- Mine tanker om LTY

Mine tanker om "Letter To You"

"Letter To You" er Bruce Springsteens 20. studioalbum og blir utgitt den 23. oktober 2020. Albumet består av 12 spor og har en varighet på litt i overkant av 58 minutter.

Albumet ble spilt inn i Bruce Springsteens hjemmestudio Stone Hill Studio, i løpet av fem dager i november 2019.
"Letter To You", er Springsteens første studioalbum som er spilt inn "live in studio" og sammen med E Street Band, siden "Born In The USA" albumet i 1984.
Albumet inneholder ni nylig skrevne Springsteen-sanger, samt tre ny-innspillinger av tidligere ikke utgitte komposisjoner fra 1970-tallet.

"Letter To You", slippes 23. oktober

"I love the emotional nature of 'Letter To You, and I love the sound of the E Street Band playing completely live in the studio, in a way we’ve never done before, and with no overdubs. We made the album in only five days, and it turned out to be one of the greatest recording experiences I’ve ever had."
~Bruce Springsteen

Det var med stor forventning jeg hørte gjennom låtene for aller første gang. Etter en lengre pause med rockeren Bruce, var jeg virkelig klar for litt høyoktansk Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band igjen.
Ikke siden 2017, under sommerturneen i Australia og New Zeland, har vi opplevd Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band. I mellomtiden har vi hatt Broadway-showene i New York og "Western Stars" perioden, noe jeg også syntes var utrolig bra. Men det er noe eget når Bruce og bandet samles for å spille sammen. Da skjer det som regel noe magisk - og spørsmålet er nå om det denne gangen også skjer noe magisk? Etter min mening gjør det helt klart det...

Jeg vil som vanlig ta for meg låt for låt, og forsøke å sammenfatte mine opplevelser og tanker rundt disse låtene. Som alltid, vil det være forskjellige meninger om hvilke låter man synes er de beste og det er noe av det som er fascinerende med musikk.
Vi alle har hver våre favoritter og noen ganger kan egne favoritter bytte plass med andre låter, som tidligere ikke var vurdert som gode. Mange låter vokser i kvalitet etter som man får hørt de flere ganger, mens andre kan miste litt av glansen etter flere gjennomhøringer.

Springsteen er tilbake med "The E Street Band"

Uansett, jeg vil gjøre et forsøk på å sammenfatte mine tanker rundt hver av låtene på "Letter To You", slik jeg oppfatter de i dag – etter ca. 15 gjennomhøringer.
Jeg må understreke at dette kun er min oppfatning og at andre garantert vil oppleve låtene helt annerledes enn det jeg gjør.

One Minute You’re Here
Det hele åpnes forsiktig og lavmælt med albumets roligste låt. Her synger Springsteen nakent og ærlig om døden og at i det ene øyeblikket er du her, mens i det andre er du borte.
Det starter rolig med Bruce’s nakne stemme med et innslag av ekko og noe tilnærming til Roy Orbisons måte å synge på. Etter hvert kommer orgel og piano mer inn i lydbildet og fyller låten med den nydeligste atmosfæren som Bruce Springsteen er ekspert på.
Denne sangen har vokst seg større og større hos meg, etter flere gjennomhøringer.

Hør sangen her.

Big black train coming down the track
Blow your whistle long and long
One minute you're here
Next minute you're gone

I lay my penny down on the rails
As the summer wind sings its last song
One minute you're here
Next minute you're gone

Baby baby baby I'm so alone
Baby baby baby I'm coming home

Autumn carnival on the edge of town
We walk down the midway arm-in-arm
One minute you're here
Next minute you're gone

I thought I knew just who I was
And what I'd do but I was wrong
One minute you're here
Next minute you're gone

Red river running along the edge of town
On the muddy banks I lay my body down, this body down

Footsteps crackling on a gravel road
Stars vanish in a sky as black as stone
One minute you're here
Next minute you're gone
One minute you're here
Next minute you're gone
One minute you're here

Letter to You
Denne låten var albumets første single og ble sluppet den 10. september.
Etter en rolig åpning med "One Minute You’re Here", er det endelig tid for gjengen i "The E Street Band" til å koble til instrumentene og kjøre på. Dette er en flott og melodiøs låt hvor det hele skifter fra rolig akkompament til fullt trøkk fra bandet. Her får vi også servert en nydelig gitarsolo i midtseksjonen.

Se videoen her.

'Neath a crowd of mongrel trees I pulled that bothersome thread
Got down on my knees, grabbed my pen and bowed my head
Tried to summon all that my heart finds true
And send it in my letter to you

Whoa!

Things I found out through hard times and good
I wrote 'em all out in ink and blood
Dug deep in my soul and signed my name true
And sent it in my letter to you

In my letter to you I took all my fears and doubts
In my letter to you all the hard things I found out
In my letter to you all that I've found true
And I sent it in my letter to you

I took all the sunshine and rain
All my happiness and all my pain
The dark evening stars and the morning sky of blue
And I sent it in my letter to you
And I sent it in my letter to you

In my letter to you I took all my fears and doubts
In my letter to you all the hard things I found out
In my letter to you all that I found true
And I sent it in my letter to you
I sent it in my letter to you

Burnin’ Train
Nå tar det virkelig fyr! Her har vi en låt som virkelig er laget for de store arenaene. Jeg kan virkelig se for meg denne låten som åpningslåt på konserter, når endelig Springsteen og bandet igjen kan turnere (snakker vi 2022?).
Det hele starter med orgel, gitar og klokkenspiel før trommene virkelig setter det hele i brann. Hårene reiser seg i nakken. Som Bruce synger "I wanted you to heal me but instead you set me on fire", så gjør virkelig også denne låten det. Trommene slår taktfast gjennom hele låten mens Bruce’s stemme leder oss gjennom sangen som en fakkel i mørket. Gitarsoloene river og røsker i sjelen og vi får ikke bare en solo, men en i både midt- og sluttseksjonen. Her er det bare å skru opp volumet på fullt og la tonene fyllet rommet. Rockafantastisk!

Hør sangen her.

Zero's my number, time is my hunter
I wanted you to heal me but instead you set me on fire
We were out over the border, I washed you in holy water
We whispered our black prayers and rose up in flames

Take me on your burning train
Take me on your burning train

White sun burning, black wings beating
I ran my fingers 'cross the hollow of your stomach as you lay breathing
With our shared faith, rising dark and decayed
Take me and shake me from this mortal cage

Take me on your burning train
Take me on your burning train

Something shining in the light 'neath your breast
The thick smell of you on my chest

On your bed of thorns, I brought you shining gifts
Wiped the sweat from your brow and I touched your lips
Sheets stained with sweat, outside the endless rain
Darling I'm blessed in your blood and marked by Cain

Take me on your burning train
Take me on your burning train
Take me on your burning train

Janey Needs a Shooter
Dette er den første av i alt tre nyinnspillinger av eldre låter. "Janey Needs a Shooter" har gjennomgått en stor forandring siden den først ble skrevet i begynnelsen av 1970-tallet. Dagens versjon er mest lik versjonen som begynte å ta form i forbindelse med "Darkness On The Edge Of Town" albumet og senere vurdert til "The River".
Man kan lett se for seg denne låten som en av de utvalgte på "The Promise", som inneholdt outtakes fra "Darkness" albumet. Nydelig melodi og instrumentering av bandet. Bruce får også brukt stemmeprakten til det fullkomne, noe vi får oppleve på slutten av låten. Ekstra herlig er det å få høre en skikkelig munnspillsolo igjen.

Hør sangen her.

Well Janey's got a doctor who tears apart her insides
He investigates her and silently bates her sighs
He probes with his fingers but knows her heart only through his stethoscope
His hands are cold and his body's so old
Janey turns him down like dope

Janey needs a shooter now
A shooter like me on her side
Janey needs a shooter now
A shooter man who knows her style
The way that I know her style

Well Janey's got a priest from his marble pulpit he smiles
He provides consolation and he hears her confession at any time
In the pages of his bible he holds from what Janey hides
And with her doors open wide she begs, "Come inside"
But he's been frozen so long on the outside

Janey needs a shooter now
A shooter like me on her side
Janey needs a shooter now
A shooter man who knows her style
The way that I know her style

Well Janey's got a cop who lives 'round the block and checks on her every night
The skin turn pale as the siren he'd wail outside when he knew I was inside
Janey's small and sometimes he scared her
So I held her real close, she was more saint than a ghost
And told her I so long had been prepared for her

Janey needs a shooter now
A shooter like me on her side
Janey needs a shooter now
A shooter man who knows her style
Janey needs a shooter now
A shooter like me on her side
Janey needs a shooter now
A shooter man who knows her style
The way that I know her style
A man who knows her style
The way that I know her style
A man who knows her style
The way that I know her style
A man who knows her style
The way that I know her style
A man who knows her style
The way that I know her style
A man who knows her style
The way that I know her style
A man who knows her style
The way that I know her style

Last Man Standing
Sangens tematikk omhandler Bruce som den eneste gjenlevende medlemmet av hans tidlige band The Castilles.
Låten begynner rolig med Nils på akustisk gitar før resten av bandet sparkes i gang. Låten inneholder en flott saksofonsolo av Jake Clemons. En helt grei rockelåt, men ikke en som treffer meg så veldig hardt. Kan hende denne vokser med tiden, men per nå synes jeg dette er albumets svakeste låt.

Hør sangen her.

Faded pictures in an old scrapbook
Faded pictures that somebody took
When you were hard and young and proud
Back against the wall running raw and loud

Snakeskin vest and a sharkskin suit
Cuban heels on your boots
Kick in the band and side by side
You take the crowd on their mystery ride

Knights of Columbus and the Fireman's Ball
Friday night at the Union Hall
Black leather clubs all along Route 9
You count the names of the missing as you count off time

Flock of angels lift me somehow
Somewhere high and hard and loud
Somewhere deep into the heart of the crowd
I'm the last man standing now
I'm the last man standing now

Out of school and out of work
Thrift store jeans and flannel shirt
The lights go down and we face the crowd
The last man standing now

Lights come up at the Legion Hall
Pool cues go back up on the wall
You pack your guitar and have one last beer
With just the ringing in your ears

Flock of angels lift me somehow
Somewhere high and hard and loud
Somewhere deep into the heart of the crowd
I'm the last man standing now
I'm the last man standing now
I'm the last man standing now

One, two, three, four!
Go!

The Power of Prayer
Låten starter med en piano-intro av Roy Bittan, før Bruce og bandet setter i gang med trommeslagene til Max Weinberg. Låten har en flott melodi og kan minne meg om noen av låtene på "Working On A Dream" albumet. Her finnes det flott orgel spill av Charles Giordano, saksofonsolo av Jake Clemons hvor Little Steven fyller inn lydbilde med nydelig gitarspill.
En flott pop-rock låt.

Hør sangen her.

Meet me afternoon 'neath the summer sun
Right by the lake till the evening comes
I run my fingers through your sun streaked hair
Baby that's the power of prayer

Summer nights, summer's in the air
I stack the tables with the chairs
As close and tight when you're standing there
Baby that's the power of prayer

It's a fixed game without any rules
An empty table on a ship of fools
I'm holding hearts, I play the pair
Darling it's just the power of prayer

It's a fixed game without any rules
An empty table on a ship of fools
I'm holding hearts, I play the pair
I'm going all in 'cause I don't care

They say that love it comes and goes
But darling what, what do they know
I'm reaching for heaven, we'll make it there
Darling it's just the power of prayer
Baby it's just the power of prayer
Darling it's just the power of prayer

Last call, the bouncer shuts the door
This magic moment drifts across the floor
As Ben E. King's voice fills the air
Baby that's the power of prayer

House of a Thousand Guitars
Igjen får vi en helt utrolig pianointro av Roy Bittan. Selve atmosfæren, til åpningen av denne nydelige låten, kan minne meg om åpningen på "Racing In The Street" fra "Darkness" albumet. Etter den nydelige introen, kommer Bruce inn og synger, kun med piano-akkompagnement. Sakte men sikkert kommer litt orgelspill inn i lydbildet.
Sangen bæres frem av en helt utrolig flott stemmefremførelse av Bruce. Det er nesten som om han synger som om det er det siste han skal gjøre. Det høres sårt og bedende ut og er utrolig vakkert.
Etter hvert kommer resten av bandet inn og fyller låten til det fulle. Selvfølgelig får vi også her en nydelig gitarsolo som ender med at sangen igjen roer seg helt ned med Roy’s nydelige pianospill. Deretter tennes igjen gnistene og låten flammer opp igjen, før det hele avsluttes med Bruce’s nydelige stemme som synger sårt og nakent: "A thousand guitars, a thousand guitars". Gåsehud stemning.

Hør sangen her.

The blood moon shines across the veil
Bells ring out through churches and jails
I tally my wounds and count the scars
In the house of a thousand guitars

The criminal clown has stolen the throne
He steals what he can never own
May the truth ring out from every small town bar
We'll light up the house of a thousand guitars

Well it's alright and it's alright
Meet me darling come Saturday night
All good souls from near and far
Will meet in the house of a thousand guitars

Here the bitter and the bored
Wake in search of the lost chord
That'll band us together for as long as there's stars
Yeah in the house of a thousand guitars

Well it's alright and it's alright
Meet me darling come Saturday night
Brother and sister wherever you are
We'll meet in the house of a thousand guitars

So we can shake off your troubles my friend
We'll go where the music never ends
From the stadiums to the small town bars
We'll light up the house of a thousand guitars

House of a thousand guitars, house of a thousand guitars
Brother and sister wherever you are
We'll rise together till we find the spark
That'll light up the house of a thousand guitars

Well it's alright and it's alright
Meet me darling come Saturday night
All good souls from near and far
We'll meet at the house of a thousand guitars

A thousand guitars, a thousand guitars
A thousand guitars, a thousand guitars
A thousand guitars, a thousand guitars
A thousand guitars, a thousand guitars

Rainmaker
En flott rocker som starter rolig før den bygger seg opp til en drivende rockelåt. Kan minne meg litt om "Into The Fire" fra "The Rising", som ble sluppet i 2002. Det er utrolig befriende å høre Bruce bruke kraften han har i sin stemme og det virker absolutt ikke som om alderen har hemmet stemmeprakten. Dette er også en sang jeg kan se for meg på en fullsatt konsertarena.
Dette er den ene sangen som virkelig tar opp problemene som USA har hatt under Donald Trumps styre.

Hør sangen her.

Parched crops dying 'neath a dead sun
We've been praying but no good comes
The dog's howling, home's stripped bare
We've been worried but now we're scared

People come for comfort or just to come
Taste the dark sticky potion or hear the drums
Hands raised to Yahweh to bring the rain down
He comes crawling 'cross the dry fields like a dark shroud

Rainmaker a little faith for hire
Rainmaker the house is on fire
Rainmaker take everything you have
Sometimes folks need to believe in something so bad, so bad, so bad
They'll hire a rainmaker

Rainmaker says white's black and black's white
Says night's day and day's night
Says close your eyes and go to sleep now
I'm in a burning field unloading buckshot into low clouds

Rainmaker a little faith for hire
Rainmaker the house is on fire
Rainmaker take everything you have
Sometimes folks need to believe in something so bad, so bad, so bad
They'll hire a rainmaker

Slow moving wagon drawing through a dry town
Painted rainbow, crescent moon and dark clouds
Brother patriot come forth and lay it down
Your blood brother for king and crown
For your rainmaker

They come for the smile, the firm handshake
They come for the raw chance of a fair shake
Some come to make damn sure, my friend
This mean season's got nothing to do with them

They come 'cause they can't stand the pain
Of another long hot day of no rain
'Cause they don't care or understand
What it really takes for the sky to open up the land

Rainmaker a little faith for hire
Rainmaker the house is on fire
Rainmaker take everything you have
Sometimes folks need to believe in something so bad, so bad, so bad
They'll hire a rainmaker
Rainmaker
Rainmaker
Rainmaker

If I Was the Priest
Den andre "gamle" låten på albumet er en nydelig gjenskapelse fra Springsteens tidlige periode. Mange har sikkert hørt flere versjoner av denne låten, som først ble skrevet i 1971.
Tidligere har denne stort sett blitt fremført akustisk og denne versjonen starter også slik. Men etter rundt 45 sekunder kommer bandet inn og sangen får en helt annen karakter. Det låter tett og man får en skikkelig "E Street Band" følelse.
Hele arrangementet kan minne litt om Bob Dylans låter, hvor han spiller med The Band. Det er mye gitarspill i sangen og Bruce tar igjen frem munnspillet.
Jeg var litt skeptisk til denne, men er utrolig positivt overrasket og denne kan godt bli en av de store favorittene på albumet. Spesielt avslutningen er bare helt utrolig fantastisk. Her er det bare å skru opp volumet og la rytmene fylle rommet.

Hør sangen her.

There's a light on yonder mountain
And it's calling me to shine
There's a girl over by the water fountain
And she's asking to be mine
And Jesus is standing in the doorway
In a buckskin jacket, boots and spurs so fine
He says, "We need you son tonight up in Dodge City
'Cause there's just too many outlaws trying to work the same line"

Now if Jesus was a sheriff and I were the priest
If my lady was an heiress and my Mama was a thief
If Papa rode shotgun on the Fargo line
There's still too many bad boys trying to work the same line

Well sweet Virgin Mary runs the Holy Grail saloon
Well for a nickel she'll give you whiskey and a personally blessed balloon
And the Holy Ghost is the host with the most, he runs the burlesque show
Where they'll let you in for free and they hit you when you go
Mary serving Mass on Sunday and she sells her body on Monday
To the bootlegger who paid the highest price
He don't know he got stuck with a loser, she's stone junkie what's more she's a user
She's only been made once or twice by some kind of magic

If Jesus was a sheriff and I were the priest
If my lady was an heiress and my Mama was a thief
And Papa rode shotgun on the Fargo line
There's still too many outlaws trying to work the same line

Well things ain't been the same in heaven since big bad Bobby came to town
He's been known to down eleven, then ask for another round
Me I've got scabs on my knees from kneeling way too long
It's about time I played the man, took a stand where I belong
And I forget about the old friends and the old times
There's just too many new boys trying to work the same line

Well if Jesus was a sheriff and I were the priest
If my lady was an heiress and my Mama was a thief
And Papa rode shotgun on the Fargo line
There's just too many outlaws trying to work the same line

Well there's a light on yonder mountain
And it's calling me to shine
There's a girl over by the water fountain
'Cause she's asking to be mine
Jesus is standing in the doorway
Six gun drawn and ready to fan
Said, "We need you tonight son up in Dodge City"
Told him I was already overdue for Cheyenne

If Jesus was the sheriff and I were the priest
If my lady was an heiress and my Mama was a thief
And Papa rode shotgun on the Fargo line
There's still too many bad boys trying to work the same line

If Jesus was the sheriff and I were the priest
If my lady was an heiress and my Mama was a thief
And Papa rode shotgun on the Fargo line
There's still too many bad boys trying to work the same line

If Jesus was the sheriff and I was the priest

Ghosts
Dette var den andre singlen fra albumet og ble sluppet den 24. september.
Her svinger det fra starten av og trommene til Max sparker det hele i gang. Rockeren Bruce er virkelig tilbake på stadion-rock formatet. Her klaffer alt – Springsteen stemme, gitarsoloene, trommebeaten til Max, melodien og ikke minst refrenget. Låten avsluttes med en flott koring av bandet.
Dette kan fort bli en stor hit, om radiostasjonene tørr å spille noe annet enn gamle Springsteen låter.

Se videoen her.

I hear the sound of your guitar
Coming in from the mystic far
The stone and the gravel in your voice
Come in my dreams and I rejoice

It's your ghost moving through the night
Spirit filled with light
I need, need you by my side
Your love and I'm alive

I can feel the blood shiver in my bones
I'm alive and I'm out here on my own
I'm alive and I'm coming home

Old buckskin jacket you always wore
Hangs on the back of my bedroom door
Boots and the spurs you used to ride
Click down the hall but never arrive

It's just your ghost moving through the night
Spirit filled with light
I need, need you by my side
Your love and I'm alive

I can feel the blood shiver in my bones
I'm alive and I'm out here on my own
I'm alive and I'm coming home

Your old Fender Twin from Johnny's Music downtown
Still set on 10 to burn this house down
Count the band in then kick into overdrive
By the end of the set we leave no one alive

Ghosts running through the night
Our spirits filled with light
I need, need you by my side
Your love and I'm alive

I shoulder your Les Paul and finger the fretboard
I make my vows to those who've come before
I turn up the volume, let the spirits be my guide
Meet you brother and sister on the other side

I'm alive, I can feel the blood shiver in my bones
I'm alive and I'm out here on my own
I'm alive and I'm coming home
Yeah I'm coming home

One, two, one two three four

Song for Orphans
Dette er den siste av de "gamle" låtene og kanskje den minst kjente av disse tre. Denne minner kanskje mer om Bob Dylan enn den foregående. Når man hører denne låten, er det kanskje ikke så rart at Bruce ble kalt den nye Dylan på begynnelsen av 70-tallet. Selv stemmen til Bruce er litt mer hesere her, litt som det man forbandt Bruce med på midten av 70 tallet.
Også denne sangen har fått en helt annen musikalsk drakt enn den vi kjenner fra tidligere gjennomhøringer.
Låten begynner med Max’ trommer og Springsteens munnspill som leder resten av bandet inn i sangen. Her er det et stort lydbilde med masse gitar og Nils Lofgren drar frem steel-gitaren, noe som får frem en litt folk-rock følelse. Dette var også en låt jeg var litt skeptisk til, men som "I Was The Priest", har denne blitt en mye bedre versjon enn den vi har hørt tidligere.
Alle de tre nye "gamle" låtene er de tre lengste sangene på albumet med over seks minutter hver.

Hør sangen her.

Well the multitude assembled and tried to make the noise
Them black blind poet generals and restless loud white boys
But time's grew thin and the axis grew somehow incomplete
Where instead of child lions we had aging junkie sheep

Well how many wasted have I seen signed "Hollywood or bust"
And left to ride the ever ghostly Arizona gusts
Cheerleader tramps and kids with big amps sounding in the void
High society vamps, ex-heavyweight champs mistaking soot for soil

So break me now big Mama as Old Faithful breaks the day
Believe me my good Linda, the aurora will shine the way
The confederacy's in my name now, the hounds are held at bay
The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your muscles play

Well the doorstep blanket weaver, Madonna pushes bells
From house to house I see her giving last kisses and wishing well
To every gypsy mystic hero that the kids might find a place
Who get lost forever mothers and fathers on their weekends out in space

Well sons they search for fathers, but the fathers are all gone
The lost souls search for saviors, but saviors don't last long
Those aimless questless renegade brats who live their lives in song
They run the length of a candle, in a goodnight whisper and they're gone

So break me now big Mama as Old Faithful breaks the day
Believe me my good Linda, the aurora will shine the way
The confederacy's in my name now, the hounds are held at bay
The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your muscles play

Yeah!

Well the missions are filled with hermits, they're looking for a friend
The terraces are filled with cat-men just looking for a way in
Those orphans jumped on silver mountains lost in celestial alleyways
They wait for that old tramp Dog Man Moses, he takes in all the strays

Now don't you grow on empty legends or lonely cradle songs
Billy the Kid was just a bowery boy who made a living twirling his guns
The night she's long and lanky and she speaks in a mother tongue
She lullabies the refugees with amplifier's hum

So break me now big Mama as Old Faithful breaks the day
Believe me my good Linda, the aurora will shine the way
The confederacy's in my name now, the hounds are held at bay
The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your muscles play
The confederacy's in my name now, the hounds are held at bay
The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your muscles play

I’ll See You in My Dreams
En fantastisk musikkreise avsluttes med den nydelige slow-rockeren "I’ll See You in My Dreams".
Albumet startet med å synge om døden, hvor man i det ene øyeblikket er her, mens man i det andre øyeblikket er borte. Sirkelen avsluttes på albumets siste spor, hvor Bruce vakkert synger om minnene man har om de som er borte - de finnes i drømmene...
I "I'll See You in My Dreams" er det Danny Federici og Clarence Clemons som minnes. "For death is not the end And I'll see you in my dreams".
Sangen starter rolig med Bruce’s vakre stemme akkompagnert med lett instrumentering før resten av bandet kommer inn etter første vers.
Sangen har en nydelig melodi og inneholder en fantastisk gitarsolo og orgel- og pianosolo. Det hele fades ut i en nydelig gitarsolo, hvor til slutt bandet stilner og Bruce synger nakent og nydelig "And I'll see you in my dreams".
Sangen er en perfekt avslutning på en plate som virkelig viser at Bruce Springsteen leverer på øverste hylle. Det eneste skåret i gleden en at vi ikke får oppleve disse låtene på noen konserter i den nærmeste fremtid.

Hør sangen her.

The road is long and seeming without end
The days go on, I remember you my friend
And though you're gone and my heart's been empty it seems
I'll see you in my dreams

I got you guitar here by the bed
All your favorite records and all the books that you read
And though my soul feels like it's been split in the seams
I'll see you in my dreams

I'll see you in my dreams when all our summers have come to an end
I'll see you in my dreams, we'll meet and live and laugh again
I'll see you in my dreams, yeah around the river bend
For death is not the end
And I'll see you in my dreams

I'll see you in my dreams when all our summers have come to an end
I'll see you in my dreams, we'll meet and live and laugh again
I'll see you in my dreams, yeah around the river bend
For death is not the end
And I'll see you in my dreams
See you in my dreams
See you in my dreams

Go!

And I'll see you in my dreams

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Rune 17/10-20