Evil Stones

The evil stones are
jumping up and down
flying in the wind
like the TV door.

But we like to say
we love you so
running to the floor
running to the floor,

Looking at the pigs
dancing to the right
flying in the wind
as the TV beat
But we like to say
we hate you too
running to the floor
running to the floor

Here to save you
we love you
Here to save you
we love you

My daddys shoe
eating abroad
flying in the wind
to my brothers bra.

But we like to say
we love you so
running to the floor
running to the floor

The evil stones
jumping up and down
flying in the wind
like the TV door
But we like to say
we love you so
running to the floor
running to the floor,

Here to save you
we love you
Here to save you
we love you

The Martyr

Solemn despair witout a soul
I write these poems
to the sound of rock’n'roll.

With inner raging fears
I taste the falling tears.

Falling, from red swollen eyes
caused by, your artificial lies.

Fluent accusations with immense horror,
Always will I examine,
my longing sorrow.

The King

The street vendor of salvation
standing on the corner
dealing prescription ordinated quotations
to form the boring peoples opinions.
The pavement shrink
the barnyard intellectual
the redneck poet.
Constructor of thoughts
founder of ideas
teacher of dreams

Life’s still just what you do
between disapointments and pain.

Andy is not alone.

Wish You Were Here

I love you my dear
though you broke my heart
now I wonder
will we always be apart

the moments we never had
hurts my throbbing heart
and makes me sad
will we always be apart

you drive me insane
by the things you do
why are we a game
the lonely me
and the blossom
of you

you force me to chase drems
hunting down hope
yurning for the things
that will make me cope

to last a day or two
what should I do
what should I do
when all in my mind
are you

I love you my dear
’cause you woke my heart
I still wonder
why are we still apart

Naked

Hidden behind a mask
of foam
from you
from you

dwelling in a dream
of love
with you
with you

I’m buried beneath my sorrow
I am sculpted in wet hollow
I’m hidden beneath my pain.
But I’m
sculpting
myself
in vain
in vain

chasing broken truths
of lies
from you
from you

listening to the hope
of you
with me
with me

Once buried beneath the sorrow
I sculpted me in hollow
hidden beneath the pain.
But I’d
sculpted
myself
in vain
in vain
by vain

by vain

Tolkad till Svenska

under min sorg
under min smärta
skapad i svett
med ett pumpande hjärta

Grains of Ages

Games of past long gone
memories still rockin’
ages of numbers
pavements of birds
pools of hope flowing vivid
as the dope of the playin’
bore my power
to the cat of the few

grains of ages
pages and pages
gone gone gone
mondays and fridays
I lost

with grapes as sweet as milk
as the drapes kept flappin’
bringin feathers
to the rat of the dirt
Games of the past long gone
memories still rockin’
ages of numbers
pavements of birds

grains of ages
as the smell of pages
gone gone gone
flowers of birds
we sang

grains of ages
apealing pages
gone gone gone
moving back
I won

Oh Sweet Soul

I met you on a sunny day
no clouds on the sky
but my heart was grey.

You came as a breeze so warm
opened my eyes and
captured my heart so worn

Oh sweet soul
soul of a dream
you are mere one
one of a dream
you bring me lust
lust of a dream
so tough, so tough

I showed you my eyes so blue
but your eyes so brown
so much bigger than mine

but with my eyes so small
and a heart so warm
thawing a heart so cold

Oh sweet soul
soul of a dream
you are mere one
one of a dream
you bring me lust
lust of a dream
so tough, so tough

A glance at your leg so pale
burns my soul to tears
brings my feeling and fears

and with breasts so soft
and a voice of gold
we’ll always be one

Oh sweet soul
soul of a dream
you are mere one
one of a dream
you bring me lust
lust of a dream
so tough, so tough

Real Tanned

We’re going to the beach to enjoy the sun
slacking all day and having fun
looking at girls with bikinis that dazzles
drinking cold beer and building castles

exploring our minds
by licking frogs
and watching behinds
barking like dogs

I’m getting really tanned
there’s no clouds on the sky
I’m getting really tanned
it’s so warm outside
I’m getting really tanned
palm trees on the beach

Modelling girls to the left and right
having a party the very same night
salt on my hand and glass on the floor
someone screaming at me: there’s the door

lying on the beach
and loudly screaming
I want some peach!
but only dreaming

I’m getting really tanned
there’s no clouds on the sky
I’m getting really tanned
it’s so warm outside
I’m getting really tanned
palm trees on the beach

Eating cold meat left on the skewer
with the beer my braincells getting fewer
going to the shore to watch the surf
screaming really loud: I am a smurf!

running to the water
head faced down
lying there a quarter
getting a weird frown

You’re getting really tanned
there’s no clouds on the sky
You’re getting really tanned
it’s so warm outside
You’re getting really tanned
palm trees on the beach

Realm of pain

We shared the night as one
with lust, joy and fun
naked we were one
now I hope that we are done

now, please leave me be
I long to be free
All that you will gain
is my inner realm of pain.

I walk on broken streets
made from bleeding feets
Admireing the greying walls
destroyed by heavy balls

All that I can share
is dreams and falling tears
but surely you can’t bare
all my built up fears

The sweat on my back
a measure of my loss
I want to take it all back
shoving nothing less.

naked all alone
I quench the falling tear.
The end of the world,
is finally here.

Linda

The friday’s coming, Linda loves the beat
She’s going dancing, she loves the heat
The lamps so bright and flashing
her eyes so blue, big and lashing
Another drink or two in the bar
gets her mind black and moist like tar
Here it comes, the moment of the night
she gets picked up without any fright

Linda finds guys so scary
cause there so big and hairy
rather then girls so nice
they’re better than all the guys

The night passes, Linda makes her show
but in the passion, she feels so low
The next day the beat’s in her head
and for breakfast theres milk and bread
the morning paper and some tea
gets her happy and feeling free
But tonight again, another show for few
dancing prowling, getting high on brew

Linda finds guys so scary
cause there so big and hairy
rather then girls so nice
they’re better than all the guys

The weekends over, Linda’s back at go
she met some girls, nice but no no no
she played like a hero dressed in cape
she experienced it all, but a rape
An amateur in love but she’s so fit
for the game of life and wants it.
She plays the game and wants the feeling
Afterall her heart needs experienced healing.

Linda finds guys so scary
cause there so big and hairy
rather then girls so nice
they’re better than all the guys

Amber

My soul is my cave
inside it’s not bright
but you came so brave
and brought some light

I was but one
then it were you
you were but one
now, we’re two

You showed me the sun
but I loved the moon
in the darkness so fun
not a moment to soon

I was but one
then it were you
you were but one
now, we’re two

My life was a film
you turned it to a play
It will return a film
if, you don’t stay

I was but one
then it were you
you were but one
now, we’re two

Taken Apart?

It feels like a hundred years
you were close to me.
now there’s other voices
in your house
looking at pictures of you
I’m staring at the sun
in the forest,
in the hanging garden
it was just like heaven
for seventeen seconds
If you had some faith
you, the perfect girl.
The letter to Elise
written a friday in love
just a lullaby.
but boys don’t cry
even if they burn longing,
in between days
at the funeral party
for three imaginary boys.
there’s other voices
In your house.
A reflection, of the kiss,
on a night like this
feels like torture.
Did I just put my head on the door?

Golf

Who am I, I
the one with the funny smile
standing in there in the broken shoes
waiting for
the moment to come
with a half a bottle of booze
and running out of style

with the one dream
that makes me scream

Golf with the moon

Who are you, you
the one with the pleasant brew
standing there in the humble shoes
running to
a moment that passed
with a look of excuse
and waiting for the few.

still with the dream
to take a beam

Golf on the moon

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Livet är tyst här i byn,
med blicken fäst i skyn
vandrar jag runt
och runt
mellan fält, genom skog
över ås, över kulle,
minns då du mot mig log
jag ropar på Mulle.
Kollikock, kollikock
möt mig här och nu

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I�?Lm searching for the lost feeling,
lost in my mind
lost in my soul
Where is it, stuck in the ceiling?

I had it yesterday walking in the park.
Watching the birds
watching the girls
But today my mind and my soul is dark.

Where can it be, where can it be found
can I search
can I hunt
Not out there, it’s gone

En Juldikt år 2000

året 2001 närmar sig med stora steg
och i affärerna säljs det pepparkaksdeg,
saffran, glögg, russin och mandel
ja, tiden är bra för vår handel.

överallt mörker och regnet faller,
i affärerna det är kravaller.
Ingen present till far och mor
vad skall de få, ett par lackskor?

Tomten har aldrig sett på maken,
Det finns ingen snö på taken.
Det enda som syns i husen
är de tända juleljusen.

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Den gamla horan vankar av och an
gata upp och gata ner
gamla kunder horan serHon har sålt sin kropp i många år
skatten blivit till ett sår
horans ben är trötta
uppfläkta och nöttaOch bakom knuten lyssnar snuten
på den sista torskens stön
hans köpta tömning i hennes slitna kön
det är vad hon får i plågsam lönTorskens mjölke är en otäck smet
Ett resultat av kapitalismens verklighet
Realitet, realitet
Hårda ord som skär
tack gode gud för kommunismen
som vill stoppa allt dåligt
och sprida sanningen
(Hämtad från Galago nr 2 2000)