So This Is What The Volume Knob's For

The Mountain Goats på Debaser Slussen, lovely. Fast de glömde Dilaudid.

This Year

I broke free on a Saturday morning
I put the pedal to the floor
headed north on mills avenue
and listened to the engine roar

my broken house behind me
and good things ahead
a girl named Cathy
wants a little of my time
six cylinders underneath the hood
crashing and kicking
aha!
listen to the engine whine

i am going to make it through this year
if it kills me
i am going to make it through this year
if it kills me

i played video games in a drunken haze
i was seventeen years young
hurt my knuckles punching the machines
the taste of scotch rich on my tongue

and then Cathy showed up
and we hung out
trading swigs from a bottle
all bitter and clean
locking eyes
holding hands
twin high maintenance machines

i am going to make it through this year
if it kills me
i am going to make it though this year
if it kills me

Köpenhamn: Polina

Andra kvällen vart det pub-besök efter att ha halsat Netto-köpt Martini på vandrarhemmet.

Köpenhamn: Frukost

Goda mackor på nåt ställe som vunnit Årets Sandwich 2006, gosh.

Köpenhamn: Damien Rice

Foto: Polina

Ska lägga upp en film från konserten sen, just wait.

Köpenhamn: Bell X1

Förbandet till Damien hette Bell X1 och var rysligt bra.

Köpenhamn: Demonstration

Random ungdomar demonstrerar mot rivningen av Ungdomshuset, banderollerna lyder ungefär "NI KAN FÖRSTÖRA VÅRT HUS, MEN INTE VÅRA DRÖMMAR" och "UNGDOMSHUS SÖKES".

Köpenhamn: Vandrarhemmet

Hang-out-området på vårt vandrarhem, IKEA-soffor for the win.

Köpenhamn: Sovsalen

9-bäddars sovsal på vandrarhemmet Sleep-In-Heaven.

Köpenhamn: Tågresa

Köpenhamn: Tidig Morgon På Centralen

Tåget gick 6:20 på morgonen, hade sovit kanske 4 timmar, pepp.

Flytt Till Sickla

Nu drar jag härifrån, till en etta i Sickla. Mer på Flickr.

Förkyld + Thai + Lost

A Little Bag Of Cocaine

Såg Regina Spektor på China Teatern med Polina och Cristina. Videon ovan är Samson som blev sista låten, underbart.

Braille

she was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks
she hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god
so she names the baby Elvis
to make up for the royalty he lacked

and from then on it was turpentine and patches
from then on it was cold Campbell's from the can
they were just two jerks playing with matches
cause that's all they knew how to play

and it was raining cats and dogs out side of her window
and she knew they were destined to become
sacred road kill on the way
and she was listening to the sound of heavens shaking
thinking about puddles, puddles and mistakes

and from then on it was turpentine and patches
from then on it was cold Campbell's from the can
they were just two jerks playing with matches
cause that's all they knew how to play

Elvis never could carry a tune
she thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon
she was tracing the years with her fingers on her skin
saying why don't I begin again
with turpentine and patches
with cold Campbell's from the can
after all I'm still a jerk playing with matches
it's just that he's not around to play along
I'm still an ass hole playing with matches
blowing out my wishes blowing out my dreams
just sitting here and trying to decipher what's written in Braille upon my skin...

Hot Company

Fredrik, Simon, Jonathan.

Måne

Fullmåne över Kungshamra.

På Tunnelbanan

Påväg till skolan, eller nåt sånt.

Onsdagsindieklubb

Jag, Polina, Cristina.