Åker bil mellan Ramlösa i Skåne och klipporna i Bohuslän. Det är mörkt, börjar bli sen kväll, lyssnar på Joni Mitchells River på repeat. Är inte alls så melankolisk som Mitchell och hennes sång och blir det inte heller av att lyssna. Men den får den intensivt dunkande höstpulsen att gå ner, kan plötsligt tänka en tanke i taget.
Önskar er alla Below Beneath-läsare en god jul och pulssänkande dagar. Vi hörs här även under ledigheten men lite mer på halvfart än annars.
River
Joni Mitchell 1970
It’s coming on Christmas
They’re cutting down trees
They’re putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on
But it don’t snow here
It stays pretty green
I’m going to make a lot of money
Then I’m going to quit this crazy scene
Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I made my baby cry
He tried hard to help me
You know, he put me at ease
And he loved me so naughty
Made me weak in the knees
Oh, I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I’m so hard to handle
I’m selfish and I’m sad
Now I’ve gone and lost the best baby
That I ever had
I wish I had a river I could skate away on
Oh, I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I made my baby say goodbye
It’s coming on Christmas
They’re cutting down trees
They’re putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
I wish I had a river I could skate away on