tisdag 31 maj 2011
måndag 30 maj 2011
söndag 29 maj 2011
Books, Books, Books, Books...
Inside Of You
lördag 28 maj 2011
Kill All Your Friends, In The Beginning
Angelie, Angelie. Wake up Angelie, something whispers in her ear. Opens her eyes. But all is dust. All she sees is dust, and shadows. Shadows in the corners. In the corners of her eyes. The wind blowing swirls of dust. She falls asleep again.
Shakespeare
torsdag 26 maj 2011
I Don't Know Why
And now it's over, done, in the past.
But it all went so fast, too fast.
I couldn't think.
I still can't think.
But soon it will come to me
all at once.
It feels so empty.
Like something is lost.
I get so cold inside, so be my golden ride
be my way that doesn't lead astray.
Be my dynamite, break down the walls tonight
lead me home, unknown.
Rip me inside out.
onsdag 25 maj 2011
Dare You To Move
Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?
Salvation is here
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself, to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened before
tisdag 24 maj 2011
”Rotvältorna. Någonting som barn att krypa in under, de kunde fälla igen men det hände aldrig och hon satt där och fick jord på halsen.
Djuren: smådjuren, nosdjuren, pälsar med tufsig glans. Eller rådjuren, stilla just där skogen övergick i fält, nosfukten, ögonvitan. Där bakom rotväggen omgav de henne, ringlade sig in, och hon var Snövit, lämnad kvar av Jägaren. Honom tänkte hon på nu, men hon var ännu ett barn. Och likväl.
Och han förde henne ut i skogen och han böjde sitt gevär. Siktade rakt mot hennes vänstra bröst.
Hon satt vid den döda hinden när han gick, hon tittade ner i såret. Han hade grävt och skurit där inne, tagit med sig hjärtat. Vad var en hind? Hon visste inte men kroppen var sargad och Jägaren bar nu hjärtat till den kvinna som bodde i Snövits hem.
Jag gjorde som du sa med flickan.
Sekundsnabb bräcklighet, grep sedan spegeln, såg sin egen bild.
Satisfaction.
Rävarna kom och mössen. Ord som flingor föll uvarnas fjädrar ner i vältan där Snövit satt. Som varm och täckande snö.”
SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY
Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
Torn apart
måndag 23 maj 2011
You Cry A Tear To Start A River
So stand close to me
Don't sail away, baby
Let them see your heart
Let them see just how beautiful you are
So you head on down
To the bottom near the river
Just to wash away
All the pain of today and yesterday
And you try so hard
To wash away the spots
But your tears
Don't seem to do enough
It's just too much
Well, darling grab a hand
We promise not to let you stand alone
Fear Of Flying?
"I tipped my head to the side and I whispered
To this man that was in the aisle
I said "Do you know how long it takes before we die?"
And then I rolled awake
Can you take me back to the person I used to be?
Back when you were there for me
I know it seems like forever
But do me this favor please
Way back when we were stupid
And held grudges just to help us sleep
Oh my God, how ridiculous were we?"
We are so cold, digging for gold....
Don't try to change me,
don't try to make me yours.
Don't you dare try to take everythind that I've made,
all the walls I have built,
all the paintings I have made.
Don't you try to change a thing,
don't even think about it.
Leave my heart, my soul and my mind alone.
Just you try to get in my mind.
Just you try to mess with my head.
But don't ever apologize.
söndag 22 maj 2011
lördag 21 maj 2011
The Color Of Blue
Jag vet att du sover
Känner värmen från din hud
Bara lukten gör mig svag
Men jag vågar inte väcka dig nu
Jag skulle ge dig
Allting du pekar på
Men bara när du inte hör
Vågar jag säga så
Jag kan inte ens gå
Utan din luft i mina lungor
Jag kan inte ens stå
När du inte ser på
Och genomskinlig grå blir jag
Utan dina andetag
Min klocka har stannat
Under dina ögonlock
Fladdrar drömmarna förbi
Inuti är du fjäderlätt och vit
Och utan ett ljud
Mitt hjärta i din hand
Har jag tappat bort mitt språk
Det fastnar i ditt hår
Jag kan inte ens gå
Utan din luft i mina lungor
Jag kan inte ens stå
När du inte ser på
Och färglös som en tår blir jag
Utan dina andetag
Jag kan inte ens gå
Utan din luft i mina lungor
Jag kan inte ens stå
Om du inte ser på
Och genomskinlig grå
Vad vore jag
Utan dina andetag
Vad vore jag
Utan dina andetag
onsdag 18 maj 2011
tisdag 17 maj 2011
Somehow, for some reason it felt like you threw a knife through my heart when you spoke those words. I knew it, I saw it coming. Still the surprise swept me off my feet and caught me off guard. The words filled my head with a thick, inpermeable fog. A smoke infecting my mind, making me dazed. I wish those words would have remained unspoken...
måndag 16 maj 2011
I hate this boy for making my heart grow with every second I think about him.
But I'm starting to wonder if he has ever really existed, if we ever was real. He seems too good to be true. He seems like picked out of a dream.
Everyday I'm trying to find him, still I'm not sure if I want to find him. To afraid of what I might find. Afraid that my discovery will change my perfect picture of him. To afraid that he will no longer be everything that I want. Everything that I love. I've been through this once before. And it didn't end up well. So I know how it feels. I know how it will feel if I find him. My heart will not break, because it's already broken. It will... die. I don't know. I think that maybe the hunt for him has become more thrilling than the find will be. But I hope not. I hope you will always stay the way you are in my mind. The way I want you to be. The way I love. But I think I might be more in love with the thought of you than the real you. Unfortunately. But you'll always be with me, and I will never stop looking for you. So if you see a girl with red hair and changing, searching veiled cat-eyes, it will be me.
But I'm starting to wonder if he has ever really existed, if we ever was real. He seems too good to be true. He seems like picked out of a dream.
Everyday I'm trying to find him, still I'm not sure if I want to find him. To afraid of what I might find. Afraid that my discovery will change my perfect picture of him. To afraid that he will no longer be everything that I want. Everything that I love. I've been through this once before. And it didn't end up well. So I know how it feels. I know how it will feel if I find him. My heart will not break, because it's already broken. It will... die. I don't know. I think that maybe the hunt for him has become more thrilling than the find will be. But I hope not. I hope you will always stay the way you are in my mind. The way I want you to be. The way I love. But I think I might be more in love with the thought of you than the real you. Unfortunately. But you'll always be with me, and I will never stop looking for you. So if you see a girl with red hair and changing, searching veiled cat-eyes, it will be me.
söndag 15 maj 2011
lördag 14 maj 2011
The Glass Parade
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