Direktlänk till inlägg 12 april 2009
... så hjälpe mig, jag har börjat lyssna på indie-rock :/
Firewater´s texter är fullständigt omöjliga att få ut ur skallen, och märkligt passande i mp3:ans lurar när man sitter i solen på torget och äter säsongens första glass.
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I could train to be an astronaut
If I weren't afraid of heights
And you know I could be a supermodel
If you turned out all the lights
But all my days are painted grey
And I got nothing much left to say
My ambition is lying underneath the bed
Get out of my head
Get out of my head
As I said in my earlier notes, it has as of today been twenty years since the death of my uncle. Twenty long years of paranoia, fear and though suppressed by endless effort… a certain apprehension. I know in my bones that but for a mir...
My days I spend in loneliness mind-numbing Into this unlife forced by bitter fate Each day´s the same as all the ones before it No fear, no faith nor love or even hate Prime solace found in grapes so sweet, fermented Kind Bacchu...
(Som alltid: copyright C. Landgren 2012 -> ) I woke one Christmas morningand the snow fell mixed with soot,I went outside to try to seewhatever was afootWith my eyes up to the skyI saw the strangest sight;wreathéd in a cloud of steamwas S:t ...
Queer- och Critical TheoryJa, mina vänner, som ni ser håller jag mig inom samma sfär som som i diskussionen runt Asplund och hans strävan att finna betydelsen bakom fenomenen. Här tänker jag dock inte försök ta reda på vad queerteorin betyder, utan ...
I was in a spot of trouble back in 1886flat out broke in ragged clothes and shoes that´d sprung a-leakhaving run afoul of villains full of truly wicked tricksand my days lately turned into an endless hide-and-seek By the Queen condemned "a he...
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