John Prine's soul went through the ceiling..

  Och John Prine dog. 
Också den meningen fick en punkt till slut.

  Men: That's the way the world goes round; 
     You'll be up one day and the next you're down.

  Här uppstod ett hål i min värld som ingenting kan fylla. Ett svart hål i mörkret. Och en tändsticka kan dölja en sol om den är tillräckligt nära ögat. 

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Please Don't Bury Me

John Prine

Woke up this morning

Put on my slippers

Walked in the kitchen

And died

And oh, what a feeling!

When my soul

Went through the ceiling

And on up into heaven, I did ride

When I got there, they did say

John, it happened this way

You slipped upon the floor

And hit your head

And all the angels say

Just before you passed away

That these were the very last words

That you said:

Please don't bury me

Down in that cold, cold ground

No, I’d rather have 'em cut me up

And pass me all around

Throw my brain in a hurricane

And the blind can have my eyes

And the deaf can take both of my ears

If they don't mind the size

Give my stomach to Milwaukee

If they run out of beer

Put my socks in a cedar box

Just to get 'em out of here

Venus De Milo can have my arms

Look out! I've got your nose

Sell my heart to the junk man

And give my love to Rose

But please don't bury me

Down in that cold, cold ground

I’d rather have 'em cut me up

And pass me all around

Throw my brain in a hurricane

The blind can have my eyes

And the deaf can take both of my ears

If they don't mind the size, oh man!

Give my feet to the footloose

Careless, fancy free

And give my knees to the needy

Don't pull that stuff on me

Hand me down my walking cane

It’s a sin to tell a lie

Send my mouth way down south

And kiss my ass goodbye

But, please don't bury me

Down in that cold, cold ground

I’d rather have 'em cut me up

And pass me all around

Throw my brain in a hurricane

and the blind can have my eyes

And the deaf can take both of my ears

If they don't mind the size, that's right...