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We Are Merely Stripped Animals With Mirrors In Our Eyes
(FATTAR INTE MIG PA ALLA KODER, HAHA)
Jag hade aldrig trott att saknaden kunde vara sa stor bara av lamnaden av sin basta van. Men nu vet jag battre. Vi har sa mycket gemensamt och vi tanker likadant. Jag vet att vi alltid kommer att ha varandra och jag tror att denna resan kommer att starka var vanskap nagon otroligt. Jag tror vi bada innest inne vet att vi alltid har haft lite av en grabb relation aven om vi aldrig har tyckt det sjalva. Vi har aldrig riktigt statt uppp for vara kanslor och pratat om dem som de kanslosamma sjalar vi ar. Det ar det som jag tror vi kommer att starka genom denna resan. Vi kommer mogna for att sedan blomma ut i en oforstorbar kedja som endast du och jag har nycklen till. Vi kommer att kunna dansa natterna langa och aven se igenom speglarna som vi sa sallan passerar. Men tills dess far vi leve pa spegelbilden som lever i vara minnen. For mig blir den klarare och klarare for varje dag nar jag mer och mer inser att den ar min egen.
Forlat om det blev lite djupt..HAHA, men det bara kom. Jag maste spana in Lars nya pahitt pa Youtube om karleken som bannemej verkar, haha. Bandet gar skit men jag skriver eget anda. Har lite nya texter som jag tankte kotta upp ocksa kanske. Har skrivit hur jag vill ha arrangemanget som vi brukade gora. Har kommer ett trum-fill-in, har ar sax solo och har kommer en fet nigress kor in. HAHA, vi och vara visioner.
Nokus Feke Ematha Tustanaki
Remember when you kissed my neck,
locked inside illusory trances,
with green eyes dyed on the black walls.
We promised each other
to rape the skies.
But now you disregard me;
eating your pride from a silver spoon.
I am mere a stranger.
Remember when we imagined the sun as a frog,
And that the ocean was filled with blood.
We used to bathe, naked,
not anymore.
Pink ladies dig your own grave
And you drunken slaves, penetrate the evening
With your quiet prayers
Oh fuck me, yeah fuck me
Come to the hills, you know where it is
Mother, the sun is in your eyes
And the frog is a big fucking balloon
Crashing on our naked bodies
Save me, Jesus, save us
Banshee Fusion
Its moving, gently, look
Its turning brighter now
It fades away, nearly gone
As an indoctrinated effigy
I sank my teeth through my marble tongue.
Nine fallen stars with only one simple wish, to fly
Its turning red now
Inflating like a balloon filled with the venomous sky
And in their black eyes I could see
the reflection, fallen stars, again
I climbed the hill to join the circle of my current life
Soldiers in my mind fighting against the colors
I marched through the fog, again, to enter another sleepless dream
Utopia
Now when all the wars have ended
And the soldiers are just some peace symbols of our country
What will they sing about now?
Now when hunger is just a dreadful memory
And sparkling water is a privilege for all
What will they sing about now?
Now when we dance to the sound of the rivers
And the guns and the uniforms are all scattered on the ground
Now when the nation have marched out of the green house
What will they sing about now?
Now when the only thing the police does
Is to check the parking meters
No riots or violence is promoted
What will they sing about now?
Now when peace is a fact and the population is stabilized
Now when money has turned to love
And the constitution is so obvious that no one gives a fuck
What will they sing about now?
Oblivious Fate
The heart monitor roars
to the beat of my veins.
And the pale walls are
like referees in my head.
Shamans whisper under the neon lights,
as they surround my bed.
The sheets are hot dead prisoners,
chafing the remains of my living corpse.
My mother bends over me,
embracing me with optimistic lies,
about hope.
We used to dance naked, Mr. Hope and I,
but he drowned last night.
And sometimes I wish I drowned, too,
when my dreams were still conscious.
A dive into that innocent lake
stopped the ballet of a young believer.
I am mere a robot, trying to oxidize.
(09-21-99)
I was abandoned in a swarm
of restless hearts,
with an immense gap
between my two front teeth.
And a long clumsy plastic nose
was growing like a weed
out of my face.
They called me,
Pinocchio
In that moment
I wished I could fly
(or at least sink through the solid ground)
Maybe I could transform into haze?
To rise with help from the sun,
But Apollo is dead, vanished in the wind.
And the leaves he left,
are all rotten on the top of our graves.
I was next in the line,
only a bully between me and the quiet playground.
He grabbed the bat like a dagger in his hands,
when I witnessed a glimpse of strained pleasure
formed in his threatened eyes.
With a sound of dancing bones on the roof,
he shattered my untied lips.
The wooden taste strangled my tongue
as a raindrop softly touched my cheek.
Hazardous Orb
Black clouds are hanging from the sky
Waves are breaking loud on the seashore
Ashes of broken twigs lying in the sallow sand
While couples bathe naked in the untamed sea
Evil they say, you malicious creature
Evil, sin, immorality, transgression, corruption, love
Love, love, lovers lover,
Nothing can console us now.
Snakes are penetrating our houses
Take this gun, well yes its time to run
Snakes are penetrating our houses
Take this gun, well its time to run
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The mirrors in the street
Flash above my subterranean mind
As I ramble on, yeah
When the parade has begun
I shall march beside your throne
And when the organ hits the final tone
I will enter your modest sky
I shall crash the barricade
Of my massive sin
And I shall raze the unicorns
With my blood-filled eyes
And you vulture, with a solid core
Damn your sinful pride
Your red neck shall sway
From the gallows pole
When the twilight conceals the night
And I shall face the women’s rights
And I shall pick the urchin’s bones
And I shall clash until I expire
When my genesis soar
This pyramid world
Bias - W. 8
Am I a racist,
When my despot heart
Refuses to die?
Am I a racist,
When my lover is white
And he goes to church every Sunday noon?
Am I a racist,
When I say that his name is George Bush
And that I fucked him last night?
But dont be afraid.
I promise; he is white!
Sebastien, Niles Son
You are the hippie born in the wrong time, dancing all night long in your unrealistic dreams and ideas. You take your guitar and scream, alright, as loud as you can. Thats just how you are. You jump around like a wild animal through a world of opportunities. Because thats the thing you see: the opportunities and the good things about life. What it can give to you and also what you can give back. You, alone can dance away all the sorrow and pain that is left in this world. You are my friend, my twin, my cousin, my happiness and my imagination. Sometimes I believe that we are mirrors of each other.
Music is your life and also our life. I cant imagine you sitting in your green coach without your 30 dollar guitar hanging beneath your wild brown hair. You sing with your entire body and soul and all the muscles are working together to make the thing we call art. And when you hit that high note you push your cheek back against your chest, just as if you were singing to save the world. At least you save mine.
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TwoHeadedBoy
Sun 2 Nov 2008 05:38
massa text, jag vet och alla dessa koder...men sa teknisk som jag ar sa fixar jag det latt som en platt! woho
TwoHeadedBoy
Sun 2 Nov 2008 04:07
haha, laste du den? Det ar formodligen det basta jag nagonsin skrivit ;) haha, <3
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