Den lokale helt

Jeg saa paa en fjernsynsreklame i loebet af weekenden at "Local Hero", paa dvd, fulgte med soendagens "The Observer", saa da vi alligevel var omme og handle i eftermiddags snuppede jeg lige en kopi. Jeg glaeder mig til at gense filmen og lytte til Dire Straits' bloede toner.



The Way It Always Starts
It gets so dark before the dawn
That's when it gets to me
Before the city symphony of taxi horns

That's the way it always starts,
Sitting here and waiting on the beating of my heart.

Last night I thought I heard my name
Well it was too dark to see, but it had to be,
The voice was just the same

That's the way it always starts,
Sitting here and waiting on the beating of my heart.

So tell me why should it have to be this way
Why can't it be all right,
Why can't I sleep at night?
Why should it have to be this way?
Why must there be this price to pay?

Now all the streets are dark and bare,
Oh, if you can live in this town,
And stick around, you can live anywhere

That's the way it always starts,
Sitting here and waiting on the beating of my heart.

Lyrics found here.