I see a red door and I want it painted black
Charlie Watts, Rolling Stones trummis, avled i veckan vid 80 års ålder. Deras "Paint it, black" bet sig hårt fast i mig. Först fastnade ytan i texten. Jag tänker en hel del på gator och arkitektur och färgsättning och för all del ibland på bilar. Sen fattade även jag att det handlar om sorg. En älskad. Begravning. Svarta bilar. Blommor. Mick Jagger ser in i sig själv. Hjärtat är svart. Watts trummor driver in budskapet.
Bildidé stulen från Paint it, black. Norrköping 27 augusti 2021. Pentax K3 II med Sigma 17-50.
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colours anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a newborn baby, it just happens every day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door, I must have it painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colours anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
Länk 1 till officiella videon. Länk 2 till en liveinspelning 2009 där Charlie Watts inte bara hörs utan syns:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4irXQhgMqg
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LsD8oyRIdrc