Tuokio tarokkien maailmassa

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Jätetään hetkiseksi politiikka. Reaalimaailma. Aikuisten maailma. Reseptit, kemialliset mikstruurat; mielen parantaminen joksikin jota se ei koskaan ollutkaan.

Annetaanpa olotilan puhua, ottaa omakseen tämä pieni iltahetki. Ja kuinka muuten se tehdäkään kuin toisen sanoilla ja viittauksella maailmaan kuvien takana?

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Stranger Song


It's true that all the men you knew were dealers/
who said they were through with dealing/
Every time you gave them shelter/
I know that kind of man/
It's hard to hold the hand of anyone/
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender/
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.

And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind/
you find he did not leave you very much/
not even laughter/
Like any dealer he was watching for the card/
that is so high and wild/
he'll never need to deal another/
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger/
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger.

And then leaning on your window sill/
he'll say one day you caused his will/
to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter/
And then taking from his wallet/
an old schedule of trains, he'll say/
I told you when I came I was a stranger/
I told you when I came I was a stranger.

But now another stranger seems/
to want you to ignore his dreams/
as though they were the burden of some other/
Oh, you've seen that man before/
his golden arm dispatching cards/
but now it's rusted from the elbows to the finger/
And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter/
Yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter.

Ah, you hate to watch another tired man/
lay down his hand/
like he was giving up the holy game of poker/
And while he talks his dreams to sleep/
you notice there's a highway/
that is curling up like smoke above his shoulder/
and suddenly you feel a little older/

You tell him to come in, sit down/
but something makes you turn around/
The door is open/
you can't close your shelter/
You try the handle of the road/
It opens - do not be afraid/
It's you my love, you who are the stranger/
It's you my love, you who are the stranger.

Well, I've been waiting, I was sure/
we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for/
I think it's time to board another/
Please understand, I never had a secret chart/
to get me to the heart of this/
or any other matter/
When he talks like this/
you don't know what he's after/
When he speaks like this/
you don't know what he's after.

Let's meet tomorrow if you choose/
upon the shore, beneath the bridge/
that they are building on some endless river/
Then he leaves the platform/
for the sleeping car that's warm/
You realize, he's only advertising one more shelter/
And it comes to you, he never was a stranger/
And you say ok the bridge or someplace later.

And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind...
And leaning on your window sill...

I told you when I came I was a stranger.

- Leonard Cohen