Thursday, July 26, 2007

How do they kill children?

Trivselkväll på det lokala berget… Ja, jag går väl dit då. då det är sista gången för i år…. Jag har hört att där finns starköl så OK då.

Ja just ja, jag har ju gått och blivit 35 år också… tur att man ser ut och beter sig som 27… snart 25 ;)

Undrar om man ska dra en till sthlm-resa kanske… pengarna skriker nej men jag vill säga annorlunda…

I could be a smack freak
And hate society
I could hate God
And blame Dad
I might be in a Holocaust
Hate Hitler
Might not have a child
And hate school
I could be a sad lover
And hate death
I could be a neuro
And hate sweat
No

I hate my way

I make you in to a song
I can’t rise above the church
I’m caught in a jungle
Vines tangle my hands
I’m always so hot and it’s hot in here
I say it’s all right

My pillow screams too
But so does my kitchen
And water
And my shoes
And the road

I have a gun in my head
I’m invisible
I can’t find the ice

A slug
I’m TV
I hate

A boy, he was tangled in his bike forever
A girl was missing two fingers
Gerry Ann was confused
Mr. Huberty
Had a gun in his head

So I sit up late in the morning
And ask myself again
How do they kill children?
And why do I want to die?
They can no longer move
I can no longer be still

I hate
My way

/K. Hersch

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Tuesday, July 24, 2007

THE HARDEST BUTTON TO BUTTON

Lite tomt nu efter några veckor medresor, spelningar, svensexor, fester  och annat… Ta hand om mitt hem lite grann och så där… ser ut som en knarkarkvart…

Sen blir det bröllop på lördag då… blir väl trevligt antar jag…

We started living in an old house
My ma gave birth and we were checking it out
It was a baby boy
So we bought him a toy
It was a ray gun
And it was 1981
We named him Baby
He had a toothache
He started crying
It sounded like an earthquake
It didnt last long
Because I stopped it
I grabbed a rag doll
And stuck some little pins in it

Now were a family
And were alright now
We got money and a little place
To fight now
We dont know you
And we dont owe you
But if you see us around
I got something else to show you

Now its easy when you dont know better
You think its sleazy?
Then put it in a short letter
We keep warm
But theres just something wrong when you
Just feel like youre the hardest little button
To button

I had opinions
That didnt matter
I had a brain
That felt like pancake batter
I got a backyard
With nothing in it
Except a stick
A dog
And a box with something in it

The hardest button to button

/Even F.

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Sunday, July 15, 2007

May take a week honey, may take more…

Människa igen…

Ut i Mohed ett par dagar… ta det lugnt…sippa Mohitos…bada om vädret tillåter… äta gott…döda en grek…klämma nån öl…

Ska bli skönt…

Sen in å dra nåt snabbt rep för det ska spelas både fredag och lördag…

We barely remember what came before this precious moment,
Choosing to be here right now.
Hold on, stay inside…
This body holding me, reminding me that I am not alone in
This body makes me feel eternal.
All this pain is an illusion.

/J. Dredd

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Friday, July 13, 2007

TACK!

Tack för att min i stort sett enda lediga helg denna sommar, ja veckorna e tomma, så blir jag sängliggande, sjuk…

Tack ska du ha, vem du nu är…

Tur att man hinner glömma bort vad som hände i avsnitten av American HotRod nu när de sänds igen varje timme. NOT!

När jag blir stor ska jag bli så jävla stor…

Om man leker med sin balle trots att den e så varm att den inte ger nån respons alls, e man galen då? Det e i alla fall det roligaste jag kan göra…

Surprise! you’re dead!
Ha ha! open your eyes

See the world as it used to be when you used to be in it
When you were alive and when you were in love
And when I took it from you!

It’s not over yet
You don’t remember?
I won’t let you forget
The hatred I bestowed
Upon your neck with a fatal blow
From my teeth and my tongue
I’ve drank and swallowed, but it’s just begun
Now you are mine
I’ll keep killing you until the end of time

Surprise! you’re dead!
Guess what?
It never ends…

The pain, the torment and torture, profanity
Nausea, suffering, perversion, calamity
You can’t get away

It’s not over yet
You don’t remember?
I won’t let you forget
The hatred I bestowed
Upon your neck with a fatal blow
From my teeth and my tongue
I’ve drank and swallowed, but it’s just begun
Now you are mine
I’ll keep killing you until the end of time

Surprise! you’re dead!
Ha ha! open your eyes
Surprise! you’re dead!
Guess what?
It never ends…

/Ådran

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Thursday, July 12, 2007

Washed in black…

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn

And all I taught her was everything
I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything.
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything…

I take a walk outside
I’m surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I’m spinning, oh, I’m spinning
How quick the sun can drop away

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything…

All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I’ll be…

I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life,
I know you’ll be a sun in somebody else’s sky, but why
Why, why can’t it be, why can’t it be mine

/E. Väder

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Wednesday, July 4, 2007

STHLM

Varit i hufvudstaden i ett par, 3 st, dagar…. Hälsat på Nislon och Robert, druckit massa gott, ätit massa gott, blivit lite tom i plånboken, skadad i levern och så.

Va ut å käkade och festade på måndagen, Jag och Nislon tog drickandet och ätandet vidare på Tisdag förmiddag, fortsatte gotta oss ett bra tag in på eftermiddagen och slutade kvällen med en förhandsvisning på Transformers, den va inte så bra ;) Men snygg som satan… men men… kul va det i alla fall… Lite indiskt hann vi med också, och lite Filt på Långholmen… Fina dom där…

En repa genom stadens musikaffärer idag och lite thai-tugg… sen hemfärd…

Nu vila i 2 dagar och sen Lira på CC i Gävle till helgen… Hoppas publiken är mer intresserad av musik där än de sminkade pojkarna förra lördagen hemma i stan. Get some Mojo for Gods sake!

I wonder if we’ll smile in our coffins while loved ones
Mourn the day, the absence of our faces, living, laughing,
Eyes awake. Is this too much for them to take?

Too young for ones conclusion, the lifestyle won.
Such values you taught your son. That’s how.

Look at me now.
I’m broken!
Inherit my life!

One day we all will die, a cliched fact of life. Force fed
To make us heed. Inbred to sponge our bleed. Every
Warning, a leaking rubber, a poison apple for mingled
Blood.

Too young for ones delusion the lifestyle cost
Venereal Mother embrace the los$. That’s how

Look at you now.
You’re broken!
Inherit your life!

/Wes C

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