Izvor slike: Outside another yellow moon
Has punched a hole in the nighttime, yes
I climb through the window and down to the street
I’m shining like a new dime
The downtown trains are full
With all those Brooklyn girls
They try so hard
To break out of their little worlds
Well you wave your hand and they scatter like crows
They have nothing that will ever capture your heart
They’re just thorns without the rose
Be careful of them in the dark
Oh if I was the one
You chose to be your only one, oh yeah
Can’t you hear me now
Can’t you hear me now
Will I see you tonight?
On a downtown train
Every night, it’s just the same
You leave me lonely
Now, I know your window, and I know it’s late
I know your stairs and your doorway
I walk down your street and past your gate
I stand by the light at the four way
You watch them as the fall
Oh baby, they all have heart attacks
They stay at the carnival
But they’ll never win you back
Will I see you tonight?
On a downtown train
Every night
Every night, it’s just the same
Oh baby
Will I see you tonight?
On a downtown train
All of my dreams they fall like rain
Oh baby on a downtown train
Will I see you tonight?
On a downtown train
Every night
Every night, it’s just the same
Oh baby
Will I see you tonight?
Oh, on a downtown train
All of my dreams just fall like rain
All on a downtown train
All on a downtown train
All on a downtown train
All on a downtown train
On a downtown train
pa.. sad..
specijalna pjesma.. specificni riff .. jako tuzna.. jedna od onih koje usamljenim ljudim auzima svaku nadu za boljitak, ali je opet vole i na njoj bruse svoju hrabrost i bespomocnost…cekajuci svoj – downtown train.
Usamljena individua, zeljna ljubavi, upada u svoj imaginarni svijet. Vidi druge kako tumaraju u svojim, istim takvim, svijetovima. Izabire jednu imaginarnu i divi joj se..sa strane..stavljajuci je na pijedestal. Vlak simbolizira zivot koji prolazi. Zivot/vlak krcat ljudima izbjeglicama iz stvarnog svijeta. Njegova samoca i usamljenost mu dozvoljava svakodnevno tumaranje ulicama i cekanje na prolazak vlaka, kako bi na trenutak vidio ili zamastao, tu svoju muzu.
Americka verzija filozofije Charlesa Bukowskog…po meni.. Mislim ovdje na cjelokupni image.. pjesme/originalnog videa/ Tomovog glasa/ tematike.
Prvi put ju slušam.
Nešto ima u glasu, ta hrapavost….mene asocira na bespomoćnost. I ako tome dodam onaj zvuk vlaka koji migolji po tračnicama…..
Sviđa mi se ovo “izbjeglice iz stvarnog svijeta”.
Ljudi koji osvijeste svoju nesavršenost i hrabro žive uz nju, puno dublje i lakše mogu doživjeti tako obične, svakodnevne trenutke i pronalaziti u njima i mir i ljubav. Mogu proniknuti u nesavršenost drugih i mogu se na neki način ” stopiti” s njihovim svjetovima i prihvatiti ih.
Ne znam koliko to ima veze s pjesmom 🙂 , ali, slušajući ju, pustila sam misli da teku. 🙂