existensiell livskris

There is a war in all the heads and there's a war in mine as well

And if I could explain it any better, I'm sure I would

We're in a bus and it's night, you opened up and so will I
But though I'm good with words, I've never been good with words

But all I know is there's something new this year

All I know is there's something new real near

There is a town that I live in and it's a town that favors winners

And when I win I think about when I'll next lose

I took a train that took me north

And it's the place where trees speak louder than the people

But if I have to pick that's what I'll choose

I walked along the river Ume, it chilled me out of my bones too

But a cold wind is always better than a cold voice

I am not strong enough for win city, I'll stay in to play Sin

Witty people without hearts have always had a lead on me

But all I know is there's something new this year

All I know is there's something new real near

All I know is there's something new this year

I don't know much, but there's something new coming near

I'll walk into the shop where you work, it is a shop that kills you slowly

There'll be no blood but another shirt on a hanger will still behead you

I'll lift your arm and you'll lift mine, and in a Communist state of mind

We're not worth more than anyone else but surely not worth less

Jag måste skaffa mig en plan över vad som händer i höst om inte jobb händer.... Har för mycket tid att tänka

En vecka kvar (i lördags alltså)

Somebody ordered too many drinks last night
Somebody reckoned dancing on the bar's all right
Somebody woke up next to someone else, thinking
Some people thought about killing off themselves

Oh, Lord! Forgive me them Saturday nights
They'll make you do things you'll regret for the rest of your life
And Lord! Forbid them glimmering Saturday lights
And tell me I am not me on Saturday nights

Who was that girl who shouted “This one's on me!”?
Who was that girl who dropped her drink on a celebrity?
Who was that girl who fell asleep under a tree, singing
Who was that girl, I know for sure it wasn't me

Somebody promised she would stay in the next week
Somebody dropped out of the house just to take a peak and
Somebody reckoned well just one drink that'll do
Somebody's evil twin said: well, let's make it two

Möhippa i lördags, en fantastiskt rolig dag och en förtrollad dag (och inga regrets) =)
Bilder kan ni hitta på http://joannaj.webblogg.se/ och nu är det mindre än en vecka kvar till bröllopet....

Jag tror att imogon blir en bättre dag...

Ingenting, ingenting i min kalender idag
Inga vänner kvar
23 bor i andra hand och har inge kul borde ta mig ut
stackars mig ingen bryr sig om lilla jag
jag vill höra någon säga mig
att imorn blir en bättre dag

Som i en gammal sång
som spelar på min grammofon
vill höra samma sång
där allt blir bra imorn
Fredagkväll, sitter ensam på en öde perrong
nynnar samma sång
plus tjugotvå
röker fyra cigaretter i rad, inget gör mig glad
orkar inte längre vänta på
att imorn blir en bättre dag

Det är bara repetition, repetition, repetition jämt
för jag gör ingenting i flera dagar
flummar, somnar om och vaknar medan andra går till sängs

Har en bra känsla inför morgondagen, den börjar med ett intervallpass och sedan bör det av mot nya äventyr, tell U all about it later =)

En tur hem till...

...a tiny, tiny northern Swedish country town
two acres of field and a gas station
riding on my moped, looking for fun
staring into the blood red sun
on the country road is a boulevard
with neon lights and night open bars
in my jacket a pack of playing cards
just jacks, jokers, and the queen of hearts
my heart is beating, beating like Ringo
as I pull into the drive-in bingo

why do the people in the country wanna look like the people in the city?
when the people in the city aren't the slightest pretty
I want the people in the country to wear flannel shirts and saggy jeans all covered in dirt
I want the people in the country to be open and kind
but most times I've met those with a narrow mind
with a big black dog to bite your behind
if they ever find out you're not one of their kind
all these thoughts as I open up a zingo
Friday night at the drive-in bingo

so this is what they do out here for fun?
they play bingo and let their engines run?
tonight's jackpot is a pig, hey that's criminal!

I'm gonna gather up a few of my friends
as many fits into an army tent
just bring our savings and a bottle of wine
to the wednesday night's reversal of time!
this little north-west village shouldn't cost that much
maybe a handful of silver or a hundred bucks
we could have wild wild parties in that big old lodge and the windmill's perfect for movies and such

we could fake our deaths to get insurance money and take on hippie names
I'd be Snowphish, you'd be Sunny, we could start a little farm with little white bunnies
just cause watching them copulate is very funny
there's a cow and an ostrich just waiting for you!
a glass of apple cider just waiting for you!
the smell of 1952 just waiting for you!
and all I'm doing here is just waiting for you...
a daydream, I'm caught up in limbo
Friday night at the drive-in bingo

Var hemma onsdag och torsdag och hann med att köpa ryggsäck och nya solisar och träffa Jo för en helkväll, träna och plugga lite. Lite hann jag också hjälpa mamma och pappa med altanen. Jag lämnade Kent hemma då jag ska jobba så mycket nu, så jag tänkte att han har det bättre hemma där han får vara ute och uppmärksammad hela dagarna =)