17 oktober 2009

Lied van de week : week 42 - 2009

The road - Frank Turner


Hij zit nu al enkele weken in mijn mp3-speler, deze single van Frank Turner, en hij was ook al de aanleiding voor een 8tracks-mix, en nu dus eindelijk ook lied van de week : The road. Eigenlijk valt er niet zo heel veel te vertellen over deze keuze : het is een rechttoe-rechtaan poprocknummer dat meteen de juiste snaar weet te raken, met een tekst die zonder al te veel franjes toch mooi vertelt hoe je innerlijke onrust zich kan vertalen in een soort zwerversverlangen. Soms is er niet meer nodig om mooi te zijn...

Je vindt het nummer op het album Poetry of the deed, dat je hier kan kopen.

Lyrics :

To the east to the east
The road beneath my feet
To the west to the west
I haven't got there yet
And to the north to the north
Never to be caught
To the south to the south
My time is running out

Ever since my childhood I've been scared I've been afraid
Of being trapped by circumstance and staying in one place
So I always keep a small bag full of clothes carefully stored
Somewhere secret somewhere safe
And somewhere close to the door

Well I've traveled many countries
I've washed my feet in many seas
I've drunk with drifters in Vienna and with punks in old DC
And I've driven across deserts driven by the irony
That only being shackled to the road could ever I be free

To the east to the east
The road beneath my feet
To the west to the west
I haven't got there yet
And to the north to the north
Never to be caught
To the south to the south
My time is running out

I've felt old before my time but now I keep the age away
By burning up the miles and yeah by filling up my days
And the nights a thousand nights I've played
And a thousand more to go
Before I take a breath and steal myself
For the next one thousand shows

To the east to the east
The road beneath my feet
To the west to the west
I haven't got there yet
And to the north to the north
Never to be caught
To the south to the south
My time is running out

Yes so saddle up your horses now and keep your powder dry
Cause the truth is you won't be here long
Yeah soon your going to die
To the heart, to the heart there's no time for you to waste
You won't find your precious answers now by staying in one place
Yeah by giving up the chase

To the east to the east
The road beneath my feet
To the west to the west
I haven't got there yet
And to the north to the north
Never to be caught
To the south to the south
My time is running out
To the south to the south
My time is running out
To the south to the south
My time is running out

I face the horizon everywhere I go
I face the horizon, the horizon is my home
I face the horizon everywhere I go
I face the horizon, the horizon is my home

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