Inga Swearingen - The Crazy Cries Of Love - Joni Mitchell

Här sjunger min favoritsångerska (en bland flera), Inga Swearingen, till Gary Raynor på bas och eget gitarrkomp en låt av Joni Mitchell. Tycker denna sång och dess text innehåller en skön berättelse, som också Inga Swearingen förmedlar så fint.
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The Crazy Cries Of Love

It was a dark and a stormy night
Everyone was at the wing-ding
They weren't the wing-ding type
So they climbed up to the train bridge
Where the weather was howling
And oh, oh, my my
When that train comes rolling by
No paper thin walls, no folks above
No one else can hear
Love's cries

They were laughing, they were dancing in the rain
They knew their love was a strong one
When they heard the far off whistle of a train
They were hoping it was going to be a long one
Cuz oh, oh, my my
When that train comes rolling by
No paper thin walls, no folks above
No one else can hear
Love's cries

In the back booth of an all night cafe
Two dripping raincoats are hanging
Outside in the weather
The shade on the streetlight is clanging
But they're smilin' ear to ear and eye to eye
Ice cream is melting on some rhubarb pie
Oh, my my
No one else can hear
Love's cries

Every kiss was sweet and strong
Every touch was totally tandem
There's a train come a-rumbling along
They sang a lover's song of wild abandon
And oh, oh, my my
When that train comes rolling by
No paper thin walls, no folks above
No one else can hear
Love's cries
No paper thin walls, no folks above to hear..
No paper thin walls, no folks above
No one else can hear
Love's cries