søndag 21. november 2010

We Are Not For You

He stopped dead in his tracks and wasted a bottle,
'cuz the world he had entered was jamming the throttle
and severed all reason, severed all fun
'til he found himself hiding in holes on the sun.

So he took out a marker and scrabbled the sky,
with fantastic illusions beyond you and I.
He settled for less than what he had lost,
but his mind and his manner suffered the cost.

'Cuz the true victim severing reason and fun
was the man standing on the wrong side of the gun.
Believe it or not, but we are not for you.
You just think we are 'cuz you totally forgot what to do.

Helplessness or nevermind, the message is quite clear;
control the things you really want yourself to be near.
And don't ever let an imbesile or moron tell you wrong,
helplessness or nevermind, you should know where you belong.

Believe it or not, but we are not for you.
You just think we are 'cuz you totally forgot what to do.
And please understand where it is I'm coming from with this:
the last thing on her list was never ever being kissed.

So fix all your problems, and make yourself look strong,
'cuz I don't think this girl you mention's gonna wait that long...

lørdag 3. april 2010

Pasketuur

Som dere sikkert skjønner, så er ikke hytta mi så langt unna Hælvete...


Dette er Lukas. Han er en stygg hest, men en fin hund.





Diverse piktureskt...





Innbytterbenk, "litt for nært", kaldkos, hytte, gård rett oppi høgget.





(foto: Per Erik Ersvik)

søndag 28. mars 2010

Curses

Så var vi ute å drakk igjen da.
Her i Kristiansund, (faen ta) hvertfall nå for tiden,
så ender det aldri bra.

Jeg føler meg så forvirret at jeg ikke aner hva jeg skal gjøre.

Jeg treffer på folk som har betydd, og som betyr, mye for meg.
Og det ender aldri slik jeg vil det skal gjøre.
Faen altså, at jeg aldri skal ha baller nok til å si hva jeg mener.

Jeg hater meg selv.

lørdag 20. mars 2010

Du må ikke sove

Gikk gjennom noen av de seneste innleggene her...
Utrolig mye dumt. Føles det som nå hvertfall.
Ting jeg ikke kan relatere til lenger.
Merkelig hvordan slikt skjer.
Man har et øye for en ting, kan være en person,
men så, noen uker, måneder senere, så er
det ikke slik noe mer.

Noen ganger så kan jeg oppsummere meg selv
som uforståelig på mange punkter.
Noen ganger så skjønner jeg ikke meg selv.

Jeg tror jeg trenger en ny start.
Skal bli godt å komme seg vekk fra Trøndertun
og endelig begynne på livet.

søndag 24. januar 2010

Gasoline

Det fins dager hvor jeg overkjeder meg.
Og i det siste har det vært når jeg ikke er på tunet.
Her hjemme er det ikke så mye å finne på.

Sesjon skal jeg på på mandag også.
Faen, det suger.
Gleder meg til jeg kommer tilbake til tunet.


Skulle fylle på bensin på bilen isted.
Sølte brannfarlig dritt over hele meg.
Lukta godt etterpå ja, fy faen...

Kjenner på meg at bil er bra for helsa.

House is haunted, I just want to go for a ride.
Out and on, before I set this room alight.
Left alone, forever and for crimes unclear.
With my patience gone, someone take me far from here, yeah.

Burning that gasoline, yeah.
Burning that gasoline.

New day yawning, another day of solitaire.
House is honest, clearly more than I can bear.
Drag me off, before I set my world on fire.
Out and gone, the sun will never set tonight, yeah.

Burning that gasoline, yeah.
Burning that gasoline.

Now what for's,
only a can of red,
says DANGER on it
I have found another way!

Burning that gasoline, yeah.
Burning that gasoline.

Burning it all away.
Burning it all away, hey, hey hey.

fredag 1. januar 2010

Breath

I see nothing in your eyes,
and the more I see the less I like.
Is it over yet, in my head?
I know nothing of your kind,
and I won't reveal your evil mind.
Is it over yet? I can't win.

So sacrifice yourself, and let me have what's left.
I know that I can find the fire in your eyes.
I'm going all the way, get away, please.

You take the breath right out of me.
You left a hole where my heart should be.
You got to fight just to make it through,
'cause I will be the death of you.

This will be all over soon.
Pour salt into the open wound.
Is it over yet? Let me in.

So sacrifice yourself, and let me have what's left.
I know that I can find the fire in your eyes.
I'm going all the way, get away, please.

You take the breath right out of me.
You left a hole where my heart should be.
You got to fight just to make it through,
'cause I will be the death of you.

I'm waiting, I'm praying,
realize, start hating.

You take the breath right out of me.
You left a hole where my heart should be.
You got to fight just to make it through,
'cause I will be the death of you.


Breath - Breaking Benjamin

Alt er så stille for tiden.
Jeg skjønner ikke hva som gjør det.
Det føles som om det er et slags abnormt tomrom
som prøver å gjøre om alle lydene jeg opplever til et
stort, tomt intet. En tom, tung lyd.
Aner ikke hvordan jeg skal forklare den.
Det er forpult unødvendig.
Det tuller med skallen min.