Dying Far Down

Dying Far Down

I drown, taking my last step
I tired if this hate
I’m not dying like a clown; I dying far down

Before you came, I had thoughts
I told myself to lie; I don’t deserve to die
Then you played and made me melt
You can’t understand just how I felt
I felt like I were alive, I wanted to survive

I gave you some gifts, to tell you this is real
But emotion’s a bitch, they’re soon revealed

I just had to tell it all, aren’t we supposed to?
I just had to let you know, that I owe you my life

Before you came, I had thoughts
I told myself to lie; I don’t deserve to die
Then you played and made me melt
You can’t understand just how I felt
I felt like I were alive, I wanted to survive

You tried to smile, but you left
You left alone, broken

I drown, taking my last step
I tired if this hate
I’m not dying like a clown; I dying far down

I’m not taking the easy way
I’ve tried to make me say that I’m okay, but I’m not

I drown, taking my last step
I tired if this hate
I’m not dying like a clown; I dying far down

Automatic Songwriting

Jeg har prøvd noe relativt nytt nå. Jeg har prøvd å skrive en sang ved å bruke ord og setninger som bare "kommer" inn i hodet mitt. Ca. 95% av den følgende sangteksten ble skrevet slik, tror kanskje en liten del av en linje kom på feil måte...
Har teksten en skjult mening? Det vet ikke jeg, jeg funderer fortsatt på tittelen...

Mistress in Charge

Correct me if I’m wrong, but don’t you hate guns?
It can hurt like hell
Who do you want to lose?
Tell me when you choose, cause that’s when you die…
Can’t say I have, I don’t know why

A murder on his feet, can’t say I know him
He stole whom he’d meet, now I’m proud
Tearless endings, he fades away in black
Fearless mirrors, attack my soul!

I don’t like to steal, he stole my everything
Can’t choose between right or wrong, no!
A tear…Dry blood
A fear, odd!
Now I feel like forgiving…

A sun she was, hidden away
Now I feel dead
Cursed by my own meanings
I don’t lie
When I call, out your name
Screaming: Why?
Why would you forgive me…?

Hate. To love
The truth, so cove-r me up, pretty bad
Cursed by my own sightings

A murder on his feet, can’t say I know him
He stole whom he’d meet, now I’m proud
Tearless endings, he fades away in black
Fearless mirrors, attack my soul!

Å ha det moro!

 -J for "kjedelig"!
 -J...? Mener du ikke---
 -J! For j*vla-f*ens-dritt-psyko-pissforbanna-korka-romvesen-i-rævva-kjedelig!!!

  Å være syk kan være synonymt med å ha det sinnsykt kjedelig. De før så påtrengelige vennene holder avstand, du må holde deg i ro, ikke kan du gå ut heller og fy f*en så kjedelig Lassie er!
Hvis du i tillegg ikke får sove av, ved ren tilfeldighet, at du har brukket høyre krageben og ligger hjelpesløs i sofaen og volumet står på høyt OG fjernkontrollen ikke funker, så må du igjennom et rent helv...ehm, kanskje jeg bør passe språkbruken?
  Så, Tv2 i 6 timer i strekk blir litt vel ille...
Jeg er bare glad det ikke var Nrk1 som stod på...da hadde jeg nok ikke hatt nok livslyst til å skrive et nytt innlegg her!

Men det finnes flere ting å kjede seg av, noen bare sitter på nettet og kjeder seg så mye at de bare skrive tilfeldige adresser i 'boksen' i nettleseren sin og håper på det beste. Kanskje du kommer frem til I-am-bored.com, eller bare Bored.com? Begge av dem er virkelige sider, bare prøv dem om du tør.

Noen tyr til videoer, spill og mye annet forskjellig dilldall på nettet for å få tiden til å gå, men hvorfor skal det være så vanskelig?
Hvis du ser et morsomt program da? Vil det bli bedre? Kanskje, men hva om det er dårlig humor denne episoden? Da går det RETT i dass!

Man få jo også få denne tiden til å gå fremover, selv om den alltid går like fort! HADDE du bare vært et annet sted, HADDE du bare vært frisk, men neida, du må sitte her. Du vet at det går dårlig når du GLEDER deg til å legge deg; så morgendagen kommer, håper den blir bedre.

Ps. Kanskje tittelen var sarkastisk, men hva så? <sarcasm>Hvem GIDDER i det hele tatt å lese om KJEDSOMHET, når det så absolutt må være KJEDELIG? </sarcasm>

Til slutt vil jeg sitere en viss mann jeg så på Tv2 i løpet av 6-timers ryttet mitt:
"Det bli'kke mere moro enn du lager sjæl!"

The Light

Pre-Notes: En liten stund siden jeg har blogget nå, hadde en liten ulykke på fjellet for noen dager siden, brakk kragebenet. Så ble det ikke bedre av at jeg fikk halsinfeksjon rett etterpå heller da, men her kommer hvertfall et nytt innlegg; håper dere liker det =)
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A light

A smile from above
Placed you here
A gentle old dove
Made you care

You found your gift, and your gift is life

But you’re nothing but a light:
Soon to be gone
Have you seen the night?
You’re carefully drawn
A sick little thing
Makes Demons sing
I wonder when you’ll hate,
When you can’t create

You’re nothing but a light
(But still you live)
You cannot even fight
(Can you forgive?)

And it’s all gone; with an angels wish to die

They gave you the blood
You crave for more
Just so they could
Make you sore

You took your gift, and you gave it away

And you’re nothing but a light:
Soon to be gone
Have you seen the night?
You’re carefully drawn
A sick little thing
Makes Demons sing
I wonder when you’ll hate,
When you can’t create

You’re nothing but a light
(But still you live)
You cannot even fight
(Can you forgive?)

And it’s all gone; with an angels wish to die

Now you kill
Your own kind
They made you ill
They made you blind

Eating Shadows

Eating Shadows

Eating shadows and haunting lives
I will not be here to survive
Falling down stairs and breaking bones
Replace my thoughts with evil clones

I’m sorry to be here now
Should I just go?
But I don’t know how, to grow

Can I taste your madness?
It’s alive
Can I feel your sadness?
I strive

Eating shadows and haunting lives
I will not be here to survive
Falling down stairs and breaking bones
Replace my thoughts with evil clones

Steal my sorrows and make me lie
Never wanted to say good-bye
Hated by me and envied by them
When I am the best that I am

I would not tell the truth
When they already sleuth
I couldn’t take the past
But still I wanted to make it last

Eating shadows and haunting lives
I will not be here to survive
Falling down stairs and breaking bones
Replace my thoughts with evil clones

Steal my sorrows and make me lie
Never wanted to say good-bye
Hated by me and envied by them
When I am the best that I am

I’m sorry to be here now
Should I just go?
But I don’t know how, to grow

Can I taste your madness?
It’s alive
Can I feel your sadness?
I strive

Eating shadows and haunting lives
I will not be here to survive
Falling down stairs and breaking bones
Replace my thoughts with evil clones