
Vi har mange lyktestolper i Houston. Og det er luftspenn - ledninger i luften mellom dem. Her er det fortsatt mulig å være bird on a wire.
Litt grått i dag, men med en nydelig himmel.
Motivet på plass og Leonard Cohens gamle låt i øret - det ble dagens post.
For meg er “Bird on a wire” en sår sang, en sang om livet som ikke alltid blir slik vi ønsker oss. Om tap og nederlag, og vår frykt for nærhet - som kan bli til avvisning. Og jeg liker damen som sier ”hvorfor ikke be om litt mere”, og da kanskje mest av oss selv?
“To try and fail is at least to learn. To fail to try is to suffer the loss of what might have been.” ~ Benjamin Franklin
Nederst har du Cohen selv - så får du melodien til også, og det er lov å synge med…
Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in some old midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
Like a knight from some old fashioned book
It was the shape, shape of my love twisting me.
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope you can just just let it all go right on by.
If I, if I have been untrue
It was just that I thought a lover had to be some kind of liar too
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope you can just just let it all go right on by.
If I, if I have been untrue,
I hope you now by now my love, it was never to you.
Like a little baby, stillborn,
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
But I swear, I swear by this song
I swear by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar he was standing there on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, you must not ask for so much.
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
She cried out to me, hey; why not ask for just a little bit more?
Oh like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in some old midnight choir
have I tried in my way to be free.





