April 2009
Sometimes all your hopes are gone And the only ghost is love Your world could fall apart But you won't hear a sound
"Sometimes you're creepy" "... think your are obsessed" "And I don't even know you, so please just let me go" But if you don't even know me, then how are you to know..? How are you to know??!
Eftersom hela världen handlar om mig (är den ultimata misstolkningen..?)... "Hope" is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never s
With richness Hair heavier than sculptured marble They sing of a world more full and clear than can be Sisters Your song bears a burden too weighty for the whorled ear's listening
HEJ HEJ KÄRA DAGBOK LIVET HANDLAR OM ATT INTE VARA FULL EN TISDAGSMORGON KLOCKAN 15:46 PÅ TORSDAG SKA JAG BLI KLAR MED INSPELNINGEN AV THE LOST BOY (INSIDE YOU) EN GÅNG FÖR ALLA.
Appropå jordens undergång så har nåt skumt band som kallas Fuchsia lagt upp en låt som heter The Lost Boy (Inside You) på sin myspace..? www.myspace.com/fuchsiaswed
BAH!!! HÅLLER PÅ ATT SKRIVA TVÅ LÅTAR SOM KANSKE KOMMER ATT HETA "ONE PERFECT MORNING" + "AGAINST THE SAME DEAD SEA"... HOPPAS DE BLIR BRA..? DET OCH ATT JAG M&Ar
Kafkaisolering för att öka kreativiteten (eller för att det är kallt ute..!) Kanske läsdags..? Hela jag är 80-tal..? (Uppenbarligen)..? PS. Madåna &au
One perfect morning I was dazed By the texture of your skin up close to me Underneath the summer sun Shining on the ocean where we'd drown Staring out the window when you're stoned Outside the
Kan "Existential Summer Parties"-turnén bli av...? Eller ska jag skjuta huvudet av mig direkt..? Datum bokas... I väntan på sommar...
No one likes looking at you Your lack of ego offends male mentality They need your innocence To steal vacant love and to destroy Your beauty and virginity used like toys My mind is dead, everybody lo
Anything I tried to say Didn't mean a thing today Of all I said no word was true And I still don't get through to to you
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