Voor onze momenteel gehospitaliseerde collega Arnold, “want deze song drukt aardig uit hoe ik me voel”. Uiteraard wensen we Arnold beterschap. It’s not the same without you, mate.
The Watch is afkomstig van Ian Matthews eerste solo-album na zijn vertrek uit Fairport Convention. Twee oude maatjes uit Fairport, Richard Thompson en Simon Nichol, verleenden assistentie. Ian Matthews zou een jaar later een monsterhit scoren met zijn vertolking van Joni Mitchell’s Woodstock. Mooi gedaan, maar naar mijn smaak nét iets te etherisch.
I wakened on my hot hard bed, upon the pillow lay my head
Beneath the pillow I could hear my little watch was ticking clear
I thought the throbbing of it went like my continual discontent
I thought it said with every tick
I am so sick, so sick, so sick
Oh death come quick, come quick, come quick
Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick
I lay upon my dampened bed, the rhythm throbbing through my head
I reached around but couldn’t find a watch at all of any kind
And sweat was beading on my brow, the ticking growing louder now
I heard it say with every tick
I am so sick, so sick, so sick
Oh death come quick, come quick, come quick
Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick
With groping hands along the wall, I felt beneath the bed and all
And every timepiece ever made was in my head and there they stayed
And as my eyes drew closed again, I slipped into oblivion
And still I heard with every tick
I am so sick, so sick, so sick
Oh death come quick, come quick, come quick
Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick
Uitgelichte afbeelding: By David Laws – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=9053874
