Jag är fast på Angel Station

När jag reste runt i Dylanland så förirrade jag mig under en period bort från landets gränser och upptäckte att jag helt plötsligt befann mig någon annanstans. Via "You angel you" hade jag passerat gränsen till Manfred Mann´s Earthbandland. Precis som Per Gessle gjorde så hoppade jag på tåget som stod inne på stationen och köpte för säkerhetsskull en tur och retur biljett till nästa station.

Tåget stannade efter ca. 20 minuter och jag befann migpå "Angel Station". En annorlunda värld med trappor som går upp fast dom går ner, Vampyrliknande kvinnor i upponervända hissar och män som ständigt vandrade i dessa trappor. Musik strömmade hela tiden ur osynliga högtalare och en magisk röst  tllhörande en viss Manfred Sepse Lubowitz spred en behaglig stämning i den annars så ruggiga miljön:

This wild rose that I hold in my hand
It's the strangest thing I've seen,
One bud only just started to show,
And the leaves are the lightest green.
It's had it's share of the rain,
It needs some feeling to light it's fiery flame again,
But one cruel lie and it could die.

(Don't kill it Carol)
Oh Carol oh, won't you let this flower grow,
Don't kill it Carol.
Oh Carol oh, won't you let this flower grow,
Don't kill it Carol.

This wild rose that I hold in my hand,
It could grow to be so strong,
Born one night in the calm of the storm,
It was made for a rock and roll song.
It's only just seen the light,
It could so easily fall back to the gentle night,
But one cruel lie and it could die.

(Don't kill it Carol)
Oh Carol oh, won't you let this flower grow,
Don't kill it Carol.
Oh Carol oh, won't you let this flower grow,
Don't kill it Carol.

It's looking for a place to live outside all space and time,
Where there's no need for it to fade.
There's a secret garden that I think we can find,
Lot's of sunshine there's a touch of shade.

(Don't kill it Carol)

This wild rose that I hold in my hand
It's the strangest thing I've seen,
One bud only just started to show,
And the leaves are the lightest green.
It's had it's share of the rain,
It needs some feeling to light it's fiery flame again,
But one cruel lie and it could die.

(Don't kill it Carol)
Oh Carol oh, won't you let this flower grow,
Don't kill it Carol.
Oh Carol oh, won't you let this flower grow,
Don't kill it Carol.