So long, Bush

Inte för att jag tycker han är värt något, men jag skulle vilja dedikera en sång till George Walker Bush, nu när "åtta års elände" är över, som Lars Ohly uttryckte det.

Jag tycker att Townes Van Zandt får uttrycka resten. Den här sången skrev han i början av 70-talet. Nyårsdagen 1997 avled han, drygt tio år innan han hade fått se sin gamla sång, på ett nästan kusligt träffsäkert sätt, sammanfatta åtta års elände:

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Tower song

So close and yet so far away
And all the things I'd hoped to say
Will have to go unsaid today
Perhaps until tomorrow
Your fears have built a wall between
Our lives and all what loving means
Will have to go unfelt it seems
And that leaves only sorrow
You built your tower strong and tall
Can't you see, it's got to fall someday

You close your eyes and speak to me
Of faith and love and destiny
As distant as eternity
From truth and understanding
The wind blows cold outside your door
It whispers words I've tried before
But you don't hear me anymore
Your pride's just too demanding
You built your tower strong and tall
Can't you see, it's got to fall someday

The end is coming soon it's plain
A warm bed just ain't worth the pain
And I will go and you'll remain
With the bitterness we've tasted
A mother's breast, a newborn child
A poet's tear and drunken smile
I can't help feelin' all the while
Their meaning won't be wasted
You built your tower strong and tall
Can't you see, it's got to fall someday

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Nu ber jag bara imeem om att inte göra det här till ett 30-sekundersklipp. Det skulle vara dödsstöten mot mitt eget torn. Det krävs så lite.