12. Townes Van Zandt – Like a summer Thursday
Album: Our mother the mountain (1969)
Townes Van Zandt fand fast immer die schönsten Worte, um Stimmungen zu beschreiben. Deshalb lassen wir sie sprechen:
Her face was crystal, fair and fine,
and her breath was morning and her lips were wine
and her eyes were laughter and her touch divine
and her face was crystal and she was mine.
If only she could feel my pain,
but feelin‘ is a burden she can’t sustain,
so like a summer Thursday I cry for rain
to come and turn the ground to green again.
If only she could hear my songs
’bout the empty difference
between the rights and wrongs,
then I know that I could stand alone
as well as they, now that she’s gone.
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there's room at the top they are telling you still but first you must learn how to smile as you kill