søndag 4. september 2011

Tankespinn på ville veier

Først, noen lyrics som er verdt å få med seg!

Spare me your judgements and spare me your dreams
Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams
I sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind
Alone in the wind and the rain you left me
It's getting dark darling, too dark to see
And I'm on my knees, and your faith in shreds, it seems

Corrupted by the simple sniff of riches blown
I know you have felt much more love than you've shown
And I'm on my knees and the water creeps to my chest

But plant your hope with good seeds
Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds
Rain down, rain down on me
Look over your hills and be still
The sky above us shoots to kill
Rain down, rain down on me

But I will hold on
I will hold on hope


I begged you to hear me, there's more than flesh and bones
Let the dead bury the dead, they will come out in droves
But take the spade from my hands and fill in the holes you've made

But plant your hope with good seeds
Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds
Rain down, rain down on me

- Mumford & Sons "Thistle and weeds"


Ellers lite å si; skolen har starta, og jeg trives som plommen i egget! De 159 siste helgene har bestått av alkoholkonsumering, og jeg er nå pleased to inform at det blir Martine-kos om to uker - JAAA, gledings!

Bursdagsfeiring nummer 1 ble bedre enn bursdagsfeiring nummer 2. Fine gaver, fine folk. Folk er rare. Nok om det. Gleder meg til tirsdag, jeg!

Alle mennesker er på feil sted, merker jeg. Hvorfor må verden være så stor? Sykt kjedelig!

... jeg tror dette blogg-innlegget er skrevet i ren kjedsomhet, forresten. Jeg vet ikke om dere kan se det? Haha. I skrivende øyeblikk er det mye tankespinn (det er kanskje derfor dette innlegget er så sykt teit) og høy Paramore som gjelder. Jeg hater å ha tankespinn, det er regelrett piss.

Nevnte jeg forresten fine gaver? Jeg fikk en hjemme-hekla Triforce-lue av Marte. Jeg vet ikke om dere fikk det med dere; TRIFORCE, bitches! Jeg elsker'n, fordi den bringer min indre nerd fram i lyset, wiho! Skalle-plaster og dassbok er også awesome da.

Jeg avslutter herved tankespinnet mitt, peace and luv!

Edit!
Jeg fant noen andre lyrics som er enda mer verdt å få med seg;

I am outside
And I've been waiting for the sun
And with my wide eyes
I've seen worlds that don't belong

My mouth is dry
With words I cannot verbalize
Tell me why we live like this

Keep me safe inside
Your arms like towers
Tower over me, yeah

'Cause we are broken
What must we do to restore
Our innocence?
And oh, the promise we adored
Give us life again
'Cause we just wanna be whole

Lock the doors
'Cause I'd like to capture this voice
It came to me tonight
So everyone will have a choice

And under red lights
I'll show myself it wasn't forged
We're at war, we live like this

Keep me safe inside
Your arms like towers
Tower over me

'Cause we are broken
What must we do to restore
Our innocence?
And oh, the promise we adored
Give us life again
'Cause we just wanna be whole

Tower over me
Tower over me
And I'll take the truth at any cost

'Cause we are broken
What must we do to restore
Our innocence
And oh, the promise we adored
Give us life again
'Cause we just wanna be whole
- Paramore "We are broken"

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