Dear redhead boy
Like making tea and making babies,
Writing songs or making friends
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind, possessing and caressing me
So I am going forward, just like I promised. And it feels damn good. I am not over anything, but I'm above it all. This, to me, is a hundred times better.
The music's too loud and the noise from the crowd increases the chance of misinterpretation
I'd rather dance with you than talk with you,
so why don't we just move into the other room?
There's space for us to shake, and 'hey, I like this tune'.
Baby, you don't ever have to see me again
We keeping drifting apart, but we always manage to hold on to the little fragments that are left behind. And we pull so hard and force everything back into place again. I hate to say it, but my strings are now torn. Too torn for your masculine hands. I have other strings, prefectly fine strings, for other people. But I'm afraid yours are all out.
Everywhere we went just looked the same to me, the sky was blue and the grass was green
The girl with the kaleidoscope eyes
You'll come back, when it's over. No need to say goodbye.
I look up, but I don't want to go nowhere
Live as a mystery man
Sleep in a caravan
I love everybody
Don't think twice, it's alright
When I write here, I usually pretend no one is reading. Honestly, there have been days when that has occured.
I express myself in a way that would give a reader a window in, if they would know the right places to look. But, my texts here usually aren't the "So- today- I- took- the- bus- to- the- store- to- by- fries- type". However, I must say, this weekend has been one of the best in a long time. By far. Everyday had it's peaks, which I enjoyed. Be it a meeting with a new friend or a conversation with an old one. I enjoyed it very much, and gave me the opportunity to grasp things, for once. I read my horoscope the other day. "Stay calm and things will go well". I intend to do so, which would explain my sudden change of attitude towards future travels. Do you follow?
Jag vet att allt är falskt och bedrägeri, men det struntar jag i
These are the days
Dear redhead boy
I'll be the boy in your next song. I'll learn the parts and play along if you let me
Then came you, then there's you
Karma, I believe in it. Quite strongly, in fact. Today it kicked in. A few little things. Peaks of the day, if you will. And so, I embraced them, and I became rather full of joy.
Oh dear redhead boy
And how that made me feel, so sick and bored with myself
Jag är glad att du finns
Riktigt glad, faktiskt
And how that made me feel, so sick and bored with myself
Jag är glad att du finns
Riktigt glad, faktiskt
Now the sky could be blue, I don't mind
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! Your true-love's coming
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journeys end in lovers' meeting --
Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty --
Then come kiss me, Sweet-and-twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
May our minds lose the battle, may our hearts win the war
Nowadays, our encounters are rather pleasant. Comfortable and full of life. However, time and time again the mysticism returns. And I like it. It makes me curious. Excited, if you will.
Oh
You said I was a hole of desperate need
And no love in the world, not even yours, could satisfy me
There's a million people underneath the sun that can find a million more and never find the one
You sure made an impression. But oh, how I wish you had walked up to say hello. I want to say that I would recognize you anywhere, in any crowd. But, I probably would not. I only remember your smile. And that grey sweater you wore. Oh, how I wish you had walked up to say hello.
