Tuesday, February 10, 2009

bee in the bottle//sinead lohan

the bee in the bottle is breaking his head i caught him today i'm going to keep him 'til he's dead no one here is watching his life the sting is in the dying baby bee is looking at me there's no air in the jar and he just can't breathe he's got no strength now to stand on his feet the sting is in the dying this is all i ever needed and it's my line this is all i ever needed and it's my line to the actor in the corner this is my line nairobi told me and i kept it in my head nairobi called me and i left here in the dead of the night we have reason to believe you've caught our only majesty we would like for you to set him free and fly away this is all i ever needed and it's my line this is all i ever needed and it's my line to the actor in the corner this is my line the bee in the bottle is shaking his head i'm sorry for the times you thought i was dead i've got no time now for suffering defeat the sting is in the dying we could all see in but he couldn't see out the bottle is in danger he's filling it with doubt it's only time before i make you mine the sting is in the dying this is all i ever needed and it's my line this is all i ever needed and it's my line to the actor in the corner this is my line

Sunday, February 01, 2009

The Pencil War

It all started with an attack from Not-labled-Liljanland (not labled referrs to the old native americans way of not owning the land they lived on but borrowing and therefore not labeling it).

Marcus, the leader of Not-labled-Liljanland, ordered the attacked on the well defensed Hojjancountry. This was of course a huge risk-taking attack, the Not-labled-Liljanland was poorly armed and had a very lacking defense, but the decision was made.

Hojjancountry was fast to defend itself, it's leader the great Hojjan ordered an attack on the weak defensed borders. The attack was a success and Not-labled-Liljanland retreated.

Soon Not-labled-Liljanland run out of ammunition and had to give up. With a whiteflag raised and their honor at the bottom the Not-labled-Liljanland signed the peacetreaty.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Supermassive black hole//Muse

Oh baby don't you know I suffer?
Oh baby can't you hear me moan?
You caught me under false pretences
How long before you let me go?

Oooh...You set my soul alight
Oooh...You set my soul alight

(oooh...You set my soul alight)
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstars sucked into the supermassive
(oooh...You set my soul alight)
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstars sucked into the supermassive

I thought I was a fool for no-one
Oh baby I'm a fool for you
You're the queen of the superficial
And how long before you tell the truth

Oooh...You set my soul alight
Oooh...You set my soul alight

(oooh...You set my soul alight)
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstars sucked into the supermassive
(oooh...You set my soul alight)
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstars sucked into the supermassive
(sucked into the supermassive)

Supermassive black hole
Supermassive black hole
Supermassive black hole
Supermassive black hole

Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstars sucked into the supermassive

Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstars sucked into the supermassive
(oooh...You set my soul alight)
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstars sucked into the supermassive
(oooh...You set my soul)
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstars sucked into the supermassive

Supermassive black hole
Supermassive black hole
Supermassive black hole
Supermassive black hole

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Januari börjar året,
Februari kommer näst,
Mars, April har knopp i håret,
Maj och Juni blommar mest,
Juli, Augusti och September
Sköna, ljuvliga framgå,
Men Oktober och November
Och December äro grå.

Sunday, January 04, 2009

A man got to do what a man got to do-
but that does not apply to a woman.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Musikhjälpen-Ehsan Noroozis dikt

Ett tag så låg hjälplösheten över mig
som en tvångströja som söver mig
Ett tag kändes det som om jag
kämpa och kämpa, men ingen behövde mig
Jag tror på kärleken, men jag har glömt hur
jag visar det
Jag tar det för givet från vissa
men andra får bevisa det.
Som om det finns rätt & fel &
vitt & svart
bara för att det finns vått & torrt &
dag & natt
Om det ändå var så enkelt
När orden inte räcker till & du jobbar
på radio... så krisar det

67 miljoner har flytt,
var var du när det hände?
Var du med & bidrog?
Vad var det du kände?
Blev du eld & lågor?
Vad var det du brände?
2008, Musikhjälpen, det var här vinden vände

Tack för ert stöd
ni har gett mig hopp om livet
Vi har tagit ett steg bort från döden
och satt kniven i hjärtat på tvivlet
Världen är vår att förändra
men förändring tar tid
och jag har all tid i världen

och jag har all tid i världen
Musikhjälpen 2008 är bara första klivet

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Decode//paramore

How can I decide whats right?
When you're clouding up my mind,
I can't win your losing fight,
All the time.

How can I ever own what's mine?
When your always taking sides,
But you wont take away my pride,
No not this time...
Not this time.

How did we get here?
I used to know you so well,
How did we get here?
I think I know how.
The truth is hiding in your eyes,
And it's hanging on your tongue,
Just boiling in my blood,
But you think that I can't see.

What kind of man that you are?
If your man at all,
I will figure this one out.
On my own...
On my own... (My thoughts you can't decode)

How did we get here?
I used to know you so well,
How did we get here?
I think I know how.

Do you see,
What we've done,
Were gonna make such fools,
Of ourselves...
Do you see,
What we've done,
Were gonna make such fools,
Of ourselves...

How did we get here
I used to know you so well
How did we get here?
I use to know you so well
I think I know...
I think I know...
There is something,
I see in you,
It might kill me,
I want it to be true.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Kiwi



Nu ska ni få höra om en kiwi, allt hon ville va att leva bus.


För varje dag som gick så blev det nya trick, vilken kivig liten kiwi.


Akta er för mig! sa lilla kiwi. Nu ska ni få se att jag kan slåss!


Då hörde man en smäll och sedan blev det gnäll, vilken kivig liten kiwi i från Kivik.


Nu så ska jag reta er! sa kiwi, och skrek en massa jättedumma ord.


'Knauspada! Pappcyckel! Klappfadd!'


Nu kan ni väl förstå vad alla tänkte då, vilken kivig liten kiwi i från Kivik.


Den kiviga kiwin från Kivik hade inte en endaste vän ,


men vänta på slutet på visan, ni har inte hört allting än! Näe!


Gissa vem som flyttade till Kivik, jo ett litet plommon i från Lund.


Det första kiwi sa va Akta dig för jag är en kivig liten kiwi i från Kivik.


Näe, det tror jag inte på, sa plommon. Du ser ut att vara söt och god.


Då tänkte kiwi tyst Va plommon verkar schysst.


Jag tror jag byter stil, jag prövar med ett smil.


Nu står de där och ler, nu finns det inte mer någon


kivig liten kiwi i från Kivik.

Russinlåten (gånglåt för russin)

Russin är så små, så små-Var försiktig, akta!
När de ska ut å gå, går de väldigt sakta.
Många russin heter Knut, andra heter Ada.
Om de kommer fram till slut blir de väldigt glada!

Thursday, November 20, 2008

And I will love until my heart it aches

And I will love until my heart it breaks

And I will love until there's nothing more to live for