{"id":744,"date":"2006-11-06T09:14:05","date_gmt":"2006-11-06T08:14:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jensunmack.dk\/wordpress-3\/?p=744"},"modified":"2006-11-06T09:14:05","modified_gmt":"2006-11-06T08:14:05","slug":"favoritsange","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.jensunmack.dk\/wordpress-3\/favoritsange\/","title":{"rendered":"Favoritsange"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><!--wp:thumb src=\"TF.jpg\" --><\/p>\n<p>New Order tegnede i mange \u00e5r tiden her. Denne sang, en af deres allerbedste singler, der uden varsel kom p\u00e5 genbes\u00f8g via webradio i nat, tager overtegnede tilbage til sommeren 1987, brugt i Alsace, Frankrig. Der var jeg, h\u00f8jt oppe p\u00e5 en bjergside i varme n\u00e6tter, med de klareste stjerner over hovedet, og Rhinsletten, med lysende byer og steady nattrafik, skr\u00e5t under. Selvom New Order&#8217;s teknologi, dengang s\u00e5 upfront, i dag lyder temmelig retro, er True Faith, som s\u00e5 mange andre af Manchester-bandets numre, af en kaliber der nemt best\u00e5r. Den her singleudgivelse blev ikke d\u00e5rligere af at B-siden 1963 ligeledes er en af de sj\u00e6ldne sange, man har lyst til at h\u00f8re igen og igen og&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>TRUE FAITH<\/p>\n<p>I feel so extraordinary<br \/>\nSomething&#8217;s got a hold on me<br \/>\nI get this feeling I&#8217;m in motion<br \/>\nA sudden sense of liberty<br \/>\nI don&#8217;t care &#8217;cause I&#8217;m not there<br \/>\nAnd I don&#8217;t care if I&#8217;m here tomorrow<br \/>\nAgain and again I&#8217;ve taken too much<br \/>\nOf the things that cost you too much<br \/>\nI used to think that the day would never come<br \/>\nI&#8217;d see delight in the shade of the morning sun<br \/>\nMy morning sun is the drug that brings me near<br \/>\nTo the childhood I lost, replaced by fear<br \/>\nI used to think that the day would never come<br \/>\nThat my life would depend on the morning sun&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>When I was a very small boy,<br \/>\nVery small boys talked to me<br \/>\nNow that we&#8217;ve grown up together<br \/>\nThey&#8217;re afraid of what they see<br \/>\nThat&#8217;s the price that we all pay<br \/>\nOur valued destiny comes to nothing<br \/>\nI can&#8217;t tell you where we&#8217;re going<br \/>\nI guess there was just no way of knowing<br \/>\nI used to think that the day would never come<br \/>\nI&#8217;d see delight in the shade of the morning sun<br \/>\nMy morning sun is the drug that brings me near<br \/>\nTo the childhood I lost, replaced by fear<br \/>\nI used to think that the day would never come<br \/>\nThat my life would depend on the morning sun&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>I feel so extraordinary<br \/>\nSomething&#8217;s got a hold on me<br \/>\nI get this feeling I&#8217;m in motion<br \/>\nA sudden sense of liberty<br \/>\nThe chances are we&#8217;ve gone too far<br \/>\nYou took my time and you took my money<br \/>\nNow I fear you&#8217;ve left me standing<br \/>\nIn a world that&#8217;s so demanding<br \/>\nI used to think that the day would never come<br \/>\nI&#8217;d see delight in the shade of the morning sun<br \/>\nMy morning sun is the drug that brings me near<br \/>\nTo the childhood I lost, replaced by fear<br \/>\nI used to think that the day would never come<br \/>\nThat my life would depend on the morning sun&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>\u00a9 New Order<\/p>\n<p>For de, der ikke vil n\u00f8jes med True Faith-originalen, findes der ogs\u00e5 en fin, str\u00f8mlinet, h\u00f8j-teknologificeret 1998-version, indspillet ved en John Peel-session for BBC.<\/p>\n<p>Bernard Sumner, New Order&#8217;s sanger, h\u00e6nges ofte ud for sine tekster, som mange finder h\u00e5bl\u00f8st ubehj\u00e6lpsomme. Mig, jeg synes vi ogs\u00e5 tager f\u00f8romtalte B-side med for at g\u00f8re den kritik til skamme, med flere af hans specielle og igen her s\u00e5 vellykkede ord &#8211; enjoy the drama!<\/p>\n<p>1963<\/p>\n<p>It was January, 1963<br \/>\nWhen Johnny came home with a gift for me<br \/>\nHe said I bought it for you because I love you<br \/>\nAnd I bought it for you because it&#8217;s your birthday, too<br \/>\nHe was so very nice, he was so very kind<br \/>\nTo think of me at this point in time<br \/>\nI used to think of him, he used think of me<br \/>\nHe told me to close my eyes<br \/>\nMy gift would be a great surprise<br \/>\nI saw tears were in his eyes<br \/>\nHe never meant to hurt me<br \/>\nOh, God, Johnny, don&#8217;t point that gun at me<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s so many ways our lives have changed<br \/>\nBut please, I beg, don&#8217;t do this to me<br \/>\nJohnny, don&#8217;t point that gun at me<br \/>\nCan I save my life at any price?<br \/>\nFor God&#8217;s sake won&#8217;t you listen to me?<\/p>\n<p>And though he was ashamed that he had took a life<br \/>\nJohnny came home with another wife<br \/>\nAnd he often remembered how it used to be<br \/>\nBefore that special occasion, 1963<br \/>\nThere was too many ways that you could kill someone<br \/>\nLike in a love affair, when the love is gone<br \/>\nHe told me to close my eyes<br \/>\nMy gift would be a great surprise<br \/>\nI saw hatred in his eyes<br \/>\nHe never meant to hurt me<br \/>\nOh, God, Johnny, don&#8217;t point that gun at me<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s so many ways our lives have changed<br \/>\nBut please, I beg, don&#8217;t do this to me<br \/>\nJohnny, you keep on using me<br \/>\nCan I change my life for any price?<br \/>\nOh, Johnny, won&#8217;t you listen to me?<\/p>\n<p>He told me to close my eyes<br \/>\nMy gift would be a great surprise<br \/>\nI saw hatred in his eyes<br \/>\nBut he never meant to hurt me<br \/>\nOh, God, Johnny, don&#8217;t point that gun at me<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s so many ways our lives have changed<br \/>\nBut please, I beg, don&#8217;t do this to me<br \/>\nJohnny, you keep on using me<br \/>\nCan I change my life for any price?<br \/>\nOh, Johnny, won&#8217;t you listen to me?<\/p>\n<p>I just want you to be mine,<br \/>\nI don&#8217;t want this world to shine<br \/>\nI don&#8217;t want this bridge to burn<br \/>\nOh, Johnny, do you miss me?<br \/>\nI just want to feel for you<br \/>\nI will always feel for you&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>\u00a9 New Order<\/p>\n<div class=\"fcbkbttn_buttons_block\" id=\"fcbkbttn_middle\"><div class=\"fcbkbttn_like \"><fb:like href=\"http:\/\/www.jensunmack.dk\/wordpress-3\/favoritsange\/\" action=\"like\" colorscheme=\"dark\" layout=\"standard\"  width=\"225px\" size=\"small\"><\/fb:like><\/div><div class=\"fb-share-button  \" data-href=\"http:\/\/www.jensunmack.dk\/wordpress-3\/favoritsange\/\" data-type=\"button_count\" data-size=\"small\"><\/div><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>New Order tegnede i mange \u00e5r tiden her. 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