The Beatles: Run for Your Life

Well, I'd rather see you dead, little girl
Than to be with another man
You better keep your head, little girl
Or you won't know where I am

You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand, little girl
Catch you with another man
That's the end'a, little girl

Well, you know that I'm a wicked guy
And I was born with a jealous mind
And I can't spend my whole life
Trying just to make you toe the line

You better run for your life if you can, little girl...

Let this be a sermon
I mean everything I've said
Baby, I'm determined
And I'd rather see you dead

You better run for your life if you can, little girl...

I'd rather see you dead, little girl
Than to be with another man
You better keep your head, little girl
Or you won't know where I am

You better run for your life if you can, little girl...


Från Rubber Soul 1965.

När jag hörde den här låten för första gången, kände jag bara "Wow, hon har sett in i min hjärna." När jag läste texten, stämde det ännu bättre. Precis så här skulle jag uttrycka ångest om jag kunde. Älskar att Allison verkligen utnyttjar pianot till 100%, får det att växla mellan smekningar och vrål.


Stepping on
The thoughts of all pain
Released from this anger
Is some place I would like to be
And when I feel myself defeated
I bleed
And when I see them twist around
Dancing in their own wake
I rage

And I don't want to exist on this plane
Crashing down to the level of
Depth of skin
Flesh and bone
All wrapped up in pages
Flashed in our faces
Laughing and spiteful

Run away

Lost again
Misdirected and folded
Drowned in bones
And thrown away
They told me to disappear
And slowly dive
Into the shallow end
Of the gene pool
Try to hold on to what I believe
Disappeared
No longer here as anything but
Wretched and disfigured
So I slash myself again
And I drown my hopes again
Lose myself in this disease

Lost again
Misdirected and folded
Drowned in bones
And thrown away
They told me to disappear
And slowly dive
Into the shallow end
Of the gene pool

Cut yourself to the mold
Nothing left to rid yourself of
But bile and blood
Torn skin screaming
And silenced as we
Replace marble with plastic

Lost again
Misdirected and folded
Drowned in bones
And thrown away
They told me to disappear
And slowly dive
Into the shallow end
Of the gene pool