måndag 11 april 2011

nu förstår jag.
ond bråd död.
livslusten kommer i sekvenser.
minuter, timmar, ibland hela dygn.
men ibland försvinner den i det mörka tragiska ljuset av allt som har varit.
jag vill inte längre tillbaka in i det, jag vill dränka mig i neon.
i solsken, sommar, shorts, varma nätter, kalla öl.
men jag är rädd för vintern.
rädd för mig själv.
framtiden är inte här för mig, och jag tänker inte blicka längre än till horisonten.
försvinn in i dig själv, för du bor inte längre här.

fredag 8 april 2011

you say that love kills and i'll grow old before my time
and that's fine. and that's fine.
it's fine, it's fine.

lördag 2 april 2011

amsterdamaged | send my regards

life is an endless loop in a theatre of lust.
with peepshows, slut-machines, and lucky dames.
velvet dreams and lovestains all around.
put on your make-up and join us in death.

days are numbered in my calendar.
and x for every y.
a u for everyone i've loved on this manic ride.
and all the fortunetellers could never predict how this ends.
put on your corpsepaint and join us in death.

i'll drive this wornout veichle of flesh & bones.
through red lights and dark streets.
with alcohol my gas and decadence my companion.
tune in your police-radios and listen to the sound.
of molotov dreams set alight.

fredag 1 april 2011

it's one of those days when you don't know who the real you is anymore

SLOWER
It's been so long since I've been by myself
And I need this more than you will ever know
People like you and me never felt the breeze
People like you and me will never know the easy way

I scream into the wind and laugh
As the words slap me in hte face
I would gladly trade a lifetime of convenience
For and honest day or two

It's just not the same when you're staring
Into a perfect golden sunset
And thinking about how you sold your soul
To send the rain away

It's been so long since I've stood on my two feet
I'd really rather lay here and pretend
But people like you and me never get that peace
It comes from denying that everything is so screwed up
It's so screwed up

I stand on a building and throw up my arms to the sky
I swallow my pride and admit
That it's not always best to understand the reason why

It's just not the same when you wake up in the morning
With a smile on your face
When you know you lied yourself to sleep to make it better
To make it better