In London sind wir auf dem Kanal in Little Venice mit dem Boot bis nach Camden gefahren. Leider hat die Zeit zum Bummeln über die Märkte dort nicht mehr gereicht.
Ein kürzlich gefundenes Lied hat mich daran erinnert: „Come back to Camden“ von Morrissey. Mir gefällt das Lied, ganz besonders diese schöne Version mit Charly Chaplins traurigem Blick.
In London we went on the canals of Little Venice by boat to Camden. Sorry the time didn’t reach for a stroll at the Camden Markets. A recently found song reminded me on this: „Come back to Camden“ from Morrissey. I like the song.
Hier ist der Text zum Lied:
Here are the lyrics of the song:
There is something I wanted to tell you, It’s so funny you’ll kill yourself laughing
But then I, I look around, And I remember that I am alone, Alone. For evermore
The tile yard all along the railings, Up a discoloured dark brown staircase
Here you’ll find, despair and I, Calling to you with what’s left of my heart, My heart, For evermore
Drinking tea with the taste of the Thames, Sullenly on a chair on the pavement
Here you’ll find, my thoughts and I, And here is the very last plea from my heart
My heart. For evermore, Where taxi drivers never stop talking
Under slate grey Victorian sky, Here you will find, despair and I
And here I am every last inch of me is yours, Yours, For evermore
Your leg came to rest against mine, Then you lounged with knees up and apart
And me and my heart, we knew, We just knew, For evermore
Where taxi drivers never stop talking, Under slate grey Victorian sky
Here you’ll find, my heart and I, And still we say come back, Come back to Camden
And I’ll be good, I’ll be good, I’ll be good, I’ll be good