måndag 27 juli 2009

onsdag 22 juli 2009

måndag 20 juli 2009

Den stora lögnen.


Her breath began to speak
As she stood right in front of me
The colour of her eyes
Were the colour of insanity
Crushed beneath her wave
Like a ship, I could not reach her shore
We're all just dancers on the Devil's Dance Floor

Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor

Pressed against her face
I could feel her insecurity
Her mother'd been a drunk
And her father was obscurity
But nothin' ever came
From a life that was a simple one
So pull yourself together girl
And have a little fun

Well she took me by the hand
I could see she was a fiery one
Her legs ran all the way
Up to heaven and past Avalon
Tell me somethin' girl, what it is you have in store
She said come with me now
On the Devil's Dance Floor

Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor

Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor

The apple now is sweet
Oh much sweeter than it ought to be
Another little bite
I don't think there is much hope for me
The sweat beneath her brow
Travels all the way
An' headin' south
This bleedin' heart's cryin'
Cause there's no way out

Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor

Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor

/Flogging Molly

tisdag 14 juli 2009

Nostalgi

Gammal bild sedan tiden ingen ville sitta still.

Huset


Huset

...


Dansa

lördag 4 juli 2009

...




I’ll take your brain to another dimension

I'm gonna send him to outa space, to find another race
I'm gonna send him to outa space, to find another race
I'm gonna send him to outa space, to find another race

I’ll take your brain to another dimension
I’ll take your brain to another dimension
I’ll take your brain to another dimension
Pay close attention

I’ll take your brain to another dimension
I’ll take your brain to another dimension
I’ll take your brain to another dimension
Pay close attention

I'm gonna send him to outa space, to find another race
I'm gonna send him to outa space, to find another race
I'm gonna send him to outa space, to find another race

/Prodigy

Livet på linan


Splittrad skallgångs kedja.
Olja och tusch


Mother
Tell your children not to walk my way
Tell your children not to hear my words
What they mean
What they say
Mother

Mother
Can you keep them in the dark for life
Can you hide them from the waiting world
Oh mother

Father
Gonna take you daughter out tonight
Gonna show her my world
Oh father

Not about to see your light
But if you wanna find hell with me
I can show you what its like
Till your bleeding

Not about to see your light
And if you wanna find hell with me
I can show you what its

Mother
Tell your children not to hold my hand
Tell your children not to undesrstand
Oh mother

Father
Do you wanna bang heads with me
Do you wanna feel evrything
Oh father

Not about to see your light
And if you wanna find hell with me
I can show you what its like
Till your bleeding

Not about to see your light
And if you wanna find hell with me
I can show you what its
Yea

Not about to see your light
But if you wanna find hell with me
I can show you what its like
Till your bleeding

Not about to see your light
And if you wanna find hell with me
I can show you what its like
Mother
Yea

/Danzig

Johan

Johan
Olja

fredag 3 juli 2009

Rött och Rätt.



All the leaves are brown
And the sky is gray.
I've been for a walk
On a winter's day.


I'd be safe and warm
if I was in L.A.
California dreamin'
on such a winter's day.

Stopped in to a church I passed along the way.
Well I got down on my knees
And I pretend to pray.
You know the preacher likes the cold.
He knows I'm gonna stay.
California dreamin'
on such a winter's day.


All the leaves are brown
And the sky is gray.
I've been for a walk
On a winter's day.


If I didn't tell her
I could leave today.
California dreamin' on such a winter's day,

/The Mamas and the Papas

Lite av livet.



torsdag 2 juli 2009

Sjösjukan.

Den dåliga dagen.




En man av stål

Stålmannen
Ståltråd

Mia & Minna


En värld full av sepia.






Trappa upp och trappa ner.

En grön trappa.
DosNos
Olja

Sip-it



I dont know just where Im going
But Im gonna try for the kingdom, if I can
cause it makes me feel like Im a man
When I put a spike into my vein
And Ill tell ya, things arent quite the same
When Im rushing on my run
And I feel just like jesus son
And I guess that I just dont know
And I guess that I just dont know

I have made the big decision
Im gonna try to nullify my life
cause when the blood begins to flow
When it shoots up the droppers neck
When Im closing in on death
And you cant help me not, you guys
And all you sweet girls with all your sweet silly talk
You can all go take a walk
And I guess that I just dont know
And I guess that I just dont know

I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that Id sail the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
In a sailors suit and cap
Away from the big city
Where a man can not be free
Of all of the evils of this town
And of himself, and those around
Oh, and I guess that I just dont know
Oh, and I guess that I just dont know

Heroin, be the death of me
Heroin, its my wife and its my life
Because a mainer to my vein
Leads to a center in my head
And then Im better off and dead
Because when the smack begins to flow
I really dont care anymore
About all the jim-jims in this town
And all the politicians makin crazy sounds
And everybody puttin everybody else down
And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds

cause when the smack begins to flow
Then I really dont care anymore
Ah, when the heroin is in my blood
And that blood is in my head
Then thank God that Im as good as dead
Then thank your God that Im not aware
And thank God that I just dont care
And I guess I just dont know
And I guess I just dont know

/Velvet Underground

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