heartbeat
Burn burn
sweet sweat
oh how I wish it was a little bit simpler
My muscles feels like well cooked spaghetti
weak and oddly stiff at the same time
the pain is nothing compared
to the sound my heart is making
dunk dunk dunk
pounding harder and harder
for every time i breath
all this hard work
can so easily
go away
in a heartbeat
sweet sweat
oh how I wish it was a little bit simpler
My muscles feels like well cooked spaghetti
weak and oddly stiff at the same time
the pain is nothing compared
to the sound my heart is making
dunk dunk dunk
pounding harder and harder
for every time i breath
all this hard work
can so easily
go away
in a heartbeat
jag blandar smärtstillande
Trots den känsla av tillit jag har. känner jag mig fort utanför. det sätter griller i huvudet på mig. men jag hiver en hink av vatten över elden och vänder ryggen åt mina demoner. letar efter balansen mellan kroppen och sinnet. god hälsa är inte en nödvändig förutsättning för ett bra liv.
Friend, oh how I miss you
The missing thought hides in the land down under.
Hides in the heart of a friend.
She keeps it safe in her loving embrace.
The distance keeps us a part. but her love keeps me warm.
Hides in the heart of a friend.
She keeps it safe in her loving embrace.
The distance keeps us a part. but her love keeps me warm.
The echo of my empty mind.
Money coming in, money burning up in the hands of capitalism.
Every time I open the wallet, the echo increases.
The emptiness of the system is frightening, wish I could live in Utopia.
Amongst love and solidarity. Where no-one is a stranger.
But I feel so alienated, I live in my bubble of capitalism and I find it
hard to be fair. There is not enough compassion and its easier to live
blindfolded and wandering the shops with the longing for more and more and more..
Every time I open the wallet, the echo increases.
The emptiness of the system is frightening, wish I could live in Utopia.
Amongst love and solidarity. Where no-one is a stranger.
But I feel so alienated, I live in my bubble of capitalism and I find it
hard to be fair. There is not enough compassion and its easier to live
blindfolded and wandering the shops with the longing for more and more and more..
City
The weeks passes by as always in september,
Flying by, while I'm running around,
trying my hardest to get everything done in time.
The city fumes confuses my mind.
I wander the streets in the night,
looking for the end of the month.
But glorious october is waiting in silence
to let me be dazzled by all the colours of the leaves.
Inviting me to rest in the comfort of autumn.
When everything has fallen in to place.
I left this city in agony, I'm returning with happiness.
I found that strength within, that's needed during cold city nights.
Flying by, while I'm running around,
trying my hardest to get everything done in time.
The city fumes confuses my mind.
I wander the streets in the night,
looking for the end of the month.
But glorious october is waiting in silence
to let me be dazzled by all the colours of the leaves.
Inviting me to rest in the comfort of autumn.
When everything has fallen in to place.
I left this city in agony, I'm returning with happiness.
I found that strength within, that's needed during cold city nights.
