Københavns Havn

Kørte i går nat fra Amager hjem over den nye cykelbro over til fisketorvet. Den lune nat gjorde at jeg cyklede langsomt og nød den milde luft og duften af saltvand, asfalt og sommersved.

På broen og omkring havde flere grupper af børn og unge samlet sig og hyggede sig, mens de nød vejret og fornemmelsen af storby. I baggrunden var udsigten over den oplyste by og de svage skvulp vandet en perfekt ramme om idylen.

Dejligt at København i heden kan få et snært af storby. Turen kan anbefales, eventuelt med tonerne af det finske Don Johnson Big Band i ørerne.

Broken Daylight

It's like that black star track, i'm feeling their beat
Some cities have a tendency to breath in their sleep
Heeding their weak warning, i lift my hands high
Feel a tiny drop of water turn into a landslide
I can't spy, or see you in the dark
In my night vision every light can be like a spark
Heavy like the park at four in the morning
We're cooking up some noodles 'til the day begins dawning
And feel it warming in my sore muscle torment
Like all men i stand tall when called into armour
Eight months of bone breaking fall-winter drama
Hold strong, nose warm, go storm through the harbour
I AM the only voice of the city
My vicinity is pinning me against a brick wall
Silly me, i really thought i could have had it all
Roll a paper, cries vaporise, hence the quick fall

(Words and music: Don Johnson Big Band)

link til fedt band..