Until We Bleed (featuring Lykke Li) - Mikael's cello version

I like this version.

Livet måste gå ner för att kunna gå upp.
Jag klättrar upp igen.

Stephen Sondheim.. Behöver jag säga mer? Sunday in the park with George är helt fantastisk. (som så mycket annat of the work of Sondheim) Ja, det går knappt en sekund utan att jag hör toner ur någon av låtarna, eller någon av dialogerna/monologerna för den delen.

"You taught me about concentration. At first I thought that meant just being still, but I was to understand, it meant much more. It meant to tell me where I was, not some place in the past or the future, I worry to much about tomorrow. I thought the world could be perfect, I was wrong."

-Yes, George, run to your work. Hide behind your painting.
I have come to tell you I am leaving because I thought you might
care to know - foolish of me, because you care about nothing.

-I care about many things

-Things, not people.

-People, too. I cannot divide my feelings up as neatly as you,
and I am not hiding behind my canvas - I am living in it.

-What you care for is yourself.

-I care for this painting. You will be in this painting.

-I am something you can use.

-I had thought you understood.

-It's because I understand that I left, that I am leaving.

-Then there's nothing I can say, is there?

-Yes. George, there is:
You could tell me not to go. Say it to me. Tell me not to go.
Tell me that you're hurt, tell me you're relieved,
tell me that you're bored - anything, but don't assume I know.
Tell me what you feel!

-What I feel? You know exactly how I feel.
Why do you insist, you must hear the words,
When you know I cannot give you words?
Not the ones you need.
There's nothing to say. I cannot be what you want.

-What do you want, George?

-I needed you and you left.

-There was no room for me

-You will not accept who I am.
I am what I do, which you knew,
which you always knew,
which I thought you were a part of!

-No, you are complete, George, you are your own.
We do not belong together.
You are complete, George, you all alone.
I am unfinished, I am diminished
With or without you.
We do not belong together, and we should have belonged together.
What made it so right together, is what made it all wrong.
No one is you, George. there you agree, But others will do, George.
No one is you and no one can be,
but no one is me, George, no one is me.
We do not belong together. And we'll never belong
You have a mission, a mission to see.
Now I have one too, George.
And we should have belonged together.
I have to move on.