...von den unglaublichen The Weakerthans
Lyrics:
In the stick count for the song with knowing you're gone
Glancing up at where you lived when you lived here
I see you suddenly alive and nearly smiling
Stop and hold my breath and watch the way we used to be
The full moon makes our faces shine like over-ironed polyester
Then disappears behind the clouds
And leaves me under empty rows of night windows
We could walk to where these streets get pulled together
A blinking line with gravel shoulders squared towards an end
Where the radio resounds from doppling traffic
Where the power lines steal esses from the hourly news
Depluralize our casualties, drown the generals out in static
We'd turn and watch our city sprawl and send us signals in the glow
Of night windows
But you're not coming home again, and I won't ever get to say
"Remember how... I'm sorry that... I miss the way.... Could we..."
"Remember how... I'm sorry that... I miss the way... Could we..."
Night Windows
Da hört man gleich das die Einflüsse Spitzen mäßig gewirkt haben.
Es sind eben die kleinen unbedeutenen Städte, wo die Große Kunst entsteht.
Wer braucht schon Berlin, New York, London, Paris.
Ein hoch auf Hemmoor und Winnipeg, auf Portland und auf Omaha!
crocoweep 3 years ago
richtig!!
wobei.... hamburg ist schon wichtig :-)
mygreentongue 3 years ago