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And then you also fell away. Leaving a void filled with countless great memories. Goodbey pa, say hello to mum out there…

Well Papa go to bed now it’s getting late
Nothing we can say is gonna change anything now
I’ll be leaving in the morning from St. Mary’s Gate
We wouldn’t change this thing even if we could somehow
Cause the darkness of this house has got the best of us
There’s a darkness in this town that’s got us too
But they can’t touch me now
And you can’t touch me now
They ain’t gonna do to me
What I watched them do to you

So say goodbye it’s Independence Day
It’s Independence Day
All down the line
Just say goodbye it’s Independence Day
It’s Independence Day this time

Now I don’t know what it always was with us
We chose the words, and yeah, we drew the lines
There was just no way this house could hold the two of us
I guess that we were just too much of the same kind

Well say goodbye it’s Independence Day
It’s Independence Day all boys must run away
So say goodbye it’s Independence Day
All men must make their way come Independence Day

Now the rooms are all empty down at Frankie’s joint
And the highway she’s deserted clear down to Breaker’s Point
There’s a lot of people leaving town now
leaving their friends, their homes
At night they walk that dark and dusty highway all alone

Well Papa go to bed now, it’s getting late
Nothing we can say can change anything now
Because there’s just different people coming down here now and they see things in different ways
And soon everything we’ve known will just be swept away

So say goodbye it’s Independence Day
Papa now I know the things you wanted that you could not say
But won’t you just say goodbye it’s Independence Day
I swear I never meant to take those things away
[Bruce Springsteen]

5 Responses to “Void”

1. 1
   klaproos:

   een leegte achterlaten,
   niets dan herinneringen, maar elke bloem is ooit een zaadje geweest, en als ik naar die pluis kijk…
   staan er volgend jaar héél veel bloemen

   september 10th, 2011 at 13:58
2. 2
   G:

   Now your death is upon us and we’ll return your ashes to the earth
   And I know you’ll take comfort in knowing you’ve been roundly blessed and cursed
   But love is a power greater than death, just like the songs and stories told
   And when she built you, brother, she broke the mold

   More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/b/bruce_springsteen/#share

   beste Jaap, mooi he dat muziek sa kin spreke. Bovensteand noemer koe ik net. dizze wol,
   tink oan jimme.
   gerlof & iris

   september 10th, 2011 at 22:38
3. 3
   Marcie:

   Great eye!! Love the framing and perfect simplicity!

   september 10th, 2011 at 22:39
4. 4
   Frida:

   It is beautiful in its solitude. Excellent capture!

   september 10th, 2011 at 23:54
5. 5
   sherri:

   combined with the words, it feels empty. (the fields remind me of Arkansas)

   september 29th, 2011 at 19:20

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