October
Saturday 17 October 2009 photo 1/3
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En av mina favoritlåtar, första minnet med den här låten är en promenad ner under järnvägsviadukten hemma i Norra Näs i höstens mörker. Påväg hem efter en lång dag.
Videon är egentligen inte sammanhängande med texten men den berättar en "intressant historia" och är svår att inte börja reflektera över.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dOibtqWo6z4
On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha
You can listen to the engines, moanin' out it's one old song
You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wanderin', the way they always do
When you're ridin' 16 hours, and there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through.
You can listen to the engines, moanin' out it's one old song
You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wanderin', the way they always do
When you're ridin' 16 hours, and there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through.
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