Willesden to Cricklewood – en sang på hjernen

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På en opsamlingsplade faldt jeg over Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros’ sang Willesden to Cricklewood, og nu har den sat sig fast. Det gør ikke noget, for det er en rigtig god sang, en rigtig god melodi. Jeg tror, Dan Turéll ville have elsket denne sang og dens londonske lokalkolorit. Her er hverdagen og storbyen sanselig, poesien konkret, som Onkel Danny ville have elsket det. Med sin slæbende og dog swingende rytme illuderer sangen ganske godt den dejlige aktivitet det er at gå rundt i storbyen. Man får lyst til at følge Joes invitation og blive “a mad man on the street”, hvis det ellers havde været muligt…

From Willesden to Cricklewood

I tell you the town looked good

Walking lonely avenues

Where rhinestone cowboys find the blues

There’s people in doing their thing

Gettin’ all the mozzarella in

And the passing time and phassing moons

Words flying in cloudy rooms

Plastic bags, milk and eggs

The poor old crone’s got aching legs

How I would love to speak

To everybody on the street

Just for once to break the rules

I know it would be so cool

From Willesden to Cricklewood

From Willesden to Cricklewood

From Willesden to Cricklewood

Come with me and be no good

Be a mad man on the street

Sing something out like reet petite

Let’s hip-hop at traffic lights

Ten thumbs up and smilin’ bright

Crossing all the great divides

Color, age and heavy vibes

From Willesden to Cricklewood

I tell you the town looked good

From Willesden to Cricklewood

From Willesden to Cricklewood

Oh, let’s go down to Al Rashid’s

All the Aussie lagers are on me

Now you’ve got the Absinthe out

Your old mother, she wants a stout

From Willesden to Cricklewood

As I went it all looked good

Thought about my babies grown

Thought about going home

Thought about what’s done is done

We’re alive and that’s the one

From Willesden to Cricklewood

From Willesden to Cricklewood

Oh, let’s go down to Al Rashid’s

All the Aussie lagers are on me

Now you’ve got the Absinthe out

Your old mother, she wants a stout

From Willesden to Cricklewood

I tell you the town looked good

From Willesden to Cricklewood

From Willesden to Cricklewood

One thought on “Willesden to Cricklewood – en sang på hjernen”

  1. Hvorfor forekommer flere linjer sÃ¥ bekendte? NÃ¥, det mÃ¥ jo komme pÃ¥ et eller andet tidspunkt; nu har jeg foreløbigt lagt”Cricklewood Green” med Ten Years After pÃ¥, og Alvin Lee giver den i baggrunden i bedste British Blues tradition.

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