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JAG FÖRSTÅR MIG INTE PÅ DEM SOM INTE FÖRSTÅR SIG PÅ MIG

 

Canned Heat – Going Up the Country

Hejhej.

Det är svårt att skriva musik, i alla fall för min del. Lätt att skriva musik med någon men aldrig ensam. Jag är bra på ackordföljder, låtuppbyggnad och melodier. Då tänker väl ni på en gång, - Men jaha? Då kan du i princip göra en hel, färdig låt!? Men nej, funkar inte alltid tyvärr. Nu sitter jag och Alex och gör hårt, mycket hårt till lite gig i sommar, det går bra nu lixom. Imorgon förmodar jag att jag ska lägga diverse sånggrejjer över detta trixx vi gjort. Själv har jag 10 halvfärdiga låtar hängandes över pianot, dom behöver frisk luft lixom, komma i någon annans händer och få friska fläktar med nya ideér. Lixom, vissa av låtarna har jag suttit med i drygt 4 år nu, help please lixom. Jag gillar covers ändå, färdiga låtar som bara ligger där på pappret och bara väntar på att tolkas, tolkning... Den grejjen gillar jag. Man kan tolka allt. Konst, musik, människor, allt lixom och det är det som jag är så fascinerad över. Det är rätt fult ord hursom...

While alone, with the mind, contemplating, your thoughts unwind, mirror, mirror, who am I, can you lead me until I die. Containing secrets of desire, all those thoughts that never tire. Wander aimless, the abyss of thinking, tell me ego, am I sinking?
Slowly, slowly, withering away, this chance to be here, day to day. Like a shadow always follows, mental busyness fills the hollow. Morning, evening, persistent cycle, losing myself in this psych hell. Schizophrenic secrets keeping thoughts locked within, marry had a little lamb and its fleece was covered in sin. Puzzle pieces scattered round, discretely lost and never found. Tell me master, what’s my name, I would like a path to fame. Mr. Mind whispers, you can be recognized, just create a personality based off some lies.
Mother, mommy raised me good, said I was her charm, and got me good and ready to work the money farm. Told me I was smart, just like God intended, Mr. Priest I won’t repent, I hope you’re not offended. Daddy taught me lessons on how to be a man, just point it in a direction and devise a master plan. Fortune teller, what’s my fate, the luck has dwindled down, “today you live, tomorrow you fade, soon it will be the ground".
Social diversions converting the flock, plenty of babies to keep up the stock. Worker, worker, here is your wage, pay your bills and tidy your cage. Sugar, spice and everything nice, perfect recipes for rolling the dice. Fuck me once and then again, I like your face, I'll give it a ten. Mr. Mr. marry me please, I need a way out with monetary ease. I love you I swear, till death do us part, Mr. Warbucks lease me your heart. Misses may, I keep my mind in my belt, hold me tightly until the cards are dealt. Risk and reward but for the feeling, I’m losing now, please keep on dealing. Gamble, chances, choice and the unknown, Mr. Joker, have the seeds been sown?
Bartender sir, another beer please, helps me ignore the fear with ease. Though the temporary stigma of drunkenness fades, self-inflicted delusion also does aid. Jack be nimble and Jack be quick, but Jack couldn’t handle this type of shit. Ducking, evading, the lies with more lies, no sense of honesty to finally realize. That big brother government and society don’t care, they deceive and they cheat and they preach they are fair. Elder on the park bench, speaks of how it used to be, when humans had a notion of life for all as free. Little kiddy on the playground, innocent, smiling more, no idea of what the system has for him, in store.
Master keeper by the door, has a key in hand, silent enigmatic grin, holding to his plan. More and more, the people except, a bubble destined to break, dreaming that they may be saved from their own mistakes. So Mr. Leader in your suit, enact a law and bill, allowing all the masses to overdose on pills. Hypnotized by images of sleek and slender shape, chasing down “bed time” like promiscuous apes. I like your figure, your eyes are telling, want to connect for a temporary selling? Love, hope, and happiness, tossed around like money and war, keeps us blinded to the goals of the pretentious system hoar. Chasing, yurning acceptance, for that which is not real, the desire to be recognized, the thought you cannot feel. Social niches segregating people into personality cliches, Mr dollar and Mrs make me holler, controlling what I say.
Emotion as the ocean for which sanity floats away, drowning common sense with constant feelings which do prey. Remove the needing, remove the wanting, that which is not here, stick to life as honesty as that is always near. You can relate to this or relate to that, but relativity is not secluded, all life is connected so why are we so deluded. I will you tell you why as honesty and common sense never lie, the mind has been turned into a program for which runs itself and dies. Storing memory, images, information subjective to thought, the grid lock of mind programs always do as their taught. Given a set of input as ideological syntax, the controllers know the output, what results from our acts. The matrix is an intricate cycle of patterned mind control, how much longer will we continue the joke of our pre-destined role?

Well, it's holiday for me cause I'm a teacher. Right now I'm really tired cause I was on a fashion-party yesterday, yes I'm into that to. Weekday celebrated the collaboration with Minimarket, pretty cool with free champagne and stuff. I've reheared alot this year and have 3 gigs soon so it will be more rehersals. My nearliest gig I saw was "Anna Ternheim" on Cirkus in Stockholm. It was really cosy and nearly acoustic all-over.

SONG OF THE WEEK
It must be the song I've been into since newyear and it is "Winter tour" with Britta Persson.
Really great song with an awesome melody!

CD OF THE WEEK
This week my second favouriteband will take this place, Supertramp and the album "Supertramp" especially the song "Words Unspoken" Oh my god it¨'s so good.

Hey, new year and new things will happen. This is the year for me to start study music in some way and in some part of Sweden.  I'm going to apply for a course in like 5 schools. My new year was celebrate on Lidingö with the drummer in my band Soul Projection. We started in his house eating a great dinner and ended up 12 o'clock at Mosebacke, Söder. I've been in the studio once this month and we got done with 4 songs and it's just piano wich will be played in some songs.

Oh god I'm so tired right now cause I moved this weekend. Not so far tough but like packing all my shit I had in my room was like hell actually. All the cd's, lp's, books and dvd's I have, I just said: Think how much money I've paid for all this wich just have lied on my shelf for a year, no I've watch some musicdvd's and read some books but just think about it, it's like 100 000 of krones I've paid for all that under so many years. Now I live with my dearest friend Sarah who's have been my best friend since upper secondary school. We now live in a appartment in Hammarbyhöjden 5 min from the t-central with the metro and it have 2 rooms and ktichen, enough for us. It's pretty cramped but it's really cosy tough. My piano and Sarah writingtable is taking all the space from the livingroom, haha. We have already put the christmastree up in the livingroom and it brings so much christmasfeeling. So, now to the music...