Funderade på vem hon påminde mig om, Izhav… Och kom på att det var den egensinniga singer/songwriter-artisten Feist, som jag hörde när jag besökte musikfestivalen Way Out West för ett antal år sen för första (och kanske sista) gången, och fick mig en dos av vad som händer i den populärmusikaliska världen (om vilken jag annars vanligtvis svävar i total okunskap).
Här en för mig aktuell låt med Feist: I Wish I Didn’t Miss You.
Try to find a way to talk about it
I’m also in the mind to just let it go
How to reach out my mind if I can’t think straight
With the goodness so gone I feel to isolate
You called me baby, I called you one, too
Until you spoke to me with another voice
You sent in spiders to fight for you
I was so disappointed I didn’t know what to do
I wish I didn’t miss you
I wish I didn’t miss you
I wish I didn’t miss you
I wish I didn’t miss you
Wasting so many hours away
So many ways to waste a day
In the same city I hope you’re not
‘Cause the town has shrunk to the size of my thoughts
It was so mystifying to see you so changed
I felt some certainty you must have died
Because how could I live if you’re still alive?
I wish I didn’t miss you
I wish I didn’t miss you
I wish I didn’t miss you
I wish I didn’t miss you
I wish I didn’t miss you
I wish I didn’t miss you
I wish I didn’t miss you
I wish I didn’t miss you
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