Mir lagen vorhin ein paar Zeilen zum Leben einer „travelling band“ auf der Zunge bzw. auf der Tastatur, habe sie aber nicht ganz zusammenbekommen. Hole ich jetzt einfach nach:
I took a ferry to the highway
Then I drove to a pontoon plane
I took a plane to a taxi
And a taxi to a train
I’ve been traveling so long
How’m I ever going to know my home
When I see it again
I’m like a black crow flying
In a blue blue sky
In search of love and music
My whole life has been
Illumination
Corruption
And diving diving diving diving
Diving down to pick up on every shiny thing
Just like that black crow flying
In a blue sky
I looked at the morning
After being up all night
I looked at my haggard(*) face in the bathroom light
I looked out the window
And I saw that ragged soul take flight
I saw a black crow flying
In a blue sky
Oh I’m like a black crow flying
In a blue sky
(Joni Mitchell – Black Crow / 1976)
(*)haggard = eingefallen
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“There are legends of people born with the gift of making music so true it can pierce the veil between life and death. Conjuring spirits from the past and the future. This gift can bring healing—but it can also attract demons.” (From the movie Sinners by Ryan Coogler)