En het geschiedde in juli 1968 dat mijn kater Goofy, inmiddels opgegeven met dubbele longontsteking, in de ochtendschemering zijn dodendans uitvoerde op mijn daardoor ontwaakte hoofd en op mijn kussen de laatste adem uitblies.
Daarmee associeer ik dit nummer van de Kinks uit die dagen.
Thank you for the days
Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me
I’m thinking of the days
I won’t forget a single day, believe me
I bless the light
I bless the light that lights on you, believe me
And though you’re gone
You’re with me every single day, believe me
Days I’ll remember all my life
Days when you can’t see wrong from right
You took my life
But then I knew that very soon you’d leave me
But it’s alright
Now I’m not frightened of this world, believe me
I wish today could be tomorrow
The night is long
It just brings sorrow, let it wait
Thank you for the days
Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me
I’m thinking of the days
I won’t forget a single day, believe me
Days I’ll remember all my life
Days when you can’t see wrong from right
You took my life
But then I knew that very soon you’d leave me
But it’s alright
Now I’m not frightened of this world, believe me
Days….
Thank you for the days
Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me
I’m thinking of the days
I won’t forget a single day, believe me
I bless the light
I bless the light that shines on you, believe me
And though you’re gone
You’re with me every single day, believe me
Days….
Days. Zeker wel het mooiste dat de vandaag jarige Ray Davies heeft geschreven.
Let maar niet op het filmpje, of zie maar.
Kirsty MacColl, 1989.
Over aan je einde komen gesproken.
