You stick your head in the sunshine, don't expect the worst
All when we were young
It's just a bump in the road
He saw her as she spoke
Through the shifty yellow smoke
She said: Louie, you look bad. Are you dying?
Glorious
People always speculate, don't let it get in your way
Now, stop getting drunk, deal with it and understand exactly what it is I have chosen to express.
Must mention the new iPad. Insane. SINNES.
Sometimes the things you do, they come back at you
Old pal of mine
You got one more day
One drink to remember, another to forget
Dear redhead boy,
It is actually 12.56 pm.
But as soon as this song started playing, the daytime turned to night. It started to snow and I was on the other side of town. And I was not alone, either.
Dear Redhead Boy,
Repeat
Like I said; 23/1. 17:06.
Understand?
I know you hate it when I leave the light on
I want to go back to the autumn days
Why did you sing with me at all?
You are all so unique, which is good. But combined you are exceptional, which is outstanding.
Judging from the line you just passed you are wellknown and respected
We go blind
When we've needed to see
And it leans on me
Like a rootless tree
Once again:
How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself,
As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
To put an antic disposition on,
That you, at such times seeing me, never shall,
With arms encumber'd thus, or this headshake,
Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,
As "Well, well, we know," or "We could, an if we would,"
Or "If we list to speak," or "There be, an if they might,"
Or such ambiguous giving out, to note
That you know aught of me-this not to do,
So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear.
A rush of blood to the head
But the late rounds scared the girl
Heaven knows she thought the world of Lou
It was hard to see him swaying in the neon
Excuse me, please. One more drink.
I'm not a resident, I'm not a regular, but if I lived here this would be my favourite bar
So I played my broken song on the broken guitar. And honestly, it had never before sounded better.
Now my feet won't touch the ground
I can understand if it's hard to keep up. It's kind of like a rollercoaster in a way.
Brown skin, you know I love your brown skin
Go ahead, let your hair down
When are you gonna realise that you don't even have to try any longer?
Do what you want to.
Do you miss my smell?
And I know sometimes you want to die
But do you really feel alive without me?
Tuesday's gone
Higher and higher
Finally we reach heaven
Come back to Earth
Then we'll do it all again
It started out as a feeling, which then grew into a hope, which then turned into a quiet thought, which then turned into a quiet word
What an intense day. Must be one of the most energi- demanding days in the history of mankind. Skip all big global events, all special dates and big achievements. THIS was something new. Definitely worth it, however. Definitely.
Time is contagious, everybody's getting old
How long have I been in this storm? So overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form
Everything is just the way I want it to be. I don't quite know exactly what to say.. without going on and on trying to find the perfect words. So, I'll just stop and leave space for free interpretation.
Is he dark enough? Enough to see your light?
In a place where no one knows what we have done
So yesterday it was all upside down. But, today things were different. Today it was all just jumbled around and I could not quite grasp anything. It was all out of my control. However, the thoughts have now come to a stop and things are no longer out of reach. The pieces are placed here and there, I just need to put them together.
It's becoming something that's impossible to ignore
Someone's gotta take the lead tonight
Who is it going to be?
This is nothing new. No, no, just another phase of finding
What makes her come and what makes her stay? What makes the animal run, run away?
Because I'm crazy like the rest of us
Quand elle joue avec moi
Et je pense que je l'aime des fois
Le silence, n'ose pas dis-donc
Quand on est ensemble
Mettre les mots
Sur la petite dodo
Here's to the man with his face in the mud
No need to know what you're doing or waiting for
It's been a week of this new year. And already, I like it. I woke up pretty early this morning, but had no intention of getting up. So there I was, thinking about the past year. All caught up in my thoughts. Until, somewhere along the line I realized which months were the best.
June
August
October
December
Not that I think anyone gives a damn.
Och att dina ord i natten är det enda som når in
Your stare is like a Deer,
And it finds me, I am here.
Did you know that you have yellow in your eye?
And it's so lovely.
From a thousand miles away
I was sober.
But, I was so, so high.
It was as if someone just grabbed me,
and brought me to a higher level.
Is it me or is everything spinning? I'm wide awake, but I must be dreaming
It's one of those nights again. One of the nights when I go to bed with unsureness. So, instead I don't go to bed at all.
Because I'm losing my mind and it's driving me up the walls
3,5 hours of fun and good food with close friends.
1 hour of loneliness at a train station while panicking over a delayed train.
3 minutes of fireworks, both inside and out.
30 minutes of -11 degrees.
3 hours of sleep.
1 hour of nausea.
But hey, all in all the best 12 hours I've had in a long time.
