Mr. Tambourine Man, af Bob Dylan 1965.
>>Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand, Vanished from my hand, Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping. My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet, I have no one to meet And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship, My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels To be wanderin'. I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun, It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run And but for the sky there are no fences facin'. And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind, I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're Seein' that he's chasing.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.<<
...og hvem mon tambourinmanden er [img]images/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif[/img]
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Den hjemmedigtede...mel.; Folk og Rygere i Kardemommeby.
Vi lister os afsted på tå når vi skal ud at ryge. Vi mikser smøg og hashen godt før tændstikken vi stryge. Vi ryger til vi ikk´ ka gå og fyrer til vi ikk´ ka stå
Vi bruger vor penge på cannabinol smøger, tændstikker og stanniol
Policen si´r vi ikke må det er forbud´ at ryge men det vil vi da skide på vi bli´r nok ikke syge Vi får sgu ikke noget mad og ingen sæbe til vor bad
Vi bruger vor penge på cannabinol smøger, tændstikker og stanniol
Vor hjerner virker ikke mer for den har vi sgu røget de rager sgu da os en fjer hukommelsen er fløjet Vi køber hos en hem´lig mand og ryger på en kæmpe spand
Vi bruger vor penge på cannabinol smøger, tændstikker og stanniol
Og når det så går galt en dag så kommer vi ind og sidde det er nok ikk´ så galt endda der kan man os´ få fede Vi fylder cellen helt med røg når vi får ristet os en smøg
Vi bruger vor penge på cannabinol smøger, tændstikker og stanniol.
Umiddelbart...
Canned Heat, "Amphetamine Annie" (song with a message!)
Black Sabbath: "Sweet Leaf"...host host host
og så endelig Hoffmann-hymnen... "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds"
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