Éire go brách!

You're foolin just yourself.

It's not a life, but god it's a livin'
Learn to spell you dimwit. You're a joke and you're making me laugh at you.

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I'm not offended, rather disgusted actually. So if you please, I'll just go and throw up all over your picture now.
See ya in Greaseville.

Chocolate-covered cherries and seedless watermelon. Bite me you stinker. As if  I'd care.

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GLAD PÅSK till alla andra :)

No.
Kids grow up, and move away from their parents. That's how it's supposed to be,
not the other way round.

Don't you leave me Don't you leave me Don't you leave me Don't you leave me 
Don't you leave me Don't you leave me Don't you leave me Don't you leave me
Don't you leave me Don't you leave me Don't you leave me Don't you leave me
Don't you leave me Don't you leave me Don't you leave me Don't you leave me
Don't you leave me Don't you leave me Don't you leave me Don't you leave me
Don't you leave me Don't you leave me Don't you leave me Don't you leave me
Don't you leave me Don't you leave me Don't you leave me Don't you leave me
Don't you leave me Don't you leave me Don't you leave me Don't you leave me 
Don't you leave me Don't you leave me Don't you leave me Don't you leave me 
Don't you leave me Don't you leave me Don't you leave me Don't you leave me 
Don't you leave me Don't you leave me Don't you leave me Don't you leave me 
Don't you leave me Don't you leave me Don't you leave me Don't you leave me  
Don't you leave me now.


Don't you leave.

I don't give a flying eff, but that's just so low.
Ask me the effing fifteen questions, and I'll get all of them wrong on purpose.
Nous ne nous connaissons pas. As if I'd want to.

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Idag hade jag påskmiddag. Vicki, Nanna, Suzanne och Robin kom hem till oss.
Heja heja Vicki och Johanna ni är bäst! <3

So come on. I hope we live to tell the tale.

Cheers darlin. I got years to wait around for you...

And what am I daaaarlin? A whisper in your earrrrr.... a piece of your cake......
What am I.... DAAAAAAAAARLIN..........! Someone you can fearrrrrrrr.... or yooooooooooourrrr.. yoooooourrrr... your biggest.. your biggest...you biggest mistake...

Cheers..darlin... here's to you and your lover. I got years to wait around for you..

And what am I...?
Cheers... here's to you

When you're down, you bring everyone else around you down as well. The problem is no one really wants to be down and therefore they don't want to be around you. So you're left alone on your own, and when you're lonely it's so easy to be depressed.  And when you're depressed you shut yourself off and isolate yourself from the rest of the world. When you are this enclosed, nothing can pierce your walls, nothing can break them down and you lose yourself. You start lying to yourself, but you're too closed up to even notice. I don't believe you can be honest with anyone without being completely honest with yourself.
   So you find yourself stuck in a space, where you're so lost you don't even realize you're lying. And you're too far away for anyone who tries to reach you, no one really wants to because they're afraid your melancholiness will drag them down too. That's why we have psychiatrists; we pay people to talk to us. Some people are fine with that, but for some enclosed people, it's simply impossible. I think that's when you need to start talking to yourself. You have to open up, be completely honest. Tell yourself lies are never good, they get you in trouble. Being in trouble is like being in a box. A box wrapped in chains and then put in another bigger box also chained and placed in a secret locked room where no one ever really goes. 
   When you've been inside that box for long enough, you forget what the outside is like. You can't seem to remember why you need to find a way out. A part of you gives up, tells you the people whom you shut off from in the first place have all given up on you, they've all stopped looking for you and they don't miss you anymore. At that time I think it's important to start sorting out your thoughts. Think about everything, don't just list it down. Take time to think. Whatever it is and however it affects your emotions. Whether it makes you happy, confused, disappointed, angry, sad, proud or whatever, just take the time to sort it out. Think about why it makes you feel they way it does. Think about everything, for ages. And then just let it go. Drop it. Leave it behind you and make room for the future. It's like throwing up I guess. You have all these emotions within you, all these corrupted thoughts, there's no room left for anything. Have a long good chat with yourself and you'll have a relief. You have to let the inside out in order to let the outside in. Picture the outside as a garden, a garden full of pretty birds flying freely, butterflies and sunshine and loads of happy people laughing and a barbeque.
   So after a while, gather all your strength and try your utmost hardest to break loose, and you may break that outer box. You might not see anything, but you might hear the birds from the garden. You might hear the people laughing and you might smell the barbeque. It's hard, very hard not to give up but let it help you regain your strength and try again. This time you might make a hole in the box, and maybe you'll be able to see some birds and you may even feel the sun on your face.
   Finally break the box, break all the chains. Cut yourself loose. Now the room you'll find yourself in is still locked and you don't have the key, but if the door is locked why not use the window. You might be high up though and risking a jump might cause you to break your neck. Time to call on your friends. Tell them to get a blasted ladder and get you down, I'm sure they'd be more than willing to help you.
   And there you go, once they've helped you down you'll have something to talk about. Ladders.

Don't go outside tonight, the locusts fill the sky.



I'm beginning to see, you're right.

Essayez-vous de me dire quelque chose ?
On dit "ne laisse jamais tomber les choses qui te font sourire", mais je sèche. 
Je ne suis pas fâchée, seulement déçue. Et je ne suis pas triste, seulement déçue.
Je ne vous quitterai pas, je vous ai déjà quittée. Je ne suis pas fâchée, seulement déçue.

Je commence à voir que, vous avez raison.
nous ne nous connaissons pas.

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Patte d'elephant = Flares.
Elephans, alwayes liked them. They're so fashionable.

We have to dream awake.

You're telling me I should forget you.
But why?
You're talking like I never knew you..
But that's a lie..
You're playing out your games again..
You're never on my side..
You're telling me I should forget you.

You're telling me I will regret you.
And so?
You're talking like I should expect to..
But you'll never know..
He's left you in the rain again.
You're always on my mind.
You're telling me I should forget you.

Well it was my mistake..
Just kicking in his door.
And if its just a game..
Then what are we crying for..?

And you're giving it all away, keeping nothing for yourself.

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O. Neverending chaos...
I believe in karma, what you give is what you get returned.
O
Nam myoho renge kyo.
Nam myoho renge kyo.
Nam myoho renge kyo.
Nam myoho renge kyo.
Nam myoho renge kyo.

O. O. O. O.
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We'll agree, it was a given.

What happends when the heart just stops?

Well we got no one to meet.
No love we would beseech.
We only have ourselves to blame for everything.
The was no answer in the dust.
And I'm missing you so much.
And now you're sleeping,
And I'm leaving.

There is a hollow in my chest.
The time I won't forget.
There is no comfort in the eyes.
They put us always to the test.
I can't prepare myself for that,
But I work it out in time.

There is a love that flows between us.
Ever-changing everyday.
I worked myself up to a crawl,
But I'm not fearing it at all.
We have no reason left to stay,
And that's why we're leaving.
And there was no answer in the dust.
And the one I feared to trust.
There is a lie that drags us,
Beating and pulling into disappointment.

I'm disappointed.
I'm disappointed.
I'm disappointed.

So I'll wait, 'til you're gone ...

"And if we look back now.
And see how easily these tables turn.
And if we look back know.
We see how willingly some bridges burn.
Bridges burn."

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I got it. I finally got it, took my ages to figure out this one. It's so obvious now, I see it clearly.
It's not hard to grow, when you know that you just don't know.

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Uaireanta is fuath liom mé féin ach anois is fuath leo mé.
An diabhal cúrsa ina bhfuil mise.

And we can dance, dance the poision right out of your soul,
and we can dance, dance the deiabahl back into his hole.

Once, once, I knew how to... Ahh you know how the rest goes.
Once, once, but not anymore.

Filmen Once har snart biopremiär här i Sverige, hurra. Gissa om jag ska se den. 
Sen ska jag förövrigt köpa den på HMV idag. 
Köplista för HMV: 
*Once
*Cannonball Single
*Unplayed Piano
*The Cake Sale

Kanske kanske att jag köper The Bends också, den är ju trots allt billigare i UK.

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Så. Min dag. Klockan 07.40 var jag i skolan, bara för att få reda på att engelskan var inställd.
Resten är knappt värt att nämna.

Jag gick runt Munksjön i alla fall. Sen pratade jag med Molly, hon är duktig på engelska hon med.

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I never did get along well with ones.
Nein nein nein.

"My simple slant.
This broken chant.
My human fate.
My revelate.
Are you so far from me this day
That you can't say my revelate?

My open arms.
My lucky charm.
My number eight.
My revelate.
I fecked it up.
I rest my case
Cause it's all to grey.
My revelate"

Redeem yourself
Redeem yourself
Redeem yourself

Jag... är... så... tongue-tied.


Dina andetag svalkar när jag rasar i raseri. Du är god, du är fin. I kill.

Ops... Fel blogg!

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In time of distress, there's only onething to do. And I'm doing it now Glen... I'm doing it now. I'm doing it for "you".

Will you be my anchor?
When there is no-one around to hold me down?
Will you be my anchor?
I know you're not the answer...
[there's an angel at me table. and he's pulling me down]

"And how in the world did we come,
To have such an absent love?"
 
Fair play to all those who care, fair play to you.

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Anyways.. my Nan always used to warn me about the number 3. She said, 2 is fine and even but 3 is odd. Three is always one too many, it never works out. It's just like that Travis song... "It's 1, 2, 3.. and you lose."
Third wheel, that is what this is, and this is what it is.
"Rule number 3, get up off your knees."
"Rule number 2, don't be a fool."
"Rule number 1, carpe diem."
I need to listen to my Nan more, she is after all a wise lady. One, two, three and I lose.

Some say  "two's company, three's a party". And there should be fireworks at parties right? Well there are no explotions here. No bunnysuits, no prezzies, no champange. No, no, no. No nothing of that. Not lately.

Hail the nightcrawler. I'm just talking through my hat again, never mind.

-Eb.


And fair fecks to those who stand up when others fail. Fecks to those who... well you ought to know.