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Tom Waits er på sitt vis et geni, syns jeg. Han har sin sjanger, sin nisje og sitt felt. Han har opptil flere følelser, men slik jeg hører det bare en farge. En farge som passer meg fint – grå.

Denne sangen treffer godt på flere sider nå.

I must have brought the bad weather with me
The sky’s the colour of lead
All you’ve left me was a feather
On an unmade bed

It’s always me whenever there’s trouble
The world does nothing but turn
And the ring it fell off my finger
I guess I’ll never learn

And it’s over, it’s over, it’s over
I’m getting dressed in the dark
Our story ends before it begins
I always confess to everyone’s sins
The nail gets hammered down
And it’s over, let it go

So don’t go and make a big deal out of nothing
It’s just a storm on a dime
And I’ve always found there’s nothing
That money can not buy
I’ve already gone to the place that I’m going
There’s no place left to fall
And there’s something to be said
About saying nothing at all

Caus baby that it is over, it’s over
It’s done, forgotten and through
The story ends before it begins
I always confess to everyone’s sins
The nail gets hammered down
And it’s over, let it go

You’ve got to let me go
I’m gona let it go
I’m gona let it go
I’m gona let you go

Med takk til Arthur – for påminnelsen.