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So ya
Thought ya
Might like to go to the show.
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow.
Tell me is something eluding you, sunshine?
Is this not what you expected to see?
If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes
You'll just have to claw your way through this disguise.
Iggy Pop - The Passenger
I am the passenger and I ride and I ride
I ride through the city's backsides
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, the bright and hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city's ripped backsides
And everything looks good tonight
Singing la la la la la.. lala la la, la la la la.. lala la la
etc
Get into the car
We'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city tonight
We'll see the city's ripped backsides
We'll see the bright and hollow sky
We'll see the stars that shine so bright
Stars made for us tonight
Oh, the passenger
How, how he rides
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the sign and hollow sky
He sees the stars come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
'Cause it just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and see what's mine
Singing la la la la.. lala la la [x3]
Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window side
He sees the things that he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city sleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
So let's ride and ride and ride and ride
Oh, oh, Singing la la la la lalalala
We got an iron pot glowing hot, into which we tossed coins and as they melted we poured them into rune shaped molds.
The Terror of Senator Reesor's Drive
(blog entry)
There is a killer among us,the evidence is clear. Each morning the body count grows, as hapless victims litter the yard and porch. They had no chance , so murderous and cold is the intent of the evil that stalks them in the night. I found three ...
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Another Farewell...
(blog entry)
My silence is broken by grief,
sailing down on a wave of sadness
to hear of a friend's passing
a life that ended privately
when the burdens of the world
became too much to handle
I am drowning in words
that I wish to say
but none of the...
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The Rarest of Gifts
(blog entry)
There is a place that only you and I can go, the sign on the gate says members only. The fence is built up of shared experiences, years of memories , through the thick and thin standing back to back. Where would I be without you, who would I be ...
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As Spring Arrived....
(blog entry)
Two ravens greeted me noisily from the tree across the lawn. "What news do you bring" I asked , as they regarded me from their perch. " You're old , by all rights you should be gone," they told me." Leave these games for younger men. Your knees ac...
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Before the Ice Age
(blog entry)
This was our pool
but now it is a snow bank
feet below hide memories
of grilling meat and cold beer
children giggling while they splash about
Sunny days and green leaves
wagging tails on wet dogs
it all seems so far away
in this world bur...
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Interpol - Antics
Beck - Guero
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - The Boatman's Call
Sigur Ros - Takk
Radiohead - Ok Computer
Cat Stevens - Remember
" Before you judge somebody walk a mile in their shoes, after you do who cares , you're a mile away and have their shoes....."
Billy Connolly
about me
I spend allot of time hitting people with sticks , and even more time getting hit by people with sticks. I also spend allot of time writing, painting and drawing. I beleive in honour and brotherhood through deeds , not by the flapping of mouths. You want my respect , don't tell me , show me. I got lots of solid brothers and sisters that have been with me through the thick and thin.
I get tired of people who whine about their situation real quick, you don't like your life , then change it. I beleive in a handshake , and that a persons measure can be taken by looking them in the eyes. I think everybody has the right to happiness , no matter how they choose to live their lives . I beleive in a good tall frosty pint , and a solid meal . I beleive in Karma , and that you shall receive what you put into this world, good or bad , you will get paid one way or the other.
There is a killer among us,the evidence is clear. Each morning the body count grows, as hapless victims litter the yard and porch. They had no chance , so murderous and cold is the intent of the evil that stalks them in the night. I found three victims today, laid out neatly by my front door , like some macabre trophies left there by a sick twisted mind. Little whiskers no longer twitching , their last meal likely a piece of cheese. These mice had gone to the great hole in the wall in th...
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My silence is broken by grief,
sailing down on a wave of sadness
to hear of a friend's passing
a life that ended privately
when the burdens of the world
became too much to handle
I am drowning in words
that I wish to say
but none of them could do justice
to the person you were
so I will raise a pint
I will keep the music playing
as another friend falls
to the weight of life's misfortune
Where ever you are friend
I hope you are well
and that you find
the peace that eluded...
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There is a place that only you and I can go, the sign on the gate says members only. The fence is built up of shared experiences, years of memories , through the thick and thin standing back to back. Where would I be without you, who would I be without you. I won't try to explain to others , because there is no point , I will smile knowingly , keeping what is ours inside the garden we built, where only trust and love can tread freely. That is our friendship , the rarest of gifts , a lif...
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Two ravens greeted me noisily from the tree across the lawn. "What news do you bring" I asked , as they regarded me from their perch. " You're old , by all rights you should be gone," they told me." Leave these games for younger men. Your knees ache , your back is stiff , put down the spear and the shield , look not to the promise in her eyes, go sit by the hearth where its warm, or you'll catch a chill and die , your bones turning to dust" they said. " I can not" I told them, " for it is the...
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This was our pool
but now it is a snow bank
feet below hide memories
of grilling meat and cold beer
children giggling while they splash about
Sunny days and green leaves
wagging tails on wet dogs
it all seems so far away
in this world buried in white
we sit by the fire
we drink tea and look out the window
thinking of long summer afternoons
before the Ice Age.....
Wed, January 28, 2009 - 2:14 PM
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Lou Reed
Transformer (1972)
Perfect Day
Just a perfect day,
Drink Sangria in the park,
And then later, when it gets dark,
We go home.
Just a perfect day,
Feed animals in the zoo
Then later, a movie, too,
And then home.
Oh it's such a perfect day,
I'm glad I spent it with you.
Oh such a perfect day,
You just keep me hanging on,
You just keep me hanging on.
Just a perfect day,
Problems all left alone,
Weekenders on our own.
It's such fun.
Just a perfect day,
You made me forget myself.
I thought I was someone else,
Someone good.
Oh it's such a perfect day,
I'm glad I spent it with you.
Oh such a perfect day,
You just keep me hanging on,
You just keep me hanging on.
You're going to reap just what you sow,
You're going to reap just what you sow,
You're going to reap just what you sow,
You're going to reap just what you sow...
March 31, 2007
Bjarn,
You have a very special ability to touch people's hearts with your words. You are the true warrior poet. You feel deeply and have a special love for life. But you don't take people's bull shit either! :)
I like you very, very much. I hope to see you around for a very long time. :)
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