22. juli 2015 arkiv

Da Slade var store…

22. juli 2015

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Slade er ikke gået helt i glemmebogen. Deres julesang sørger for, at erindringen om dette engang så berømte britiske rockband ikke helt visner hen. Hver gang juleopsamlingspladen genoptrykkes lyder sangen fra alskens radiokanaler. Merry Christmas everybody…

Jeg har aldrig været en stor fan af Slade, men anerkender gerne, at de var store og meget populære dengang i halvfjerdserne og at der var noget særligt britisk over dette band. Og derfor er det vel fortjent, at plademærket Salvo Music, der specialiserer sig i luksuøse pladeudgivelser, udsender luksusboksen When Slade Rocked the World 1971-1975, der består af fire vinylplader, en flexidisc, en to CD-samling med musikken fra gruppens fire album og en oppulent bog med historier og erindringer om bandet. Plus et genoptryk af George Tremletts bog The Slade Story. Kort sagt en boks, der må ramme enhver rigtig fan lige i hjertekulen (og tegnebogen). Prisen bliver i omegnen af 100 £.

Hvis du kunne læse mit sind… dagens sang

22. juli 2015

If you could read my mind, love
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old-time movie
‘Bout a ghost from a wishin’ well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet
You know that ghost is me
And I will never be set free
As long as I’m a ghost that you can’t see

If I could read your mind, love
What a tale your thoughts could tell
Just like a paperback novel
The kind the drugstores sell
When you reach the part where the heartaches come
The hero would be me
But heroes often fail
And you won’t read that book again
Because the ending’s just too hard to take

I’d walk away like a movie star
Who gets burned in a three-way script
Enter number two
A movie queen to play the scene
Of bringing all the good things out in me
But for now love, let’s be real
I never thought I could act this way
And I’ve got to say that I just don’t get it
I don’t know where we went wrong
But the feeling’s gone and I just can’t get it back

If you could read my mind, love
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old-time movie
‘Bout a ghost from a wishin’ well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet
But stories always end
And if you read between the lines
You’ll know that I’m just tryin’ to understand
The feelings that you lack
I never thought I could feel this way
And I’ve got to say that I just don’t get it
I don’t know where we went wrong
But the feeling’s gone and I just can’t get it back

 

Måske har det noget med sommerferien at gøre, at Gordon Lightfoot dukkede op på min indre rejsegrammofon med sin klassiker “If you could read my mind”…