Soms pakt het me, de kunst, net al bij meneer Grunberg, ik ben nu zijn boeken aan het lezen. Tijdens het lezen luister ik naar fijne muziek, bijvoorbeeld van The Killers. Die maken kippenvel muziek, dat wil ik dan ook weer even delen, net als de kippenvel passages van Grunberg. Lees en ril:

Sam’s Town

Nobody ever had a dream ’round here,
But I don’t really mind that it’s starting to get to me
Nobody ever pulls the seams ’round here,
But I don’t really mind that it’s starting to get to me

I’ve got this energy beneath my feet
Like something underground’s gonna come up and carry me
I’ve got this sentimental heart that beats,
But I don’t really mind that it’s starting to get to me now

“Why do you waste my time?” is the answer
To the question on your mind
And I’m sick of all my judges
So scared of what they’ll find
But I know that I can make it
As long as somebody takes me home
Every now and then

Oh, have you ever seen the lights?
Have you ever seen the lights?

I took a shuttle on a shockwave ride
Where people on the pen pull the trigger for accolade
I took a bullet and I looked inside
And running through my veins, an American masquerade

I still remember Grandma Dixie’s wake,
I’d never really known anybody to die before
Red, white and blue upon a birthday cake,
My brother, he was born on the Fourth of July, and that’s all

So “Why do you waste my time?” is the answer
To the question on your mind
And I’m sick of all my judges
So scared of lettin’ me shine
But I know that I can make it
As long as somebody takes me home
Every now and then
Every now and then

I see London, I see Sam’s Town
Holds and my hand and lets my hair down
Rolls that world right off my shoulder
I see London, I see Sam’s Town now

The Killers, album kun je kopen op Play.com.