lördag 29 november 2008

Playlist

Två vinare, en polare, ner sjunken soffa och musik är perfekt en lördag som denna

Playlist for the evening:
Janis Joplin - Try a little bit Harder
Rolling Stones - The Spider and the fly
Rolling Stones - I Just wanna make love to you
Queen - Somebody to love
Joy Division - Shes lost control
Jeffersson Airplane - Somebody to love
Queen - We are the champions

måndag 24 november 2008

Can you see the truth?

You that know you actully see the truth
Even thou you choose not to see

You that we look at
You that we laugh at
You whom are blind
You to who im speaking with
so close yet so far

Take of your mask are you kind
All of you people out there
That dont see
You that makes me feel bad
Cause I feel better than you

You that walk past me
You that will let your eye go down from top to toe
You that dont know life is a show
Even thou you choose not to see them both

All of you should be made to take of your masks
You that makes me use my mask
Cause I feel better than you
Just tell me one thing
Dont take life to serious
Realese your mind

All of you perople that have done that
You are the ones I should be with
Cause I dont feel better than you

Jim jammin'

I used to think alot
Nowadays im not so much of an thinker
There is thunder outside
And nobody knows me
And why im sitting here all by my self

Rainbow in the sky
Fly with me
Im so high

There are indians in the forrest
Smoking there pipes
Im singing for you
And for me tonight
As im here
My one true love smoking on my pipe

Take a walk in the park
See some children play
Come fly with me im so high
I cant stand it anymore playing this guitar

/Jim

A random evening

You ones bought us an bottle and made us drink it in an old house that used to be an horehouse. With an open fire place that looked like its not been used in some time.
We travelled later to the village

Shalom old Freind

Shalom old freind, my only true love
You will never let me down
Sometimes you might be hard to reach
But you will never let me down
Comedians makes you smile
Life makes me cry
Seems like when we are together the world is beneath us as we fly

Guitar is something you play
Murder is something you do
A tree man in the walls are laughing at you
You might be dead you might be alive
Guitar is something you play
Murder is something you do

/Victor & Jim

Little Rooms

The small room you give us
Taxes every where even now
The small room you give us
Isnt to small just when you are born

The fat man didnt reach a finger
All his power where in a pen
Breaking each and every sin
The fat man didnt even reach a finger

The small room you give us
Taxes every where even now
The small room you give us
Isnt to small just when you are born

The two most carrying people
You dont expect whats gonna happen to you
Foot steps fading
Hittin' you through and through

The small room you give us
Taxes every where even now
The small room you give us
Isnt to small just when you are born

You dont know what lays beyond the skies

I think Safari is more expensive then Maryland rapped in present paper
Hey old man called Jim my old freind you're not here
Aint that clear

What do you think of vanille compered to lemon?
But I like lemon, Jim said.
The writing just became harder thought Victor and said:

What are you doing my freind?

Jim answered emiditly:

Im writing.

Thou an evening with hardblasting music with voices in their sound
And three diffrent sort of cookies
I was thinking of so many other things,
An octupuss floating in my head almost as if he was dead.
I even dreamt away to my grandpas bold head
Hell to you my fantastic freinds!
SAY IT!
You mother atleast.
Hardcore is when poor children dies
You dont know what lays beyond the skies

Hey old man

Hey there old freind, my old freind
Can I have you sent
From the earth to the moon
Where grass is bigger than you
Can you see the light old man,
Can you see me shine?
The sun is on the other side, old man
You cant see me shine
Come fly with me to the other side
And feel filled up
I love you heaven and I can kill for you hell
Come to me little angel
I can sing for you so lovely
I can also scream at you
BE YOU! BE YOU!
Dont scream I told you
Dont scream I told you!
Dont scream to me little angel
This is just me singing a song for you,
sleep...

/Jim

The story of King Hashi

In Paramount Land where king Hashi lives, the rainbow over your head never fades.
From the morning you're born until dawn
Sun and rain is a various mixture here, thou in every man and women you'll be able to see fear.

King Hashi's guardians whom watches over the palace his living in, are big men with beard on their faces.
They walk around to many more places, raping your woman and killing your men

The King dont realizes this
all he see is his power and he mixes the smell of fear to greatness.

Outside of Paramount Land nothing is able to grow, everything outside the walls are black or dead.

And this worries Hashi because the population is overgrown and have no place to go.
Even the torture the guardians gives
Hashi picks up his greatest weapon and his assistent hands him an paper which is white

And he writes:

Tomorrow my beloved "Guardians of the King" you will be needed to slay every new born baby
of this land
/ KING HASHI

The next day everything started out normal
Except on the breakfast the guardians had
Excitment in their eyes thou they should have been sad
Eating lies for breakfast with a cup of coffea

The reason

The reason why you should change your cloth when you come home
Is why?
I think i know by now
People acts another role when you dont see
They are pigs when they're alone
And in evening
They all get stoned
Responsibility means nothing to you when you think everyone is DEAD.

Diverse

"Den som komma in, skall döden vara"

"An guardian Bulldog"

"Ingenting är slumpen"

"Den som i mörkret är kommer i mörkret falla"

"Hello roadkill would you care for a ride
and ill play a song for you
Just like a lullaby"

The ballad of Dr. Livingstone

This is the story about Dr. Livingstone
His all alone now
It all started when he was just a child
He was fat and he didnt talk to much

At the age of twelve his mother left him alone
His father had never been at home

Now Dr. Livingstone made his first freind
He was called Jack Daniels
He helped him when he was sad

Now Dr. Livingstone turned twenty
Livingstone had become a drunken medicine man
With a knife in his hand
Borrowed some money from a guy namned Joe
Then he couldnt pay him back
Dr. Livingstone almost died
This might have been one of the hardest times

The Dr. and Jack turned thirty
Livingstone cried for a year

Suddenly one day this girl came along
Nova Lee was her name
Livingstone loved her so

They opened a private hospital
Livingstone and Jack said goodbye
The firm went well until one day
When Nova Lee became pregnant
She wanted the child
Dr. Livingstone took his knife
With a few cuts he killed his wife

This all folks, is why his alone

Home

My mother, my brothers are home
My father is somewhere I dont know
Im walking the lonely road again
I've been here a million times before
Im searching for a place called hom

Walking

His walking the streets
Rain falling on his head
Thou ten minutes ago he was in his bed
Thinking about suicide again

First time he did it
He completly failed

Second time he broke his leg
Thinks about jumping down a cliff
Did it except it was to small
Woke in an hospital

Failours surrounds him everywhere he goes...

His walking the streets again
Still the rain falls on his head
The thing is his always been dead

Claim it

Walking down the road got a mountain behind
Dont be afraid to claim it
There are moments when life is hard,
Dont be afraid to clain it

I see an old blind man in a corner,
He's all out and smells like some kind of animal
Asking:
-How are you? Im your future. Dont be afraid to claim it.

/Jim

A Telephone on Silent mode

Telephone silent mode
You wonder why?
You wonder why?
I Tell you why

They fuck people from behind
Smoking kills they say
So do you

Dropped my glasses the other day
Broke to pieces
Looked like the world

All of you phony people out there
Without a heart

Go fuck yourself!
Go fuck yourself!
Go fuck yourself!

Sweet melody through my ears
floating from left to right

Get hits by a train
When I see you again
And we start all over from the begnin'

T-Shirt shivering, smelling sweet
A man dances on the table
Where the sailors sits
Focus on him almost as if
You could see hin struggeling
For survival out there in the ocean

Pathetic beings!
Pathetic beings!
Pathetic beings!

Sweat melody through my ears
Floating from left to right

Tools we all are.
Tools we all are.

Dr Livingstone

Dr. Livingstone lives an healthy life
thinks he but noone else

Hello Dr. Livingstone I wonder if you dont
mind take a look at my soul I think its broken
just one more question for you my freind
how do you put up with it?

Dr. Livingstone sais: His not like them other folks?
He enyojs being alone

I frooze for a moment tilted my head back
What was it I saw?
It was me