Soundtrack of my life...

I don't believe in an interventionist God. But I know, darling, that you do. But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him, not to intervene when it came to you. Not to touch a hair on your head. To leave you as you are. And if He felt He had to direct you, then direct you into my arms. Into my arms, O Lord, Into my arms, O Lord, Into my arms, O Lord, Into my arms. And I don't believe in the existence of angels, but looking at you I wonder if that's true. But if I did I would summon them together, and ask them to watch over you. To each burn a candle for you, to make bright and clear your path. And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love. And guide you into my arms. Into my arms, O Lord, Into my arms, O Lord, Into my arms, O Lord, Into my arms. And I believe in Love. And I know that you do too. And I believe in some kind of path, that we can walk down, me and you. So keep your candle burning, and make her journey bright and pure. That she will keep returning. Always and evermore. Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms, O Lord, into my arms, O Lord, into my arms...

En sang jeg vil nominere til at være verdens bedste sang.

Nick Cave har formået at skabe det perfekte billede på en helt særlig følelse der bor i mig...

Det er sjovt, som sange og tekster kan ramme liiige præcis den følelse jeg - og mange andre - går rundt med inden i. Hvad enten det er en trist, tung og sørgelig eller en spudlende glad følelse. Som et soundtrack til ens liv. Jeg tror vi alle kender det; vi støder på en sang som er skrevet nøjagtigt til mig og til hvordan jeg har det lige nu. Nogle gange er det som om jeg flyver op og kan se ned på mig selv i mit liv og høre hvilken sang der bliver spillet mens man ser mig være i en særlig sindstilstand... Måske skulle jeg samle sangene en dag og skabe et soundtrack til mit liv??

Jeg er stødt på sange i løbet af min tid, der har ramt mig særligt. Især teksterne rammer og hjælper til at sætte ord på hvordan jeg virkelig har det inden i... Det er noget der ellers kan falde mig svært. Det kan være svært at ramme helt præcist de ord der kan beskrive det. Jeg stjæler med arme og ben fra andre så...

Who can say for certain - maybe you're still here. I feel you all around me, your memories so clear. Deep in the stillness, I can hear you speak. You're still an inspiration. Can it be, that you are mine, Forever love? And you are watching over me from up above? Fly me up to where you are. Beyond the distant star. I wish upon tonight. To see you smile. If only for a while to know you're there. A breath away's not far to where you are. Are you gently sleeping here inside my dream? And isn't faith believing all power can't be seen? As my heart holds you, just one beat away. I cherish all you gave me everyday. 'cause you are mine, Forever love. Watching me from up above. And I believe, that angels breathe. And that love will live on and never leave. Fly me up to where you are, beyond the distant star. I wish upon tonight to see you smile. If only for a while. To know you're there. A breath away's not far, to where you are. I know you're there. A breath away's not far to where you are.

Den tekst beskriver så klart den følelse der er dominerende inden i når jeg er ked... Så smuk en tekst og så lige i øjet...