sprawl II
tänker på dig här
och där
i sängen och
på soffan
och
överallt,
faktiskt.
du,
vil ha dig här nununu
so can you understand? why I want a daughter while I'm still young, I wanna hold her hand, and show her some beauty, before all this damage is done
DU: ska vi åka till barcelona?
JAG: bara vi?
DU: ja. vilka andra? s?
JAG: nej jag vet inte.. lova att det bara är vi som åker isåfall.
DU: klart jag lovar det.
JAG: tack
DU: vill du berätta något?
JAG: finns inget att berätta
JAG: finns inget att berätta
In the suburbs I
I learned to drive
And you told me we'd never survive
Grab your mother's keys we're leavin'
You always seemed so sure
That one day we'd be fighting
In a suburban war
Your part of town against mine
I saw you standing on the opposite shore
But by the time the first bombs fell
We were already bored
We were already, already bored
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling again
Kids wanna be so hard
But in my dreams we're still screamin' and runnin' through the yard
And all of the walls that they built in the seventies finally fall
And all of the houses they built in the seventies finally fall
Meant nothin' at all
Meant nothin' at all
It meant nothin
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling and into the night
So can you understand?
Why I want a daughter while I'm still young
I wanna hold her hand
And show her some beauty
Before all this damage is done
But if it's too much to ask, it's too much to ask
Then send me a son
Under the overpass
In the parking lot we're still waiting
It's already past
So move your feet from hot pavement and into the grass
Cause it's already past
It's already, already past
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling again
I'm movin' past the feeling
I'm movin' past the feeling
In my dreams we're still screamin'
We're still screamin'
We're still screamin'
I learned to drive
And you told me we'd never survive
Grab your mother's keys we're leavin'
You always seemed so sure
That one day we'd be fighting
In a suburban war
Your part of town against mine
I saw you standing on the opposite shore
But by the time the first bombs fell
We were already bored
We were already, already bored
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling again
Kids wanna be so hard
But in my dreams we're still screamin' and runnin' through the yard
And all of the walls that they built in the seventies finally fall
And all of the houses they built in the seventies finally fall
Meant nothin' at all
Meant nothin' at all
It meant nothin
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling and into the night
So can you understand?
Why I want a daughter while I'm still young
I wanna hold her hand
And show her some beauty
Before all this damage is done
But if it's too much to ask, it's too much to ask
Then send me a son
Under the overpass
In the parking lot we're still waiting
It's already past
So move your feet from hot pavement and into the grass
Cause it's already past
It's already, already past
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling again
I'm movin' past the feeling
I'm movin' past the feeling
In my dreams we're still screamin'
We're still screamin'
We're still screamin'
är 86% sjuk. hemma från jobbet, som jag hatar, redan, knappt ens börjat och avskyr det redan. och om jag vågar säga upp mig, om jag vågar ta mitt och gå, om jag vågar skita i det. då har jag väl ändå lyckats med något. eller var det tvärtom?
jo jag såg nina simone i parken och någon timme senare på väggen utanför dig. "hon hörde hemma här" "mm..".
(jag tycker verkligen om dig? du? hörde du?)
klockan halv sex på morgonen: jag vred på mig och gnydde eftersom det gjorde ont överallt. dina läppar smakade fortfarande whiskey. du sa att du var upprörd. för vad? för att jag slet på ett jobb som hade ihjäl min själv, som inte gav tid till någonting annat, som inte tog några bilder.
som inte tar några bilder
jag söker dig som vill dela denna med mig
jag har blivit med man, barn, scooter och hus i montmartre. barnet tycker att jag är vacker, fast mannen tycker det nog ännu mer. medan han jobbade en dag låg jag och tittade på c dans l'air och åt såna dragibus. på tvn visades dina kartor och vilken stad jag än frågar om vet du alltid var den finns.
jag tror vi har sett den här videon hundrafemtio gånger nu...
"Today I will tell you a story of a man drowned in the cold waters of the ocean after losing the one he used to love. This is the story of a man who died twice."
