2. november 2016 arkiv

John Prine og Iris Dement

2. november 2016

John Prine er – har jeg med årene fundet ud af – en legendarisk sangskriver, en af den slags som andre sangskrivere – inkl. his Bobness – taler hengivent om. Og her er han så sammen med en af mine favoritkunstnere på spindesiden – Iris Dement. At Iris stiller op ved siden af John, er for mig en indiskutabel understregning af Prines format.

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2. november 2016

I can hear the soft breathing
Of the girl that I love,
As she lies here beside me
Asleep with the night,
And her hair, in a fine mist
Floats on my pillow,
Reflecting the glow
Of the winter moonlight.
She is soft, she is warm,
But my heart remains heavy,
And I watch as her breasts
Gently rise, gently fall,
For I know with the first light of dawn
I’ll be leaving,
And tonight will be
All I have left to recall.
Oh, what have I done,
Why have I done it,
I’ve committed a crime,
I’ve broken the law.
For twenty-five dollars
And pieces of silver,
I held up and robbed
A hard liquor store.
My life seems unreal,
My crime an illusion,
A scene badly written
In which I must play.
Yet I know as I gaze
At my young love beside me,
The morning is just a few hours away.