A song

Never has an old song been more fitting than this one on this day I think.

I’ve been searching everywhere for you

Been looking everywhere

And here you are right in front of my eyes

And still I cannot reach out for you

I’ve been walking all alone for years

To spy upon your home

But now you are standing in front of me

What did I think I would see?

Touch me!

Don’t walk away

Don’t leave me!

The night is cold

And all I can see right now

Are dark streets

With no control

I’ve been calling out your name too long

Been calling out the same

And now I can see right through your mind

What did I think I would find?

Touch me!

Don’t walk away

Don’t leave me!

The night is cold

And all I can see right now

Are dark streets

With no control

Now I won’t see you

I want to be you!

Seemingly great all on your own…

Touch me!

Don’t walk away

Don’t leave me!

The night is cold

And all I can see right now

Are dark streets

With no control

Coffee and Unemployment

Hi all,
This one is from when it was no longer fun to be unemployed - typ winter (february-ish) in 2009. It goes a little smthg like this:

Waiting for the day to come

Waiting for the special one

Who will take her far away

Waiting for the special day

Never ending coffee break

Staring at the street all day

Watching life go by

While it’s hard to tell the weeks apart

It seems she don’t try

She don’t try

She don’t try

Disappointment’s the only thing

Surely left by

By her side

By her side

She could never have known

How fast meaninglessness

Becomes the world’s strongest force

Waiting for the week to end

For a phone call from a friend

For a post card in the mail

For a sign of spring – a snail!

Ever lasting coffee break

Nothing’s really happening

Yesterday was just the same

Evenings wait for mornings

And then

When the night comes

She sings a song to make her sleep

Quite pathetic

Trying to feed her dreams with this:

“Please don’t die yet

Someday your life will be of worth

To somebody

Somewhere

Now sleep and dream of

Someone who will own a horse

Someone with a castle

Where there will be one million doors

That will lead to rooms filled with

Books from floor to ceiling

(I’m sure you know the feeling)

One endless source of happiness

Endless source to dreams about

Someone who will own a horse

Someone with a castle

Where there will be one million doors

That will lead to rooms filled with

Books from floor to ceiling

(I’m sure you know the feeling)

One endless source of happiness

Endless source to dreams about

Someone who will own a horse

Someone with a castle

Where there will be one million doors”

None will lead to this

She is sure

   

The Words Disappear

Mmmkay, I did actually record a "new" (i.e. old) guitar solo on this one sometime this fall.
Still sounds like...well, me.
The soda account over at twitter has been turned into something to channel whining in norwegian through. I will try to not do the same to this blog - it will be better to leave it to die I think. Although I've got enough whining to go around for both of them.
2012 has been fucked up. 2013 will not have to include many positive elements to be a better year. However I thought nothing could be worse than 2011, so...anywaaay...Hope you all ("all"?) are ok, or ok-ish. I love you. You know I do.

PS. The chickens are dead now.