dimanche 3 février 2013

If I could turn back the clock to yesterday

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)

1 commentaire:

  1. Du même album, j'aime bien "No train to Stockholm"...

    One 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).

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