My Hometown van Bruce springsteen ,

My Hometown van Bruce springsteen , een van mijn meest favoriete artiesten. De melancholie in de muziek vind ik prachtig. Steeds krijg ik er kippevel van, prachtige song om bij weg te dromen...

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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
Id sit on his lap in that big old buick and steer as we drove through town
Hed 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 streets whitewashed windows and vacant stores
Seems like there aint 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 aint 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
Im 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

Nu is het wandeltijd, hoop het droog te houden en zonder regenbui thuis te komen. Zal voor alle zekerheid toch maar regenjas aandoen.

Van week van 8 tot 14 jan 2012