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The West is the Best

There is something in the sun
that carries my mind away

A longing, a desire, an unspoken but frequent thought of The Day

When the seas and winds and clouds gently guides my way

Into the west, where I intend to stay

A thousand mornings I lay still
Watching a thousand sundowns kill a thousand dreams

New day draws near, it's close now
closer than ever before

But until then- I keep staring at the sun


The Highway

Cars
Noise
Police car in a rush
Motorbike about to be crushed

Afternoon traffic on a smoggy highway

I'm just sitting in the grass- shielded and folded by
nature
as she draws her last
dying
breath

I think I'll stay just a little while longer


I am an american

In war with war

I stand up for the ones who lie dead-
see the fools seem to have lost their spark

In possessed struggle for nothing and beyond

A bullet in the
head
Flashes of
red
Pretty colours on the ground

Ma not gonna be able to wash this one of

I salute the president with my middle finger

you see
I too am an american

for it is
- a state of mind

and it is
- a headache

--watching the demons scheme
through the tv guide and entertainment

The teenage soldier- listening to rock 'n roll

Killing, serving, protecting, watching
Slaughtering the civilians in their huts

The war will never end- until the last innocent has been murdered

Let me get rid of this gun for a moment
and tell you what's going on

Who'm I kiddin', huh?

Nothing's goin' on.


Fröet

Det finns ett frö i jorden

frysandes-

inkapabelt att gro-

Rör du det så dör det
sådan är dess skörhet

Monster hotar förgöra fröet


Monstet i den fodrande fadern
Monstret i den fostrande modern

Monstret som sover utanför världen
i den äldsta vaggan?

Endast de unga kan röra fröet


Så låt det finnas kvar en liten stund till


Love junkie no#1

being
is the greatest confusion of all

the killer among riddles

the peak of the unknown

it's the truth

the only truth

man is a vicious beast

--stop the car

again



-- I, too wanna get out



the two-faced she-devil holds the gun



pointing it at my crotch man



golden, epic, to die/live for



love-junkie no.1


Viva you

We have ceased to exist, we are no more
You have gone, gone away, I could not make you stay

Know that whatever you do, wherever you go
I will forever remember you and your grace

I will always love you the most, whoever takes your place

Thank you for the time spent with me, it's been a heavenly
pleasure

As long as I live I will consider you my one,
my love, my long lost
treasure


inevitable cycle

The sun has come again to this land of clouds and misery

Newborn buds on the trees are basking in the sun-
not yet in blossom, soon to die

Fall will come again to this place-
this city of Jesters, and winter will soon grip us tight

And all is quiet again in the land of clouds and misery


Fuck you

Ord.

Det finns de;
för vilka ord är vägen till ett mål

eller de;
för vilka ordet är målet i slutet av en väg

du var inte som jag-

jag var inte som du-

mitt mål var bara ett stopp på din väg



det fanns en plats utanför allt-

där vi viskade mjuka lögner av sammet

men hela tiden var du mitt mål
och jag ett stopp på din väg


Somliga säger
jaga inte spöken ur svunnen tid
lev här.
lev nu.

men jag säger;

hur ska jag då få mina ord tillbaka?

brända brev och brutna ringar
vittnar till min fördel

Ormtunga!
Ormtunga!

dina ord
som du så vackert tog tillbaka från mig

ska jag stjäla. Bränna. Riva och förstöra.

Varför inte?

Det är ju bara ord?



Jag älskar/hatar dig tills jag dör.

Gud är DÖD

Falska avbilder av en falsk gud

Tomma ord på fulla sidor

Varför är det så
att
människor blandar ihop saga
med
verklighet

ignorerar bevis och envist klänger kvar

varför tror ni dårar på en
herre
som är skapad av sina
tjänare

som splittrar människor från sina närmaste
tvingar folk isär
och
visar ingen nåd för den du håller kär

Det är dags att stå upp
vakna
och se

Du är din egen herre
så sluta be!




Yada, yada, yada...

Läste inte alla, men dom där översta var asnajs!

Men älska Fröet!

...Får jag gifta mig med Fröet...? Jag är ung...

Det här var ju ingen smörja, du skriver bra! Jag gillar dina dikter/låttexter.

Tack

Faaan va najs.

Spank you veli veli much!

Riktigt bra

bra =D

a redheaded bird flew me by
fly, freebird, fly
i know the dawn, the new dawn
it tastes good but its not made to last
every century has one, but they all seem to implode
a thousand hungry thoughts digest, dont seem to care for the rest
i tell you man, the west is the best

The sweet music died out
and someone announced it was time for closing
There was a sigh leaping around the room, jumping from one person to another
Would you kindly show these people the door? the demon asked
The barkeeper replied; are you sure? do you really think they will come back?
Don't worry, said the demon
they will be back tomorrow for more

The old lady and her dog walks on by

She's old and bitter, ain't got much to live for

Besides her dog

Perhaps someone should kill that dog?

Springtime grace
I see the trees
I see the nesting bird
I see the happy couples, laughing - laughing in my face
These are their glory days
But thats alright, I dont mind the trees
I dont mind the birds or the joyful couples
But I do mind this lasting haze, cause behind it is your fucking face

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