Deck The Halls

god jul på er

nu bär det av till akalla för finöl, julskinka, hemgjord rostbiff och karl bertil

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Dagens Låt

The Pogues - Fairytale Of New York

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you

Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone

Suck

I söndags morse stack hanna till jansjö (mitt i skogen, far far way) för att fira jul med släkt och familj. Hon blir borta i en vecka och jag blir återigen painstakingly aware of hur jävla tråkigt de e å va ensam. Ingen självdisciplin har jag heller, spenderade natten mellan söndag och måndag framför manager league istället för att sova, va inte helt hundra i huvet på jobbet igår, men med red bulls hjälp undvek jag att dränka folk eller köra in i saker. Åkte sen och köpte nitton finöl för fekmhundrasomething spänn och en två kilos rostbiff som jag ska rosta till jul. Sen satt jag och glodde på angel tills jag vaknade i soffan mitt i natten och gick och la mej. Nu är jag helt wasted och kommer troligen slumra under musik-dvd night med annica och kanske karro. förlåt i försprång om jag snarkar.

Mörkrädd är jag tydligen oxå när jag är ensam. När jag gick och la mej i natt hade jag skitsvårt att somna trots att jag var trött som en struts. Va tvungen att gå upp flera gånger och undersöka märkliga ljud innan jag tillslut sussade in och drömde mardrömmar.

Som socker på moset kan jag heller inte gå och lägga mej nu, istället måste jag städa de här hellhålet we call home, kul.

jäjä

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Nougatmunkarna på Hemköp i Rissne är to die for

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Dags för another red bull, tur att jag köpte åtta igår

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Inte får man dricka heller, måste köra bil sen

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Är tokigt hårig nu, som bilden ovan visar. Men efter jul ryker de nog, jag hatar å ha hår

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Första julskinkan i akalla ikväll, woho! Knäckebröd med varm julskinka och västervikssenap med julmust till är fan bomben

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Planerar nån form av lista över året som gått, så kom tillbaka och lär er vad ni ska tycka om

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Dagens låt skrev jag själv förra gången hanna lämnade mej, då för två veckors arbete i spanien

Liquid Kisses

It's been raining now for ten straight days
My mind's turned old and gray
I've aged about a hundred years
Since the day you went astray
Outside my windown kids are playing
Burning up the day
I'm sitting here with liquid kisses
Drinkin' my days away

I miss you
I love you
Like a man bereft of breath
I want you
I need you
Like a man possesed
You saved me
You made
The man I am today
Like tears
Of a phoenix
You made them go away

I don't want to go to sleep
'Cause I don't want to wake
Without your features by my side
It's more than I can take
Each morning is a living hell
Each smile I give is fake
Each step out from the bottle
Is one more'n I can make

I miss you
I love you
Like sunshine after rain
I want you
I need you
You cancel out the pain
You saved me
You made me
I Owe my life to you
Like a stray dog
In winter
I'm cold, alone and blue

Career day (spin the bottle)

well I remember it vividly
it was my first day of school
I was barely seven years old
it just so happened
we had a substitute teacher
the original was out with a cold
in an atempt to get us
to know eachother
the teacher suggested a game
and he gathered a bottle
from a shelf on the wall
and he emptied it out in the drain
the he sat us all down
in a big old cirlce
and he started explaining the rules
said i'm gonna spin this bottle
around and around
and whom ever the bottle may choose
must stand up in front
of the rest of the class
and tell us his future plans
what do you wanna do
when you're old
if you only had the chance?
well he laid that bottle
square on the floor
and he gave it a mighty twirl
we all stared at it
in silent amazement
as it honed in on this really pretty girl
legs shaking
she stood up and said
I'm dreaming of beeing in a quire
this other guy proclaimed
he wanted to be a fireman
and save people from fires
around and around
that old bottle went
picking out future careers
until it finally came
to a rest upon me
and I stood up and faced all my fears

I sang

when I grow up I wanna be evil
when I grow up I wanna be mean to animals
when I grow up I wanna be Fritzl
when I grow up I wanna be just like Hannibal
when I grow up I wanna beat women
when I grow up I wanna be ultra-violent
when I grow up I wanna eat children
when I grow up I wanna be so malevolent

well I'm glad to say
that as the years went buy
my desires and wishes matured
and after ten years of therapy
the doctors proclaimed
I was finally and fully cured
so the day came
that I'd been longing for
when the asylum was gonna set me free
and as a special surprise
and a final gift
they did something special for me
from a shelf on the wall
they gathered a bottle
of heavily sedative pills
and they sat all the loonies
in a big old circle
and questioned us all bout our thrills
what do you wanna do
when you get out of here
with a future so bright and so strong
well the bottle began
it's old spinning routine
it made me wanna burst out in song
clenching my fists
I eagerly awaited
my chance to set the record straight
to clear my reputation
and get a new chance at life
to declare my will to be great
but first there was Willie
and old Howling Pete
howling bout the cuckoo's nest
well they had to sedate
that old friend of mine
they needed to run some tests
when the game started over
and the humming commenced
the bottle came to rest upon me
I stood up and cleared
my rusty old throat
I was as happy as happy can be

I sang

when I get out I wanna do torture
when I get out I wanna be just like my old man
when I get out I wanna reign terror
when I get out I wanna be leader of the clan
when I get out I wanna build A-bombs
when I get out I wanna bomb half a continent
when I get out I wanna fight terror
when I get out I wanna be elected president

so they set me free
on the streets of texas
said it's sure been a pleasure George
be sure to send our
love and respect
to that lovely father of yours
so no I'm in office
atleast for a while
and I've learned my lessons well
at my desk in the whitehouse
I keep an old bottle
condemning poor people to hell

I Hate To Say I Toadaso, But I Fucking Toadaso

Aaaaaah

Precis tillbaka från en fyra månaders bloggsemester. Jag har haft tusentals saker att skriva om och förgylla era liv med, så jag tänkte att de va lika bra att skita i att skriva. Nää... har inte hänt nåt speciellt, samma gamla, och jag har tydlige inte självdisciplin nog att berätta för folk på internet att jag har ont i ryggen den här morgonen oxå, att jag tycker arbete är tråkigt, att jag har tagit sju raka premier leaugetitlar i Football Manager (jo, jag fuskar så mycket jag kan) osv.

Men kan hända att jag kommer igång nu och delar med mej av mina små insikter, den som lever får se. Titta in i morgon vet jag och kolla om mitt arsle är ur vagnen.

nu, lite selfpromotion.. eller.. ja, en ny text jag har skrivit som jag är rätt nöjd med

Pieces Of Me

I've got my dukes up, man
I'm ready to rumble
I'm running headfirst in to mountains
And the mountains crumble
I fight the good fight, babe
But it's a loosing battle
I can feel no roll
just a shake and a rattle
I've got my eyes on the ball
But I surely will fumble
I walk a tight rope, baby
But you know I might stumble

I'm not strong

I've taken a fall
I've been wrecked and ran over
I've failes to stand tall
I have bowed to the breeze
You can take what you want
You can rummage the wreckage
You can do what you want
with these pieces of me

I'm on the highway, baby
With my eyes shut tight
A thousand miles an hour
Straight in to the night
Can't fight temptation, baby
It's an unstoppable force
I've got my demons, darlin'
As I'm sure you've got yours
I've got my dukes up, man
But I'm not ready to rumble
Don't walk no tight rope, babe
I have already stumbled

I'm not strong

I've tried so hard baby
But it's tough to stay clean
When your mind's full of venom
And Slaughterhouse scenes
You see, it's never enough
It's the same thing all over
The immovable objects
Just shatter like dreams

I'm here to tell you even brave hearts break
I'm here to tell you there's just so much you can take
I'm here to tell you all it takes is a snake
In the garden of Eden
To shun paradise

I've taken a fall
I've been wrecked and ran over
I've failes to stand tall
I have bowed to the breeze
I've tried so hard baby
But it's tough to stay clean
When your mind's full of venom
And Slaughterhouse scenes

You see, it's never enough
It's the same thing all over
The immovable objects
Just shatter like dreams
You can take what you want
You can rummage the wreckage
You can do what you want
with these pieces of me