Den sang Peter Laugesen NÆSTEN dansede til

i går på Vangede Bibliotek var

"RIPPLE"

THI SKRIFT ER EN KRUSNING!

Fra Grateful Deads 1970-plade American Beauty

Pristaler Asger Schnack citerer i en FB-opdatering fra Dan Turélls anmeldelse af pladen, der er optrykt i Medie-Montage-bindet Rockens rødder (min fremhævelse):

"På en måde er ’American Beauty’ hvad den antyder. Et trip omkring på landet, alles land, hvor Candyman kommer til byen og hænger på gadehjørnet, hvor Hun har alt hvad du har brug for, alt hvad du kan ønske. Hvor floden flyder, hvor musikken blir en flod, en smuk glasklar flod. Hvor det er meget enkelt at hver krusning er en bevægelse i landskabet, hvor du er min kvinde og gør dig smuk for mig, hvor jeg ikke rigtig véd og ikke finder det nødvendigt at vide – stillet over for vandet eller vinden f.eks. Hvor du somme tider overvældes af Lyset og andre gange ikke kan forestille dig det findes mere.”

Her er teksten til sangen, skrevet af Robert Hunter (ifølge internettet skrev han den "in 1970 in London in the same afternoon he wrote “Brokedown Palace” and “To Lay Me Down” (reputedly also drinking half a bottle of retsina in the process)"):

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music?
Would you hold it near as it were your own?

It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better left unsung
I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air

Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow

Reach out your hand, if your cup be empty
If your cup is full, may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of men

There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go, no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone

Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow

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