming now
And manslaughter dragnets, and the ghosts that sell memories
They want a piece of the action anyhow
Go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me.
And you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailer
And the old men in weelchairs now
That Mathilda's the defendant , she killed about a hundred
And she follows wherever you may go
Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me.
And it'a a battered old suitcase to hotel some place
And a wound that will never heal
No prima donna, the perfume is on
An old shirt that is stained with blood and wiskey
And goodnight to the streetsweepers, the nightwatchmen, flamekeepers.
And goodnight , Mathilda, too.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=M8TPtN8nNSU
och en til....
http://youtube.com/watch?v=9a0HhectC4c
berör mig som inga andra sånger nånsenn gjort.
Den lilla killen (lr gubben mera nu , han är 57 !! ) rör vid platser innom mig där ingen
annan kommer åt. Jag blir aldrig trött på honom, aldrig!!!
Så här kommer texten til min favoritlåt....inte bara av honom, men av alla låter jag
nånsinn hört. Samt en länk där ni kan höra han sjunga den ...
Tom Trouberts blues.
( Four sheets to the wind in Copenhagen)
Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did
I got what I paid for now.
See you tomorrow , hey Frank can i borrow
a couple of bucks from you?
To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me.
I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley
and I'm tired of all these soldiers here.
No one speaks english, and everything's broken,
and my Stacys are soaking wet.
To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me.
Now the dogs are barking, and the taxicabs parking
A lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me, you tore my shirt open
And I'm down on my knees tonight
Old Bushmills, I staggered, you burried the dagger
In you're silhouette window light
To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me.
Now I lost my St. Christoppher, now that I've kissed her
And the one-armed bandit knows
And the maverick chinamenn, and the coldblooded signs,
And the girls down by the strip-tease shows go.
Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me.
No, I don't want you're symphaty, the fugitives say
That the streets are'nt for dreaming now
And manslaughter dragnets, and the ghosts that sell memories
They want a piece of the action anyhow
Go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me.
And you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailer
And the old men in weelchairs now
That Mathilda's the defendant , she killed about a hundred
And she follows wherever you may go
Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me.
And it'a a battered old suitcase to hotel some place
And a wound that will never heal
No prima donna, the perfume is on
An old shirt that is stained with blood and wiskey
And goodnight to the streetsweepers, the nightwatchmen, flamekeepers.
And goodnight , Mathilda, too.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=M8TPtN8nNSU
och en til....
http://youtube.com/watch?v=9a0HhectC4c
Kommentarer
Postat av: tdog
FATTA!!!! Det är sjuuuukt otroligt lustigt!!! Jag satt och tänkte på vägen hem att jag skulle länka till en låt, men jag visste inte att det gick :-O TACK!!!!!!!
Postat av: tdog
just det :-p jag älskar också den låten, och lol, nu kan jag börja kalla pappa gubbe :-D :-D tack igen!
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