It’s a town full of losers and I’m pulling out of here to win.

Ásmundur er maður að mínu skapi  

 

 Thunder Road

The screen door slams, Mary’s dress sways

Like a vision she dances across the porch, as the radio plays

Roy Orbison singing for the lonely

Hey that’s me and I want you only

Don’t turn me home again, I just can’t face myself alone again

Don’t run back inside, darling you know just what I’m here for

So you’re scared and you’re thinking

That maybe we ain’t that young anymore

Show a little faith, there’s magic in the night

You ain’t a beauty, but hey you’re alright

Oh and that’s alright with me

 

You can hide ’neath your covers and study your pain

Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain

Waste your summer praying in vain 

For a saviour to rise from these streets

Well now I’m no hero, that’s understood

All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood

With a chance to make it good somehow

Hey what else can we do now?

Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair

Well the night’s busting open

This two lanes will take us anywhere

We got one last chance to make it real

To trade in these wings on some wheels

Climb in back: Heaven’s waiting on down the tracks

Oh-oh come take my hand

Riding out tonight to case the promised land

Oh-oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road,

Lying out there like a killer in the sun

Hey I know it’s late we can make it if we run

Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold, Thunder Road

 

Well I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk

And my car’s out back if you’re ready to take that long walk

From your front porch to my front seat

The door’s open but the ride it ain’t free

And I know you’re lonely and there’s words that I ain’t spoken

But tonight we’ll be free, all the promises’ll be broken

There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away

They haunt this dusty beach road

In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets

They scream your name at night in the street

Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet

And in the lonely cool before dawn

you hear their engines roaring on

But when you get to the porch they’re gone

On the wind, so Mary climb in

It’s a town full of losers and I’m pulling out of here to win

 

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Athugasemdir

[Anna Sigríður Guðmundsdóttir, 10.7.2009 kl. 17:37]

Sakna þess að kunna ekki enskuna betur en ég geri. Takk fyrir það sem ég skildi. Skólar þessa ágæta lands eru nefnilega ekki fyrir þá sem eiga við námserviðleika að stríða. Ég tel mig samt eiga rétt á við hina sem eiga auðvelt með að læra.

[Guðmundur Jónsson, 12.7.2009 kl. 10:19]

Ég þekki það að vera heimskastur í bekknum ég varð ekki almennilega læs fyrr en 12- 13 ára og er en ófær um að stafsetja rétt meira en 4 stafa orð. En ég var alltaf ágætur í raungreinunum.

Ég hugsa stundum með hryllingi til þess,  ef ég kynni stafsetningu upp á tíu þá væri ég örugleg  núna í einhverju hundleiðinlegu ritaradjobbi. Svo það er mín lukka að vera laus við stafsetninguna. Hugsaðu þér Anna hvað það væri leiðlegt að vera löggiltur skjalaþýðandi.

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