Southbound Jericho Park

Roy Orbison

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Southbound Jericho Parkway There was a man whose memories were made up of nothing. He pushed the elevator button and go home to nothing. Yes his business had prospered but women get lonely sometimes Now she has the house His son in college had dropped out to expand his mind. And Sarah his daughter had not spoken to him. Maybe he’d raised her the wrong way. He wondered. He checked his mailbox with fingers a-tremblin’ no mail from anyone. ”I’m home“ he said softly as he opened the door And gazed at his empty apartment aching thinking. Southbound Jericho parkway is what you call a one-way street. Southbound Jericho parkway is what you call a one-way street. D# Bb Bb7 At 7.20 Monday after New Year Mr Henry Johnson leaned against the pedal Aimed his Lincoln steady and drove himself into a wall. How could a thing such as this ever happen. All the community said it was shame. He was a good man he was a clean man yeah That’s what he was a good and clean man D# C And his landlady said he was an exemplary tenant. Cm G They’re always nice and quiet when they’re all alone at his age. The young man sat on a small woven mat. While the silken smoke it circled over head. The cigarettes were there to prove he didn’t care Bout the contents of the telegram he’d just read. Father father father. You always seemed to be so out of reach. And the psychedelic sign read: peace. Apartment in New York a girl closes the door And leans against it with her head bowed low. Thoughts raced through her mind of when she was a child. Raised warmly by a man she didn’t know. Father father father. She wished she had phoned him yesterday There were so many things she had to say Henry the check is in my hands Brought by the insurance man to cover all my plans We’ll have flowers your broker will be there And Sarah if she cares and our boy with all his hair And the sun rose and the sunset as it always has Cm G# And people yet unknown were busy being born And time when past. by: José Duarte

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Cette chanson évoque la tristesse et la solitude d'un homme, Mr Henry Johnson, dont les souvenirs semblent vides et sans sens. Sa vie, bien que prospère sur le plan matériel, est marquée par l'absence de liens familiaux et d'émotions profondes. Il se retrouve dans un appartement vide, avec une fille qui ne lui parle plus et un fils qui a abandonné ses études pour explorer la vie autrement. Les pensées de regret et de quête de connexion sont omniprésentes, alors qu'il fait face à une réalité dévastatrice, culminant dans un acte tragique qui remet en question le sens de sa vie. Le contexte se situe dans un environnement urbain où la vie semble trépidante mais où les relations humaines peuvent être exceptionnellement fragiles. Cela soulève des réflexions sur la façon dont le succès peut parfois laisser un vide là où l'amour et la communication devraient exister.

Le Chansonnier