Sannelig, Groskro minte meg på at Kate Bush sin kjente sang Wuthering Heigths som hun skrev etter å ha lest romanen som ung pike. Teksten er like lidenskaplig som romanen....
Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green
You had a temper, like my jealousy
Too hot, too greedy
How could you leave me?
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you, I loved you too
Bad dreams in the night
They told me I was going to lose the fight
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights
(Chorus) Heathcliff, its me, Cathy come home
I'm so cold, let me in-a-your window
Oh it gets dark, it gets lonely
On the other side from you
I pine alot, I find the lot
Falls through without you
I'm coming back love, cruel Heathcliff
My one dream, my only master
Too long I roam in the night
I'm coming back to his side to put it right
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering,
Wuthering Heights
(Chorus)
Oh let me have it, let me grab your soul away
Oh let me have it, let me grab your soul away
You know it's me, Cathy
(Chorus)
Ja, teksten er veldig lidenskapelig - men med den stemmen og de instrumentene så Kate Bush har benyttet i sangen, så blir det bare så perfekt til denne historien. Jeg føler at jeg kjenner de "windy moors" når jeg hører starten av sangen.
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