Hoeveel ouers, net soos ek en my ouers voor my, raak vies vir die musiek waarna hul kinders luister? Behalwe dat dit soms klink na ‘n geskreeu en ‘n geslanery op ‘n klomp blikke, word dit ook oor en oor geluister – amper so erg soos die beperkte speellysie van sommige radiostasies. Toegegee, in my geval, word die musiek nie oorverdowend gespeel nie en kan ek dit darem nog verduur. Dankie vir klein wonderwerkies!
Toe ek egter die afgelope naweek vir die soveelste keer een van die liedjies hoor en net die “Fallen Leaves” deel in die amper “gejaagde” lied uitmaak, het ek gaan “google” om te sien waarna luister die mannetjie so knaend. Ek was verras oor wat op Wikipedia van die lied geskryf staan en gee glad nie om as my seun daarna luister en hopenlik die waarskuwing daarin ter harte neem nie. Dit bly steeds nie my idee van “musiek” nie, maar miskien sou ek ook ‘n paar jaar terug daarna geluister het.
Die lied gaan oor twee vriende wat amper dood is as gevolg van dwelmverslawing. Die lirieke beskryf die gevolge van dwelms en die tragedie in die verteller se lewe. “I left my best friends, or did they just leave me?” verwys na die verlies van vriende as gevolg van die verslawing en die tipiese herhaalde beloftes van ophou word weergegee in “Just one more hit, and I’ll be fine. I swear to God this’ll be my one last time!”. Dit is eintlik ‘n baie mooi gedig oor ‘n groot hartseer in ons samelewing wat ongelukkig net nie in my persoonlike smaak voorgedra word nie.
BILLY TALENT LYRICS
In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground
I hitched a ride, until the coast
To leave behind, all of my ghosts
Searching for something, I couldn’t find at home
Can’t get no job, can you spare a dime?
Just one more hit, and I’ll be fine
I swear to God, this’ll be my one last time!
In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground
Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground
When it gets dark, in Pigeon Park
Voice in my head, will soon be fed
By the vultures, that circle round the dead!
In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground
Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground
I never once thought, I’d ever be caught!
Staring at sidewalks, hiding my track marks!
I left my best friends, or did they just leave me?
In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground
In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground
Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground
Run away before you drown!
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground
Run away before you drown!
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves… on the ground
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