I wake up Sunday morning
With my mind all in a haze
Tearstains on my pillow
And make-up on my face
I see those empty whiskey bottles
And records scattered on the floor
And from the next room, I hear crying
Then I remember the night before
I saw her dancing at the party
So young with laughter in her face
And when the others had departed
Convincing words and she stayed late
And now those empty whiskey bottles
They stand accusing from the floor
That I hear footsteps as she's leaving
Yes, she remembers the night before
If I could turn back the clock
Turn it back to yesterday
There are things I wouldn't do
And things I wouldn't say
But now those empty whiskey bottles
Within my mind forevermore
And in the silence, I hear crying
Yes, I remember the night before
Lee Hazlewood, the Night Before
Cowboy in Sweden (Smells Like Records, 1970)
Du même album, j'aime bien "No train to Stockholm"...
RépondreSupprimerOne night Johnny sang the truth to me
on a northbound train from Nashvile Tennessee
Taught me all the letters in a lam
sang 'freedom is where you think it is
but there ain't no train to Stockholm'
Recieved your invitation to the war
I sent it back so please don't send no more
I'd rather rot in some jail all alone
singin' "freedom is where you think it is
but there ain't no train to Stockholm'
If I have to ride this train a hundred years
and all I drink is my own tears
I'll not kill for you or on my own
singin' 'freedom is where you think it is
but there ain't no train to Stockholm'
Government send politicians too
there's lots of people feel the way we do
a hundred million of us can't be wrong
singin' 'freedom is where you think it is
but there ain't no train to Stockholm
Et particulièrement la reprise d'Erlend Oye ( écoute ici).