Slr meg hver gang jeg faller som regn. Jeg tro'kke det vi kaller tusenbein. Har tusenbein. Og at yestikker'n stikker meg i ynene. Hvis den vil vre slem.
Ifra vinduet. Bak gardinen. Jeg kan se hvordan hun har det. Hun kler av seg mens jeg koser meg. med vinen. Hun sminker seg p badet. Kan se hvordan hun har det.
Stemmen er fjern. den er utenfor - meg. ord har ingen betydning n. hun snakker om vret. om ville men for s la vre. jeg syns det er p tide p tide g. Hun vil forklare seg - hva.
Shimmering was she. And loveliness to see. The found her when she was three. Where she lied. . We talked within a wave. Of things we could not crave. But circumstances turn graves.
I'm waking up, I'm getting out into the daily motion. I'm placing bets, I'm rising up to meet your day. It's presentation of the perfect family expectation.
When we met we still had innocence. And we did things 'cause they made sense. Without trying hard I made it final. And we conceived our children on backseat vinyl.
Don't look around at the scenery today. 'Cuz you probably won't understand it. Don't settle down in a permanent way. 'Cuz you haven't the right to demand it.
Music : MT Lyrics : JB. Holy Hell, Death to us. Satan fell, unholy lust. Devil's Water, Starts to Flood. God is Slaughtered, drink his blood. Our Bonding, trust is at hand.
No one said we'd ever know each other. A new evidence is what we require in this world. I stand on the edge of a broken sky. And I'm looking down, don't know why.
Closer, no hesitation. Give me, all that you have. . 'Cus it's been so long, that I can't explain. And it's been so wrong, right now, so wrong. . Naked, my thoughts are creeping.
In the days of golden days. When everybody knew what they wanted. It ain't here today. . Through the times of lasting love. When parents talked of things tried and tested.
When I was just a lil' lad, or so me mammy told me. Away-haul-away, well-haul-away-joe. That if I didnt kiss the girls, me lips would go all mouldy. Away-haul-away, well-haul-away-joe.
Here we go. . Got my hands onto something I could not touch. I'm a hard charger. If you lie for your breakfast. Then you won't get lunch. I'm a hard charger.
Good to be back home in the pubs with the people that you love. And a crawl around the clubs getting high. Good to be back home all alone when you're running up the phone bill.
In 1991 I got glassed. Cousin got murdered, friend got attacked. And the house next door to ours. Got ransacked again. . But seeing is believing, hearing is receiving.
Feels like I spend my time. Making promises I can't keep.. Traveling, and there's no real end,. Five thousand miles before I can sleep.. . But when I dream, I can fly..
In my loner hour. I turn to my Twin bed for power. Like a swimming a pool even alone. It gets me wet and cool. Simple as the crow flies. That all I want Is an apple inside of my gray skies So, in my stoner hour.
im not getting the pain im due. i said i was sorry and you said i forgive you. . why dont you hate me. of all the words i could have said. i found the one that broke your heart.
knock knock at your door. its the man who loved you before. you thought i was a goner for sure. now im back and im begging for more. . but you dont believe me.
ive been thinking about architecture. and the way we would look together. i could build us a house we could make it a home. if you let me in youll never go out alone.