The Bridge (versie 2010)

Een lied schrijf je niet in een dag. The Rolling Stones konden dat misschien met Street Fighting Man, maar bij Shabby Cabs gaat dat meestal niet op. Een idee ontstaat in een dag ja, maar de uitwerking en het bijschaven (schrijven en schrappen) is een proces van weken, maanden en soms jaren. The Bridge heette eerst Madness Town, waarna het vrij snel veranderde in Tragic Town, een tekst die Erik in februari 2010 naar Wessel mailde, zodat ze het vervolgens in een liedje konden boetseren. Heel veel van deze tekst is geschrapt, om de puzzel "passend" te maken. De naam Tragic Town lag ook ietwat zwaar op de maag, waardoor ze hebben besloten om er The Bridge van te maken.



Tragic town

Struck by lightning we were wandering through the fields
We were so confused because our marks were suddenly revealed
We swam so we wouldn’t drawn and we were holding each other’s hand
How we made it this far still nobody can understand

We built a bridge over the mass 
It took a long way for us to pass
While others swim against the tide
We are watching down by the riverside

Follow me and trust my way, I’ll take you high
In misery we cannot stay, so we must fly
And when we start to spread our wings, we circle ‘round
We can finally look down, on Tragic Town  

Do not stare at your arms, because they only appear to be empty
We know that he’s still around and everything he chose was mend to be
You know you’ll never be free when you keep on crawling into your shell
And when you ask me, I will tell you honestly that we are doing well

We built a bridge over the mass
It took a long way for us to pass
While others swim against the tide
We’re watching down by the riverside
  
Follow me and trust my way, I’ll take you high
In misery we cannot stay, so we must fly
And when we start to spread our wings, we circle ‘round
Now, we can finally look down…  

And in the sky I feel the wind
He’s goes along and touches my skin
We share our thoughts inside our minds
Down by the riverside
Instead of thinking ‘bout the loss
We concentrate on what we still have

Follow me and trust my way, I’ll take you high
In misery we cannot stay, so we must fly
And when we start to spread our wings, we circle ‘round
We can finally look down, on Tragic Town

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