1. april 2018 arkiv

Den våde marts

1. april 2018

A stick, a stone
It’s the end of the road
It’s the rest of a stump
It’s a little alone

It’s a sliver of glass
It is life, it’s the sun
It is night, it is death
It’s a trap, it’s a gun

The oak when it blooms
A fox in the brush
The knot in the wood
The song of a thrush

The wood of the wind
A cliff, a fall
A scratch, a lump
It is nothing at all

It’s the wind blowing free
It’s the end of the slope
It’s a beam, it’s a void
It’s a hunch, it’s a hope

And the river bank talks
Of the waters of March
It’s the end of the strain
The joy in your heart

The foot, the ground
The flesh and the bone
The beat of the road
A slingshot’s stone

A fish, a flash
A silvery glow
A fight, a bet
The range of a bow

The bed of the well
The end of the line
The dismay in the face
It’s a loss, it’s a find

A spear, a spike
A point, a nail
A drip, a drop
The end of the tale

A truckload of bricks
In the soft morning light
The sound of a shot
In the dead of the night

A mile, a must
A thrust, a bump
It’s a girl, it’s a rhyme
It’s a cold, it’s the mumps

The plan of the house
The body in bed
And the car that got stuck
It’s the mud, it’s the mud

Afloat, adrift
A flight, a wing
A hawk, a quail
The promise of spring

And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It’s the promise of life
It’s the joy in your heart

(musical Interlude)

A snake, a stick
It is John, it is Joe
It’s a thorn in your hand
And a cut in your toe

A point, a grain
A bee, a bite
A blink, a buzzard
A sudden stroke of night

A pass in the mountains
A horse and a mule
In the distance the shelves
Rode three shadows of blue

And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It’s the promise of life
In your heart, in your heart

A stick, a stone
The end of the road
The edge of a log
A lonesome road

A sliver of glass
A life, the sun
A knife, a death
The end of the run

And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It’s the end of all strain
It’s the joy in your heart

 

B-siden: Girl

1. april 2018

Det er efterhånden længe siden, jeg har dykket ned i singlernes B-sider. Men i dag kom jeg til at snuse lidt rundt i mine gamle singleplademapper, den med lutter Beatles- og Elvis-singler og -EP’er. Og så faldt mit blik på Beatles-singlen “Michelle/Girl” fra 1966 (Odeon SD5987) og jeg synes, det var rigtig længe siden, jeg havde lyttet til netop B-siden.

En af John Lennons sange. Til albummet Rubber Soul. En melankolsk sang om drømmepigen, som aldrig eller sjældent bliver til virkelighed (selv om Lennon mente, at Yoko Ono var den pige, der dukkede op mange år senere).

For at understrege det drømmerisk-intime i sangen, fik Lennon  teknikerne til at optage hans stemme så man kan høre ham trække vejret – med en fin effekt.

Is there anybody going to listen to my story
All about the girl who came to stay?
She’s the kind of girl
You want so much, it makes you sorry
Still you don’t regret a single day
Ah, girl, girl
When I think of all the times
I tried so hard to leave her
She will turn to me and start to cry
And she promises the earth to me
And I believe her
After all this time I don’t know why
Ah, girl, girl
She’s the kind of girl who puts you down
When friends are there
You feel a fool
When you say she’s looking good
She acts as if it’s understood
She’s cool, ooh, ooh, ooh
Girl, girl,…
Was she told when she was young
That pain would lead to pleasure?
Did she understand it when they said
That a man must break his back
To earn his day of leisure?
Will she still believe it when he’s dead?
Ah, girl, girl, girl
Ah, girl, girl

Kom og vær min aprilsnar

1. april 2018

Come be my April Fool
Come you’re the only one
Come on your rusted bike
Come we’ll break all the rules
We’ll ride like writers ride
Neither rich nor broke
We’ll race through alleyways
In our tattered cloaks so
Come be my April Fool
Come we’ll break all the rules
We’ll burn all of our poems
Add to God’s debris
We’ll pray to all of our saints
Icons of mystery
We’ll tramp through the mire
When our souls feel dead
With laughter we’ll inspire
Then back to life again
Come you’re the only one
Come be my April Fool
Come come
Be my April Fool
We’ll break all the rules