Sunday, January 16, 2011

Tilnefning nr. 280 - Kjartan

My Hometown - Bruce Springsteen[1984]

Bruce Springsteen - My Hometown af Born in the USA frá 1984



I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town
He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around this is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown

In '65 tension was running high at my high school
There was a lot of fights between the black and white
There was nothing you could do
Two cars at a light on a Saturday night in the back seat there was a gun
Words were passed in a shotgun blast
Troubled times had come to my hometown
My hometown
My hometown
My hometown

Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores
Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more
They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back to your hometown
Your hometown
Your hometown
Your hometown

Last night me and Kate we laid in bed
talking about getting out
Packing up our bags maybe heading south
I'm thirty-five we got a boy of our own now
Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good look around
This is your hometown

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Þetta er tilnefning Kjartans.

Sáki

Anonymous said...

Í alvöru ??

Bráki

Anonymous said...

Já ég gleymdi nebblega að láta það koma fram.

Sáki H

Anonymous said...

Hélt að þetta væri enn ein refsingin :

Kv.

Ölmóður

Anonymous said...

Láttu ekki svona þetta er frábært lag. Mér þótti samt rétt að láta vita svo refsideildin í hlíðunum mundi ekki bregðast skjótt við.

Sáki H

Anonymous said...

Þú ert að meina manninn með vöndinn...þe. refsivöndinn.
Hann minnir svolítið á Lukku-Láka...hann er sneggri en skugginn að refsa.