Fake
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.
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.
9
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 ...
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.
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.
9
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 ...
Amalama ah but you, amalama ama ramble on
"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."
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.
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.
And see how easily these tables turn.
And if we look back know.
We see how willingly some bridges burn.
Bridges burn."
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.
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.
Revelation
[8 equals eternity]
Egocentric Boastful Bitter Arsehole
Yes, it's name day today.
Once once.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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
So much has gone misunderstood
Jag... är... så... tongue-tied.
Dina andetag svalkar när jag rasar i raseri. Du är god, du är fin. I kill.
Ops... Fel blogg!
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.
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.
usrfgaysdjfdhasufdahsfh
....and my brother just got mugged.........
...oh I am so not having a good time...
etthundratre grader F
(39 i celsius)
allting bara suger, alltng bara värker. nackspärr. hemsk hals. huvudet bankar. men jag spyr i alla fall inte.
och min jäkla mobil. min nedrans mobil. fungerar ej. varför? jo för när den, kl 03.30 på torsdagsmorgonen, ringer och jag stänger av alarmet och ska sätta på mobilen kommer jag inte ihåg min himla pin-kod. samma missbildade pin-kod som jag haft sedan femman. och nå vad gör jag inte om inte spärrar hela blodiga telefonen. och vem fasen kan sin jäkla puk-kod?????????? klockan halv fyra på morgonen.
jag pratade med min far idag, han kan inte heller hitta min nedra personal unlock code. när jag är bättre ska jag inte på telenor butiken. hoppas så innerligt på hjälp, om inte så ryker alla mina jäkla kontakter.
om någon har ringt (as if), känn dig icke ignorerad, bara ohörd.
förresten sa jag att jag var sjuk? och att min mobil är spärrad?
allting bara suger, alltng bara värker. nackspärr. hemsk hals. huvudet bankar. men jag spyr i alla fall inte.
och min jäkla mobil. min nedrans mobil. fungerar ej. varför? jo för när den, kl 03.30 på torsdagsmorgonen, ringer och jag stänger av alarmet och ska sätta på mobilen kommer jag inte ihåg min himla pin-kod. samma missbildade pin-kod som jag haft sedan femman. och nå vad gör jag inte om inte spärrar hela blodiga telefonen. och vem fasen kan sin jäkla puk-kod?????????? klockan halv fyra på morgonen.
jag pratade med min far idag, han kan inte heller hitta min nedra personal unlock code. när jag är bättre ska jag inte på telenor butiken. hoppas så innerligt på hjälp, om inte så ryker alla mina jäkla kontakter.
om någon har ringt (as if), känn dig icke ignorerad, bara ohörd.
förresten sa jag att jag var sjuk? och att min mobil är spärrad?
Elephants
And no. Away with ye, it's not cute ye gammy caffler.
Ask me arse, amadán.
Ask me arse, amadán.
SB and EW
Time flies, and devides are built.
"Why are your building devides? Is there some failing in your life?"
I don't know Glen, I don't know. Perhaps.
Anyway, I just heard Sam's mum's just had her baby. A girl, Benthany. Bethany Rose Williams.
First question: "Will I ever meet her?"
It's been two years since Sam moved, havn't seen her since December 28th 2005. Fine we talk, weather it's on MSN, Myspace or if we ring each other, we talk every now and then. But it's different, we only talk. Only talk. We used to see each other everyday before, EVERY day. Sleepovers round my house, sleepovers round her house. At Halloween we used to carve pumpkins, and use the goo inside for trick or treating. No one knew about trick or treating then... What about when we covered the whole house in fake spiderweb, a bit of nasy surprise for mum.
We always used to watch scary films in the middle of the night. I loved watching films with Sam, she had great taste in films (never in guys or music though) and just like me she wanted it to be completely pitch black and quiet whilst we were watching them. One night we stayed up watching LOTR 3 or 4 times in a row.
And we used to bake! All the time.
Flashback: "Welcome to Sam's and Eb's. Today we're making kladdekaka!"
We used to skip school a lot too. Sometimes, right after bedtime, Sam would sneak out of her house and come round mine. She would have had packed her bag with all that she needed and we would have chatted and giggled the night away, not caring about school or anything.
Thinking back, it might not have been a very clever thing to do, but Christ was it worth it.
School was ok though. I think we freaked people out, speaking English and all. The didn't understand what we were saying, I guess we talked prettly fast, so we were free to say whatever we wanted whenever we wanted. I do miss speaking English all day. That's why I'm moving away were the native language is English.
And all our songs. We wrote tons of songs. Some of them really good.
Vers #1
You came knocking on my door, *boom boom*, beggin' for forgivness.
I took you back, but lied to me again. Oh yes you did.
Chorus:
Get out of my house. Get out of my mind.
Stay away from me. Now and forever.
It surprises me that I still know the words. And the melody! This song's good, and we were only about 12 or 13 when we wrote it. We had so much going on. Ha, and when she told me she fancied my brother I laughed my arse off. Even worse, when HER brother told me he fancied ME! Blimey, he tried to kiss me! Haha. He was sweet and all, but boy was it hilarious. He had his ways with the ladies. Once he asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I told him I wanted to be a therapist. He said, no I think you should be a model. Haha my God Adam... Apperantly I was his "dream girl". I said no, and Sam and I put make up on him instead... while he was sleeping. We used mascara, blush, lipstick, eye shadow and loads of perfume. We never dared try "the hand in water-trick" to make him wet himself. We thought that was too cruel. I miss that part of my childhood.
In early September 2005 I was in for a surprise. I saw Sam on the bus oneday, and she told me she had something to tell me. She looked pretty happy, so I didn't bother to worry about it. But then, at home in my room on the floor by the bookshelf, she told me.
Remebered words: "Ebba, you know mum and dad's been fixing the house a lot latly... Well's it's because we're selling it. We're moving to America Ebba."
Bang, and that was it. The message had been delivred, the bomb had been dropped. And all I could say was "when?". "In 4 months", she told me. I think I was too flabbergasted to even hear her utter the words "4 months". In four month, Christ it's not even half a year. it's only four month.
Poff, like that and those four months had gone. Quicker than anyone could ever have imagined.
The first call I got from Sam was in January sometime. She was still in a hotel, because her new house was not done yet. We didn't talk for long, because it didn't really feel like she had gone. So unreal. And it's felt that way forever, until now.
For real, it's surreal, it's so real.
Emma's had a new baby, Sam's had a new sister. A girl whom I probably will never meet.
Second question: Do I want to?
Bethany Rose Williams, a complete stranger to me. My best friend's babysister is a complete stranger to me, what does that make us? The distance is getting clearer.
Ebba.
"Why are your building devides? Is there some failing in your life?"
I don't know Glen, I don't know. Perhaps.
Anyway, I just heard Sam's mum's just had her baby. A girl, Benthany. Bethany Rose Williams.
First question: "Will I ever meet her?"
It's been two years since Sam moved, havn't seen her since December 28th 2005. Fine we talk, weather it's on MSN, Myspace or if we ring each other, we talk every now and then. But it's different, we only talk. Only talk. We used to see each other everyday before, EVERY day. Sleepovers round my house, sleepovers round her house. At Halloween we used to carve pumpkins, and use the goo inside for trick or treating. No one knew about trick or treating then... What about when we covered the whole house in fake spiderweb, a bit of nasy surprise for mum.
We always used to watch scary films in the middle of the night. I loved watching films with Sam, she had great taste in films (never in guys or music though) and just like me she wanted it to be completely pitch black and quiet whilst we were watching them. One night we stayed up watching LOTR 3 or 4 times in a row.
And we used to bake! All the time.
Flashback: "Welcome to Sam's and Eb's. Today we're making kladdekaka!"
We used to skip school a lot too. Sometimes, right after bedtime, Sam would sneak out of her house and come round mine. She would have had packed her bag with all that she needed and we would have chatted and giggled the night away, not caring about school or anything.
Thinking back, it might not have been a very clever thing to do, but Christ was it worth it.
School was ok though. I think we freaked people out, speaking English and all. The didn't understand what we were saying, I guess we talked prettly fast, so we were free to say whatever we wanted whenever we wanted. I do miss speaking English all day. That's why I'm moving away were the native language is English.
And all our songs. We wrote tons of songs. Some of them really good.
Vers #1
You came knocking on my door, *boom boom*, beggin' for forgivness.
I took you back, but lied to me again. Oh yes you did.
Chorus:
Get out of my house. Get out of my mind.
Stay away from me. Now and forever.
It surprises me that I still know the words. And the melody! This song's good, and we were only about 12 or 13 when we wrote it. We had so much going on. Ha, and when she told me she fancied my brother I laughed my arse off. Even worse, when HER brother told me he fancied ME! Blimey, he tried to kiss me! Haha. He was sweet and all, but boy was it hilarious. He had his ways with the ladies. Once he asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I told him I wanted to be a therapist. He said, no I think you should be a model. Haha my God Adam... Apperantly I was his "dream girl". I said no, and Sam and I put make up on him instead... while he was sleeping. We used mascara, blush, lipstick, eye shadow and loads of perfume. We never dared try "the hand in water-trick" to make him wet himself. We thought that was too cruel. I miss that part of my childhood.
In early September 2005 I was in for a surprise. I saw Sam on the bus oneday, and she told me she had something to tell me. She looked pretty happy, so I didn't bother to worry about it. But then, at home in my room on the floor by the bookshelf, she told me.
Remebered words: "Ebba, you know mum and dad's been fixing the house a lot latly... Well's it's because we're selling it. We're moving to America Ebba."
Bang, and that was it. The message had been delivred, the bomb had been dropped. And all I could say was "when?". "In 4 months", she told me. I think I was too flabbergasted to even hear her utter the words "4 months". In four month, Christ it's not even half a year. it's only four month.
Poff, like that and those four months had gone. Quicker than anyone could ever have imagined.
The first call I got from Sam was in January sometime. She was still in a hotel, because her new house was not done yet. We didn't talk for long, because it didn't really feel like she had gone. So unreal. And it's felt that way forever, until now.
For real, it's surreal, it's so real.
Emma's had a new baby, Sam's had a new sister. A girl whom I probably will never meet.
Second question: Do I want to?
Bethany Rose Williams, a complete stranger to me. My best friend's babysister is a complete stranger to me, what does that make us? The distance is getting clearer.
Ebba.
I regnbågar med Radioskallar.
I hate it, but it's what I do best. I guess I take after you.
Well I'm back home, funny innit?
The place I've always loved is now a place I dread; mainly because I know I'm on verge of losing it, and also because you're here. Funny thing is I've been wanting to write for ages now, and so I finally sit down ready to put down my words, and then you come here and annoy me. You, with your always so perfect timing, destroy me.
Nagging nagging nagging nagging nagging nagging nagging nagging nagging nagging nagging
Shut the eff up.
I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up
I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up
I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up
I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up
I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up
I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up
I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up
I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up
I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up
Great, so now I'm peeved off again. Cheers.
And oh yeah! Almost forgot. Happy Valentine's Day all you happy lovers out there.
Well I'm back home, funny innit?
The place I've always loved is now a place I dread; mainly because I know I'm on verge of losing it, and also because you're here. Funny thing is I've been wanting to write for ages now, and so I finally sit down ready to put down my words, and then you come here and annoy me. You, with your always so perfect timing, destroy me.
Nagging nagging nagging nagging nagging nagging nagging nagging nagging nagging nagging
Shut the eff up.
I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up
I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up
I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up
I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up
I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up
I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up
I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up
I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up
I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up I'll shut you up
Great, so now I'm peeved off again. Cheers.
And oh yeah! Almost forgot. Happy Valentine's Day all you happy lovers out there.
Give me a chance to hold on (just give me something to hold on to)
Huge eyes, knew I's missing.
So I closed mine whilst I's kissing...
And that is the awful truth people.
I never loved you, nor did I want to.
Imorgon ska jag ut på krogen med Vicki och co. förresten! Jippie!
Och imorgon är det fredag, alla älskar fredag, jag älskar fredag. Fredag med lov efteråt är ett stort plus.
Igår hade jag matematik, och jag fastnade i min skrivbok där jag för länge sedan hade skrivit ett brev till mig själv. Det är fascinerande att läsa om dåtiden, läsa om allt som skett och tänka på det som hänt efter, och det som inte hänt... Jag saknar dig.
OÍCHE MHAITH !
E b b s i l u s
Skada, skada, woman down
Varför vill du bara göra allt värre?
Och sen vänder du på allt.
Jag orkar inte med dig, hur du alltid får allt att verka värre. Hur allt som är jobbigt alltid dras upp och förstoras.
Jag orkar inte med din avunsjuka, som är baserad på ingenting. Jag orkar inte med oron, oron att inte veta om du klarar dig eller ej. Jag orkar inte ta hand om dig, inte trösta dig, inte ge dig mer tid. Tid som jag inte har.
Jag klarar inte att bli besviken av dig om och om igen. Mina öron tål inte höra dina klagomål, mina ögon klarar inte att se ditt förfall. Mitt hjärta kan inte bära din tyngd, och jag orkar inte hjälpa dig.
Att se dig är jobbigt, men att inte se dig är saknad. Att aldrig ha rätt, och att ständigt få höra det. När du går bakom min rygg och sedan förnekar det är är chockerande, men det är inte före vändpunkten jag chockeras.
Efter alla lögner och toma hot, efter allt skrik och all avundsjuka, efter alla påhop och all strid, då vänder du helt plötsligt sida. Du ringer upp mig, visar en öm sida, och tvingar mig till att känna skuld.
Jag orkar inte med dina vändningar. Jag orkar inte färdas fram och tillbaka med frångan. "Kärlek eller hat?"
Mitt hjärta kan inte bära din tyngd, och jag kan inte vara din "mamma". Jag kan inte vara din, mamma.
Slow down my beating heart
This is my heart, and I'll have it FedExed to you in a box.
Med många om och men, så har denna dag inte varit till nytta. Den levde aldirg ut sitt fulla jag med full kapacitet, den dog längs vägen. Denna dag började inte idag, inte igår, inte så länge jag kan minnas.
Min dag dog ut, nästa dag får krypa fram ur ett dike, begravd i lera och skräp. Min nästa dag vandrar redan längs vägkanten, där bilarna som kör förbi kastar ut sitt skräp. Inte tänker de på den stackars dagen som ensam vandrar, ensam randas.
Varje ny dag plågas av resterande nattankar från dagen dessförinnan.
Det nya som påbörjades idag, började med en katastrof. Vilse var jag, och vilsna var de. Jag kallades till och med vid fel namn. Kräkt? Nej inte alls.
Samtalet. Hmm. Hur var det? Det var hemskt. Vad de inte förstår, är att jag är äldre än vad jag borde vara.
Och för tyven, jag fattade inte ens vad skåningen sade.
Dagens kurs var rakt mot nedgång. Dagen var dömd till att dö, liksom nästa, och nästa, och nästa.
Och hur kan man roa sig med de som håller en mur runt sig. De som murar in sig i en skräphåla där endast skräp förgås och talas. Den där förbannade nummerlappen kan måhända vara det enda bra som inträffade idag.
Idag, fördömda idag, bli imorgon så jag kan glömma dig med gårdagen.
-Ebba
Med många om och men, så har denna dag inte varit till nytta. Den levde aldirg ut sitt fulla jag med full kapacitet, den dog längs vägen. Denna dag började inte idag, inte igår, inte så länge jag kan minnas.
Min dag dog ut, nästa dag får krypa fram ur ett dike, begravd i lera och skräp. Min nästa dag vandrar redan längs vägkanten, där bilarna som kör förbi kastar ut sitt skräp. Inte tänker de på den stackars dagen som ensam vandrar, ensam randas.
Varje ny dag plågas av resterande nattankar från dagen dessförinnan.
Det nya som påbörjades idag, började med en katastrof. Vilse var jag, och vilsna var de. Jag kallades till och med vid fel namn. Kräkt? Nej inte alls.
Samtalet. Hmm. Hur var det? Det var hemskt. Vad de inte förstår, är att jag är äldre än vad jag borde vara.
Och för tyven, jag fattade inte ens vad skåningen sade.
Dagens kurs var rakt mot nedgång. Dagen var dömd till att dö, liksom nästa, och nästa, och nästa.
Och hur kan man roa sig med de som håller en mur runt sig. De som murar in sig i en skräphåla där endast skräp förgås och talas. Den där förbannade nummerlappen kan måhända vara det enda bra som inträffade idag.
Idag, fördömda idag, bli imorgon så jag kan glömma dig med gårdagen.
-Ebba
Driving circles around me
From the very first moment I saw you
That's when I knew
All the dreams I held in my heart
Had suddenly come true
Knock me over stone cold sober
Not a thing I could say or do
Cause baby when I'm walking with you now
My eyes are so wide
Like you reached right into my head
And turned on the light inside
Turning on the light
Inside my mind... yea...
Come on baby it's all right
Sunday, Monday, day or night
Written blue on white, it's plain to see
Be mine, be mine!
Rainy, shiny, night or day
What's the difference anyway
Honey 'til your heart belongs to me
If I had some influence, girl
With the powers that be
I'd have them fire that arrow at you
Like they fired it right at me
Maybe when your heart and soul are burning
You might see
That every time I'm talking with you
It's always over too soon
That every day feels so incomplete
'Til you walk into the room
Say the word now, girl
I'll jump that moon... yea...
Come on baby it's OK
Rainy, shiny, night or day
There's nothing in the way now
Don't you see
Be mine, be mine!
Winter, summer, day or night
Centigrade or Fahrenheit
Baby 'til your heart belongs to me
Be Mine, Be mine
Thursday, Friday, short or long
When you got a love so strong
How can it be wrong now? Mercy me
Be Mine, Be mine
Jumpin' Jesus, holy cow!
What's the difference anyhow
Baby 'til your heart belongs to me
On fire, my body's on fire, my body's on fire,
My body's on fire, now run to my side, mmm mmm
Be Mine, be mine
Lyrics: David Gray
Song: Be mine
That's when I knew
All the dreams I held in my heart
Had suddenly come true
Knock me over stone cold sober
Not a thing I could say or do
Cause baby when I'm walking with you now
My eyes are so wide
Like you reached right into my head
And turned on the light inside
Turning on the light
Inside my mind... yea...
Come on baby it's all right
Sunday, Monday, day or night
Written blue on white, it's plain to see
Be mine, be mine!
Rainy, shiny, night or day
What's the difference anyway
Honey 'til your heart belongs to me
If I had some influence, girl
With the powers that be
I'd have them fire that arrow at you
Like they fired it right at me
Maybe when your heart and soul are burning
You might see
That every time I'm talking with you
It's always over too soon
That every day feels so incomplete
'Til you walk into the room
Say the word now, girl
I'll jump that moon... yea...
Come on baby it's OK
Rainy, shiny, night or day
There's nothing in the way now
Don't you see
Be mine, be mine!
Winter, summer, day or night
Centigrade or Fahrenheit
Baby 'til your heart belongs to me
Be Mine, Be mine
Thursday, Friday, short or long
When you got a love so strong
How can it be wrong now? Mercy me
Be Mine, Be mine
Jumpin' Jesus, holy cow!
What's the difference anyhow
Baby 'til your heart belongs to me
On fire, my body's on fire, my body's on fire,
My body's on fire, now run to my side, mmm mmm
Be Mine, be mine
Lyrics: David Gray
Song: Be mine
Forgivness
"This song took 44 years to write, and about 4 minutes to sing"
I got the call today, I didn't wanna hear
But I knew that it would come
An old true friend of ours was talkin' on the phone
She said you'd found someone
And I thought of all the bad luck,
And all the struggles we went through
How I lost me and you lost you
What are these voices outside love's open door
Make us throw off our contentment
And beg for something more?
I've been learning to live without you now
But I miss you sometimes
The more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I knew, I'm learning them again
I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter
But my will gets weak
And my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore
These times are so uncertain
There's a yearning undefined
And people filled with rage
We all need a little tenderness
How can love survive in such a graceless age
And the trust and self-assurance that lead to happiness
They're the very things we kill, I guess
Pride and competition cannot fill these empty arms
And the work they put between us,
You know it doesn't keep us warm
I've been trying to live without you now
But I miss you, baby
The more I know, the less I understand
And all the things I thought I figured out, I have to learn again
I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter
But my will gets weak
And my heart is so shattered
But I think it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore
All the people in your life who've come and gone
They let you down, you know they hurt your pride
Better put it all behind you, cause life goes on
You keep carrin' that anger, it'll eat you up inside
I wanna be happily everafter
And my heart is so shattered
But I know it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me
I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter
Because the flesh will get weak
And the ashes will scatter
So I'm thinkin' about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if you don't love me
Forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if you don't love me anymore...
Lyrics: Don Henley
This Year's Love - David Gray
... all is... drunken gibberrish... "but I miss you sometimes"
I got the call today, I didn't wanna hear
But I knew that it would come
An old true friend of ours was talkin' on the phone
She said you'd found someone
And I thought of all the bad luck,
And all the struggles we went through
How I lost me and you lost you
What are these voices outside love's open door
Make us throw off our contentment
And beg for something more?
I've been learning to live without you now
But I miss you sometimes
The more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I knew, I'm learning them again
I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter
But my will gets weak
And my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore
These times are so uncertain
There's a yearning undefined
And people filled with rage
We all need a little tenderness
How can love survive in such a graceless age
And the trust and self-assurance that lead to happiness
They're the very things we kill, I guess
Pride and competition cannot fill these empty arms
And the work they put between us,
You know it doesn't keep us warm
I've been trying to live without you now
But I miss you, baby
The more I know, the less I understand
And all the things I thought I figured out, I have to learn again
I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter
But my will gets weak
And my heart is so shattered
But I think it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore
All the people in your life who've come and gone
They let you down, you know they hurt your pride
Better put it all behind you, cause life goes on
You keep carrin' that anger, it'll eat you up inside
I wanna be happily everafter
And my heart is so shattered
But I know it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me
I've been tryin' to get down to the Heart of the Matter
Because the flesh will get weak
And the ashes will scatter
So I'm thinkin' about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if you don't love me
Forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if you don't love me anymore...
Lyrics: Don Henley
This Year's Love - David Gray
... all is... drunken gibberrish... "but I miss you sometimes"
Buggeration!
Why do I always do that? I mean, it's actually strange. Or is it? No. Yes. No, "I" don't think so. I know I should turn and look the other way, but oh mama I can't. Where I look I see rings and buggies.
I see small wrinkles. And I like 'em.
I see wrinkely worn-out squares, grayish F-H and humungus sideburns. Looking high and wearing flares, with a peace sign across the chest. Who are you? Who who, who who?
Anyway, the sick thing is I tent to look to seanfir, lena n-áirítear aithreacha na mo gcarad...!
I can't stand na gasúir óga! Tá fir uaim. Maith na fear, an tUasal Rís.
Tá mé tinn tuirseach! De tú.... Tá tú saonta, agus gránna, agus bómánta. Tá mé tinn tuirseach de tú.
"The doctor is in the emergency room."
Peace and all that comes with it...
Ello people.
I just got home like two hours ago, and I am deadtired. I've got homework to do, but I simply can't be arsed. It's way too cold to do anything here. Thank God for quilts, and candles. Anyway, I'd best be off, think I'm gonna go make myself a cup of tea. Spicy yogi-tea, and ech teabag has a little message on it. Just like a fortune cookie, but better and yummier, and much healthier I assume. Oh hurray hurraaaay, what will my tea bag say today?
We had art class earlier today, it was amusing. We worked with clay (not Aiken) and some drew portraits, like finished my drawing the other day at home I too could start with the clay assignment. I've always loved clay, all sorts, and it's such a wonderful material to work with. It's pretty easy just as long as the texture isn't to hard or soft.
Some people made bowls and such, and Fia made a dice :) I on the other hand am doing a human face, not sure if it's going to be a man or a woman though. I guess we'll simply have to wait and see.
I got the basic parts done, and the nose is more or less finished. I've always wanted to do a human face in clay and this is my first. I'm only doing the face though, wish I could do the whole head. Another time, eh?
I had a little chit chat with Mr. Horns today, he was being rather gentle actually. I do like him, a respectable man.
And I started reading the book yesterday, read some more today as well. Seems pretty good, good enough to read, good enough to spend time on. Good enough for me, and good enough to understand.
Whoa! "Next Train" by Hanson, brings back so many memories... It's been ages since I heard it. It's a good song.
By the way, yesterday while I was folding my clothes, I was listening to Jazz.... Oh I do love it. Louis Armstrong, Billie Holiday, Nina Simone, Koop, Sinatra, Leonard Cohen and Nacy Sinatra... And so on... Oh.
I feel ill, my head aches and I'm cold. I think I better have that cup of tea now.
Cheeeeerio chaps!!!!!!!!!!
Le grá,
E B B A
I just got home like two hours ago, and I am deadtired. I've got homework to do, but I simply can't be arsed. It's way too cold to do anything here. Thank God for quilts, and candles. Anyway, I'd best be off, think I'm gonna go make myself a cup of tea. Spicy yogi-tea, and ech teabag has a little message on it. Just like a fortune cookie, but better and yummier, and much healthier I assume. Oh hurray hurraaaay, what will my tea bag say today?
We had art class earlier today, it was amusing. We worked with clay (not Aiken) and some drew portraits, like finished my drawing the other day at home I too could start with the clay assignment. I've always loved clay, all sorts, and it's such a wonderful material to work with. It's pretty easy just as long as the texture isn't to hard or soft.
Some people made bowls and such, and Fia made a dice :) I on the other hand am doing a human face, not sure if it's going to be a man or a woman though. I guess we'll simply have to wait and see.
I got the basic parts done, and the nose is more or less finished. I've always wanted to do a human face in clay and this is my first. I'm only doing the face though, wish I could do the whole head. Another time, eh?
I had a little chit chat with Mr. Horns today, he was being rather gentle actually. I do like him, a respectable man.
And I started reading the book yesterday, read some more today as well. Seems pretty good, good enough to read, good enough to spend time on. Good enough for me, and good enough to understand.
Whoa! "Next Train" by Hanson, brings back so many memories... It's been ages since I heard it. It's a good song.
By the way, yesterday while I was folding my clothes, I was listening to Jazz.... Oh I do love it. Louis Armstrong, Billie Holiday, Nina Simone, Koop, Sinatra, Leonard Cohen and Nacy Sinatra... And so on... Oh.
I feel ill, my head aches and I'm cold. I think I better have that cup of tea now.
Cheeeeerio chaps!!!!!!!!!!
Le grá,
E B B A
Hejsan hoppsan fallerallera.
Grattis på födelsedagen farsan! Have a grand day!
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear Pappsen,
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear Pappsen,
Happy birthday to you!
Tihi, som en liten hiphopare.
Evade evanescence - be a soul singer in a session band
Hej hej här sitter jag och spionerar på grannarna!
Jag vet inte vad jag ska skriva, jag kan uppdatera er om grannlivet.
Rökaren sitter inne, gömd i sin lägenhet; han kommer säkerligen ut med en ciggy snart.
Stjärn-lägenheten är tänd, och full av massa okända människor.
Ensamma gubben sitter fortfarande framför sin utslitna TV, alldeles för sig själv.
Kallsong-killen verkar laga mat, och han har till och med byxor på sig.
Barnfamiljen är frånvarande, men lampan lyser.
Datagubben har övergett datorn, möjligtvis för a night on the town.
Ljusslinge-tanten har tagit bort slingan en gång för alla. Borta, liksom hon.
To be continued.
Revelate - The Frames.
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 charms.
My number eight.
My revelate.
I f#cked it up.
I rest my case.
Cause it's all to grey.
My revelate............!
Sometimes I need a revelation.
Sometimes it's all too hard to take.
Sometimes I need a revelation.
This time I'm making my own now.
Does this mean we're through?
Does this mean it's gone?
I spent a day just to ponder the words.
That I would write to you this day.
But it's all too great, my revelate..........!
Sometimes I need a revelation.
Sometimes it's all too hard to take.
Sometimes I need a revelation.
This time it's up in arms.
This time I need you revelation.
Sometimes it's all too much to take.
This time I need you revelation.
Sometimes it's easy just to hate you.........
Sometimes I need a revelation.
Sometimes I, sometimes I...
Redeem yourself
Redeem yourself
Redeem yourself...........!
Slán agus "buail"
-Ebba
And it continues...
I natt, samma dröm fast with a twist. Jag kommer inte riktigt ihåg just nu, men det var samma. Jag vet att det var.
Håååå.... Hmmmm.... Haaaaaa.... Nu sjunkar allt under ytan snart. Snart sart, and all I can do is wait for it to fall.
Håååå.... Hmmmm.... Haaaaaa.... Nu sjunkar allt under ytan snart. Snart sart, and all I can do is wait for it to fall.
