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.