"är en oäkting av adam & natten. ett svavelpustande, längtande, & fragilt lokomotiv som andas eld, ambrosia, cyanid & nanosekunder."
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Sådär lät det 07. nu har nog lokomotivet hittat sin plats på jorden, här tänker jag våga älska, älta, lida, gro i transcendens.
......kanske skriver jag lite också.
fredag 28 december 2007
smådesperat i regnet.
det här får inte hända. poems. fukk. no stars.
om inte min kärlek räcker till. är jag halv. utan daimon. no light.
åh jag skulle ringa men jag blev sjuk och allt kom i mellan förlåt. jag är tillbaka i malmö igen önskar jag hade hunnit med dig fan vad fort alla dagar bara gick ifrån mig. kram och vi ska dricka vin och bittra jag lovar. ge dig utlopp min vän.
'When the willow bends towards the end of day And twilight falls again To the funny sound that a blackbird makes Twilight falls again As no good reason remains, I'll do the same Thinking of you One day a ship comes in, one day a ship comes in But I can't say how or when But I know somewhere the ship comes in every day There is no morphine, I'm only sleeping There is no crime to dreams like this And if you could take something with you It would be right Something good From my fingertips, the cigarette throws ashes to the ground I'd stop and talk to the girls who work this street, but I got business farther down Like one long season of rain, I will remain Thinking of you One day a ship comes in From far away a ship comes in One hundred days you wait for it And you know somewhere the ship comes in every day There is no morphine, I'm only sleeping There is no crime to dreams like this And if you could take something with you It would be bright Just like something good One day a ship comes in One hundred days you wait for it Something bright Something so good One hundred days A ship comes in every day You know it's good You know it's good A ship comes in every day One day a ship comes in Its good When it's something good'
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åh jag skulle ringa men jag blev sjuk och allt kom i mellan förlåt. jag är tillbaka i malmö igen önskar jag hade hunnit med dig fan vad fort alla dagar bara gick ifrån mig. kram och vi ska dricka vin och bittra jag lovar. ge dig utlopp min vän.
'When the willow bends towards the end of day
And twilight falls again
To the funny sound that a blackbird makes
Twilight falls again
As no good reason remains, I'll do the same
Thinking of you
One day a ship comes in, one day a ship comes in
But I can't say how or when
But I know somewhere the ship comes in every day
There is no morphine, I'm only sleeping
There is no crime to dreams like this
And if you could take something with you
It would be right
Something good
From my fingertips, the cigarette throws ashes to the ground
I'd stop and talk to the girls who work this street, but I got business farther down
Like one long season of rain, I will remain
Thinking of you
One day a ship comes in
From far away a ship comes in
One hundred days you wait for it
And you know somewhere the ship comes in every day
There is no morphine, I'm only sleeping
There is no crime to dreams like this
And if you could take something with you
It would be bright
Just like something good
One day a ship comes in
One hundred days you wait for it
Something bright
Something so good
One hundred days
A ship comes in every day
You know it's good
You know it's good
A ship comes in every day
One day a ship comes in
Its good
When it's something good'
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vem skrev det du sa någon skrivit? jag hittade inte...skumt?
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