Den evige Bob Dylan…

10. september 2013

Bob Dylan er aktuel med Another Self Portrait. Og det har hensat mig i en mindre Dylan-ekstase. Men jeg er begyndt et andet sted, nemlig med oprindelige dobbeltlp – Self Portrait.  Og jeg havde helt glemt Dylans fine fortolkning af kollegaen Gordon Lightfoots “Early Morning Rain“. NÃ¥r man lytter til teksten og melodien, sÃ¥ forstÃ¥r man godt, at his Bobness gerne ville have den sang med pÃ¥ pladen.
In the early morning rain
With a dollar in my hand
With an achin’ in my heart
And my pockets full of sand
I’m a long way from home
And I miss my loved ones so
In the early morning rain
With no place to go

Out on runway number nine
Big seven-o-seven set to go
And I’m stuck here in the grass
Where the cold wind blows
Now the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
Well there she goes my friend
She’ll be rollin’ down at last

Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver wing on high
She’s away and westward bound
Far above the clouds she’ll fly
Where the mornin’ rain don’t fall
And the sun always shines
She’ll be flyin’ o’er my home
In about three hours time

This old airport’s got me down
It’s no earthly good to me
‘Cause I’m stuck here on the ground
As cold and drunk as I can be
You can’t jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So I’d best be on my way
In the early morning rain

You can’t jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So I’d best be on my way
In the early morning rain

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