Thursday, October 19, 2006

Silence From You

Silence From You

Foto: brilliancy

Såg The Hidden Cameras på Debaser Medis, fast bilden är från nån annan spelning. Keyboardtjejen skrek "krossa kapitalet!" på bruten svenska. Gosh.

Music Is My Boyfriend

I found music
and he found me
I gave him some tambourine
he gave me a scream
I washed his dirty underwear
he made me toast
music filled my mug with vaseline
I gave him a choke

we could be happy
we could be free
if we don't make-out
or fall in love

I found music
and he found me
bleeding from my fingers and knees
plugged into a drum machine
nailed to my head: a tambourine
and a guitar laced to my waist
a stone cold fever:
an internal melody

guitars make me happy
drum beats make us all free
solid as a rock lover
is the music in me

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

The Youth Is Like An Evening



Var och lyssnade på Britta Persson borta på Kulturhuset precis, hon glömde Defrag My Heart.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

The Grass Doesn't Get No Greener

The Grass Doesn't Get No Greener

Hmm, mackor.

Air Pollution

I once adored a chemical reaction
her eyes were made from pieces of the moon
but now I fight the angels for a halo
she feels that she has nothing left to prove

we once owned dreams of being something useful
a sword someone would keep at their side
a friction that would spark a revolution
a radio in tune with the sky

well, we tried

now everyone can share what's left
we can share a breath
we can share the air pollution
and we can all control the sun
that's what we'll become
you'll become a resolution

oh i adore a chemical reaction
her features look just like my disguise
we see the world through identical lenses
so i never ask what's going through her mind

[...]

Monday, October 16, 2006

I've Never Been Too Good With Secrets

I've Never Been Too Good With Secrets

Foto: emma b

Börjat lyssna på Death Cab igen av nån anledning. Oh well.

We Looked Like Giants

god bless the daylight
the sugary smell of springtime
remembering when you were mine
in a still suburban town
when every thursday
I'd brave those mountain passes
and you'd skip your early classes
and we'd learn how our bodies worked

god damn the black night
with all its foul temptations
I've become what I always hated
when I was with you there
we looked like giants
in the back of my grey sub-compact
fumbling to make contact
as the others slept inside

and together there
in the shroud of frost
the mountain air began to pass
through every pane of weathered glass
and I held you closer
than anyone would ever get

[...]

Monday, October 9, 2006

He Never Thought The Rain Would Fall

He Never Thought The Rain Would Fall

Såg The Essex Green på Debaser igår, och fick en glad överraskning när Blood Music visade sig vara förband. Bilderna blev brutalt usla, men ändå. Förövrigt spelade de aldrig Everything Is Green, förmodligen deras bästa låt.

Everything Is Green

mondays I’m alone with you
it took me by surprise
I never saw that boy in you
locked behind your eyes
we’re not ready for the cut
so I’ll meet you in the rough
by the side of the creek

will you birdie, will you bogie?
it doesn’t matter much
just keep your head down, and swing right through
soon you’ll be in the cup
in the woods what will we find?
this day was made for you and I
everything is green
everything is green

[...]

Sunday, October 8, 2006

When There's Nothing Left To Burn...

When There's Nothing Left To Burn...

...you have to Set Yourself On Fire.

Det är höst ute, trots allt.

What The Snowman Learned About Love

how the heart bends
and summer she sends
a sky that refuses to die
with weeds of the sea
that wrap 'round our knees
and a sun too hot to go down
you come around
you come around
you come around

[...]

Monday, October 2, 2006

Smeared Black Ink

Smeared Black Ink

Gosh, beskåda mitt nya sängöverkast, hemligheten är IKEA-tyger och en sysslolös mamma med symaskin.


Krukväxt

Dessutom har jag införskaffat en krukväxt, vet inte vad det är för blomma, men krukan är röd, och från IKEA.

Sunday, October 1, 2006

Två Veckor Senare

Före

Före.


Efter

Efter.

Det går utför för mitt skrivbord.