søndag den 7. februar 2010

Bryllupssang

Her forleden forsøgte jeg at skabe orden i en masse gamle papirer og faldt bla. over en masse håndskrevne Ampel tekster. Jeg tog dem med til Ditte, der administrerer Ampels scrapbog, men en af teksterne voldte lidt besvær. Jeg kunne kun se, at det var Mortens skrift, men kunne hverken se becifringer eller huske bare at have set lidt af teksten før.

Det viste sig at være Mortens tekst til den sang Ampel fremførte til vores bryllup; og da de andre (beklageligvis) aldrig har villet spille sangen hverken for mig eller andre siden brylluppet, så tog jeg teksten med hjem igen for at komme den i vores bryllupsbog.

Her til aften læste jeg dog lige teksten igen, og selvom den er uden musik til, så er den virkelig fin og giver utroligt meget mening for de få særligt indviede i visse af ordspillene. Jeg synes derfor den fortjener et genoptryk:

Left by the Devil
seeking comfort in alcohol
and a gathering in black -
The "Antichrist" was back.

Suicide threats on open road
for a tiny bit of alcohol.
His railway worker's shirt
prevented him from getting hurt.

In the starlight bright...
She looked like an angel - sitting on the stairs.
Her light would blind him - forget his where and where's.
Now she's thick, but not like the ol' one.
The storch is coming, November boy.
"Cathy come home", your mom is calling.
They built their home on the top of clouds,
tore down the walls, made room for heart.
A wedding song, the perfect start. Well, hope we'll give you here.

Lost in the stronghold of
intellectuality.
A simple working man,
but Cupid had a plan.

She sat in the darkness,
when our hero came in view.
And Cupid wasn't slow -
he bent his magic bow...

...and hit her in the heart.
He looked like an angel beneath his hip hop clothes.
His light would blind her - although his breath was gross.
Now she's thick, but not like the ol' one.
The storch is coming, November boy.
"Cathy come home", your mom is calling.
They built their home on the top of clouds,
tore down the walls, made room for heart.
A wedding song, the perfect start. Well, hope we'll give you here.

Politeness is a virtue
curiosity is two,
and in the blue light of the screen
he made his conscience clean.

Their eyes were shivering,
when they had their rendezvous.
She said electricity
"is here for you and me".

...and now they're having kids.
She looked like an angel - sitting on the stairs.
Her light would blind him - forget his where and where's.
Now she's thick, but not like the ol' one.
The storch is coming, November boy.
"Cathy come home", your mom is calling.
They built their home on the top of clouds,
tore down the walls, made room for heart.
A wedding song, the perfect start. Well, hope we'll give you here.

And we just hope you'll be happy
and love each other like we do...
like we do...

He looked like an angel beneath his hip hop clothes.
His light would blind her - although his breath was gross.
Now she's thick, but not like the ol' one.
The storch is coming, November boy.
"Cathy come home", your mom is calling.
They built their home on the top of clouds,
tore down the walls, made room for heart.
A wedding song, the perfect start. Well, hope we'll give you here.

Tusind tak endnu en gang, Morten, Kasper, Ditte og Peter.

1 kommentar:

  1. Nååååååh, snøft.
    Vi kender historien, men det gør intet at blive mindet om, hvor helt utrolig smuk den er..
    Og det er stort at få det fra Morten endnu en gang, denne gang som den smukkeste poesi..

    Møs, møs og hip hurra for kærligheden
    Birgitte

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