2 december

Tolka fritt

Jag låter Tom Waits hesa murbräcka till röst leda vägen genom december. En röst som vittnar om 30 hårda år. I decembermörkret lyssnar jag på en röst som kommer från djupet.
Jag vet inte om han sjunger om kärlek eller abstinens efter droger. Avgör själva..
Vackert är det i alla fall.

You can throw it out in the rain

You can whip it like a dog

You can chop it down like an old dead tree

You can always see it

When you're coming into town

Once you hang it on the wall

You can never take it down

But there's one thing you can't lose

And it's that feel

You can pawn your watch and chain

But not that feel

It always comes and finds you

It will always hear you cry

I cross my wooden leg

And I swear on my glass eye

It will never leave you high and dry

Never leave you loose

It's harder to get rid of than tattoos

Tack Tom.. Så vad säger ni?