(24) Nåt som får mig att gråta
Oj. Det skulle kunna bli en lång lista; Jag gråter lätt och ofta. Så jag skiter i det och tar nånting som jag alltid vill gråta till, men aldrig gör.
Min kära Ewe och jag brukar spela gitarr. Ewe hade en period när hon fastnade för en massa countrysånger. En av de här sångerna som hon spelar för mig ibland får mig att vilja gråta ut inälvorna. Men det känns inte riktigt värdigt att göra det när Ewe sitter och spelar på aukustisk gitarr och sjunger så fint så att... Så att... Det gör ont i magen och bröstkorgen och halsen (på den som lyssnar ;P). Så jag biter alltid igen de där tårarna och går nästan sönder lite inombords.
Jag kanske är fånig. Men jag önskar att det gick att förmedla musik med text för då skulle jag skicka er en minnesbild av det här.
Här är texten i alla fall. Blir inte riktigt samma sak utan sång till, men den är fin ändå. (Mobba mig inte efter det här).
Travelling soldier
Two days past eighteen
He was waiting for the bus in his army green
Sat down in a booth in a cafe there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy so she gives him a smile
And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talking to me,
I'm feeling a little low
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go
So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care
I got no one to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you
I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter said
A soldier's coming home
So the letters came from an army camp
In California then Vietnam
And he told her of his heart
It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of
He said when it's getting kinda rough over here
I think of that day sittin' down at the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don't worry but I won't be able to write for awhile
I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter said
A soldier's coming home
One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the Anthem sang
A man said folks would you bow your heads
For a list of local Vietnam dead
Crying all alone under the stands
Was a piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read but nobody really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair
Chorus: I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter said
A soldier's coming home
/Kim
Min kära Ewe och jag brukar spela gitarr. Ewe hade en period när hon fastnade för en massa countrysånger. En av de här sångerna som hon spelar för mig ibland får mig att vilja gråta ut inälvorna. Men det känns inte riktigt värdigt att göra det när Ewe sitter och spelar på aukustisk gitarr och sjunger så fint så att... Så att... Det gör ont i magen och bröstkorgen och halsen (på den som lyssnar ;P). Så jag biter alltid igen de där tårarna och går nästan sönder lite inombords.
Jag kanske är fånig. Men jag önskar att det gick att förmedla musik med text för då skulle jag skicka er en minnesbild av det här.
Här är texten i alla fall. Blir inte riktigt samma sak utan sång till, men den är fin ändå. (Mobba mig inte efter det här).
Travelling soldier
Two days past eighteen
He was waiting for the bus in his army green
Sat down in a booth in a cafe there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy so she gives him a smile
And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talking to me,
I'm feeling a little low
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go
So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care
I got no one to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you
I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter said
A soldier's coming home
So the letters came from an army camp
In California then Vietnam
And he told her of his heart
It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of
He said when it's getting kinda rough over here
I think of that day sittin' down at the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don't worry but I won't be able to write for awhile
I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter said
A soldier's coming home
One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the Anthem sang
A man said folks would you bow your heads
For a list of local Vietnam dead
Crying all alone under the stands
Was a piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read but nobody really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair
Chorus: I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter said
A soldier's coming home
/Kim
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