Tidsfördriv

Alla berättelser handlar om kärlek.

Så börjar Eureka Street (av Robert McLiam Wilson), en av mina gamla favoritromaner. När jag satt i Västra Hamnen efter skolan igår och lyssnade på en massa bra musik blev det ganska tydligt att det gäller musik också (ja, alltså, det var ju ingen nyhet). Låtar är ju också berättelser, inte sant? Jag började lyssna lite extra noga, tyckte att temat var så tydligt och blev så sugen på att sätta ihop en sådan där text som består av utdrag ur flera olika låttexter. (När jag läste tidningen Frida för 2000 år sedan brukade insändarsidorna innehålla massor av sådana texter, gärna innehållandes något Bon Jovi-citat.) Varsågod, här är några bitar av de låtarna jag lyssnar mycket på för tillfället, sammanlänkade till en egen historia. Om (bitter) kärlek, givetvis, vad annars?

Here you come again, just when I'm about to make it work without you. You look into my eyes, and lie those pretty lies, and pretty soon I'm wonderin' how I came to doubt you. If I could turn the page in time, then I'd rearrange just a day or two. But I couldn't find a way, so I'll settle for one day to believe in you. Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies. And I don't care, if you love me tomorrow, just love me tonight and I will be alright. I'll be alright, I'll be alright, until tomorrow night.

I remember that time you told me, you said,"Love is touching souls", surely you touched mine. 'Cause part of you pours out of me in these lines from time to time. Oh, you're in my blood like holy wine, you taste so bitter and so sweet. Oh, I could drink a case of you, darling.

Well, there was a time when you let me know what's really going on below, but now you never show that to me, do you? I'm tired of calling you, missing you, dreaming that I've slept with you. Don't get me wrong, I still desperately love you. We both understand we've got no way back. Our love was strange in a strange land. We got broken wings, we were bound to fall.

...

I saw you at the station,
You had your arm around what's-her-name.
She had on that scarf I gave you.
And you got down to tie her laces.

Yeah, her tits were higher than mine, with a waist that is sugar-fine. I heard she could read and write too, and she's getting a degree in fucking you.

I've been lied to by the likes of you. From that point of view, I get the privilege to enlighten you: nothing gets you really, it's a shame, I can't believe you didn't feel a thing. You know I love you, here's the irony: You're going to walk away intact.

Just before our love got lost you said,"I am as constant as a northern star."And I said, "Constantly in the darkness, where's that at? If you want me I'll be in the bar."




(Källor i oordning (man kan ju roa sig med att sätta dem i ordning om man vill!):
I Was Just Thinking – Teitur
Sleeping With The Lights On – Teitur
Here You Come Again – Dolly Parton
Little Lies – Fleetwood Mac
When The Day Is Short – Martha Wainwright
Ball And Chains – Martha Wainwright
A Case Of You – Joni Mitchell
Hallelujah – Jeff Buckley
Be Mine! – Robyn
Tell – Radio Dept.
I Wanted You To Feel The Same – Radio Dept.
I’m Waking Up To Us – Belle And Sebastian)