onsdag den 21. marts 2012

Gode råd

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Et af mine yndlingsnumre er uden tvivl Baz Luhrmann's "Everybody's free (to wear sunscreen)". Ikke pga. et funky beat eller en god melodi, men ganske enkelt pga. den utroligt kloge lyrik. 
Det er egentlig blot en opremsning af en masse gode råd og selvom mange af dem er clichéfyldte (og andre meget originale!), så er denne sang gået hen og blevet min themesong eller mantra om man vil.
Når jeg kigger på min iTunes, så er det den mest spillede sang. Jeg hører den mindst én gang om ugen og sådan har det været i årevis. 
For mig rammer hans ord plet og teksten er blevet en reminder for mig, så jeg ikke går og glemmer hvor mit fokus skal ligge og hvad jeg ikke skal bruge tid og tankekraft på.

Teksten er her, men nedenunder har jeg postet videoen fra 90'erne. Den største del af oplevelsen er nemlig Baz Luhrmann's lækre dybe stemme.

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99 

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. 

The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by 
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering experience…

I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….

You’re not as fat as you imagine!

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. 

The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you

Sing

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours.

Floss

Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with
yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t
congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. 

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.

Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly!

Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for
good.

Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. 
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older 
you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. 
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one
might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will
look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen…




Bonus info: Teksten er oprindeligt skrevet som en klumme i Chicago Tribune af Mary Schmich i 1997.

8 kommentarer:

  1. Den sangen husker jeg godt fra 1990-tallet - dansa på diskotek til den :)

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  2. Kan kun være enig med dig - så så sandt !
    Må jeg kopiere din tekst ?

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  3. Helt enig! Den sang har jeg også bare hørt og genhørt i det uendelige siden jeg hørte den første gang for hundrede år siden. Simpelt, indlysende, smukt og åh så sandt :-)

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  4. Den tekst har jeg også haft hængende :) der står så meget så det blir småt, og folk er nødt til at gå hen for at læse det -og elske det ;) fremragende tekst og rigtig lækker blog du har!
    Knus Sandra

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  5. Jeg elsker den sang! Men har faktisk ikke husket på den i nogle år... Den er så smuk. Fik lige en lige tåre i øjenkrogen. Tak fordi du minder os om den!
    Kh
    Ulledullen

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  6. Sikken god tekst, den må jeg gemme. Tusind tak for tippet!

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  7. Åh den elskede jeg også tilbage i 90'erne

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