donderdag 2 januari 2014

Dag van de (nrc*)ex

Het is vandaag, 2 januari, de Dag van de Ex. Althans, dat wil ochtendkrant nrc*next voor elkaar krijgen. En zodoende is de krant van vandaag omgedoopt tot de nrc*ex, staat op de voorpagina een stelletje dat inmiddels geen stelletje meer is (hadden ze maar de kleren aangehouden) en is in de krant een reportage te lezen over exen.
Bob Dylan heeft hier niet zoveel mee te maken. Toegegeven: als er iémand is die veel over ex-geliefden heeft geschreven en gezongen, is dat Dylan wel. Maar daar dacht ik niet aan, toen ik het ex-verhaal in de krant las.
Waar ik wel aan dacht, is het lied Day Of The Locusts. Want zoals de Dag van de Ex een uitvloeisel is van de Dag Van De-explosie, zo is ook de dag van de sprinkhaan een dag waar we bij stil kunnen staan. En daarom voor vandaag de tekst van Day Of The Locusts.

Oh, the benches were stained with tears and perspiration
The birdies were flying from tree to tree
There was little to say, there was no conversation
As I stepped to the stage to pick up my degree
And the locusts sang off in the distance
Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody
Oh, the locusts sang off in the distance
Yeah, the locusts sang and they were singing for me

I glanced into the chamber where the judges were talking
Darkness was everywhere, it smelled like a tomb
I was ready to leave, I was already walkin’
But the next time I looked there was light in the room
And the locusts sang, yeah, it give me a chill
Oh, the locusts sang such a sweet melody
Oh, the locusts sang their high whining trill
Yeah, the locusts sang and they were singing for me

Outside of the gates the trucks were unloadin’
The weather was hot, a-nearly 90 degrees
The man standin’ next to me, his head was exploding
Well, I was prayin’ the pieces wouldn’t fall on me
Yeah, the locusts sang off in the distance
Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody
Oh, the locusts sang off in the distance
And the locusts sang and they were singing for me

I put down my robe, picked up my diploma
Took hold of my sweetheart and away we did drive
Straight for the hills, the black hills of Dakota
Sure was glad to get out of there alive
And the locusts sang, well, it give me a chill
Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody
And the locusts sang with a high whinin’ trill
Yeah, the locusts sang and they was singing for me
Singing for me, well, singing for me


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