vrijdag 8 december 2006
Love and life and laughter,
is all I believe.
My Saviour is pure now.
Because my lonely heart would bleed.
I never learned how to hold love,
and stay strong to love.
Now I close my eyes now.
And I'm dreamin' right where I belong.
Here we lie all alone in my dreaming.
Your eyes move my soul,
it's unbelieving.
Now you see the me,
get my feeling.
How'm I feeling!
I feel your hands, your lips, the heat of your body.
Whisper you love me.
You say you love me.
Please don't dumb it down,
and never leave me.
I'm a dreamer!
Am I a dreamer?
is all I believe.
My Saviour is pure now.
Because my lonely heart would bleed.
I never learned how to hold love,
and stay strong to love.
Now I close my eyes now.
And I'm dreamin' right where I belong.
Here we lie all alone in my dreaming.
Your eyes move my soul,
it's unbelieving.
Now you see the me,
get my feeling.
How'm I feeling!
I feel your hands, your lips, the heat of your body.
Whisper you love me.
You say you love me.
Please don't dumb it down,
and never leave me.
I'm a dreamer!
Am I a dreamer?
vrijdag 1 december 2006
It's been a long time since you went away.
I stop to think of you most every day.
With all my heart: I'm hoping you're okay,
Guess who loves you...
Somebody loves you.
I couldn't reach you by the U.S. mail.
You didn't leave a very easy trail.
I tried to telephone to no avail.
Guess who loves you, somebody loves you...
I do!
I know the matter is the game I played.
I'll never reach you any other way.
So I send this one thought to you every day.
Guess who loves you, somebody loves you...
I do!
I stop to think of you most every day.
With all my heart: I'm hoping you're okay,
Guess who loves you...
Somebody loves you.
I couldn't reach you by the U.S. mail.
You didn't leave a very easy trail.
I tried to telephone to no avail.
Guess who loves you, somebody loves you...
I do!
I know the matter is the game I played.
I'll never reach you any other way.
So I send this one thought to you every day.
Guess who loves you, somebody loves you...
I do!
vrijdag 24 november 2006
Det är nu som livet är mitt
Jag har fått en stund här på jorden
Och min längtan har fört mig hit
Det jag saknat och det jag fått
Det är ändå vägen jag valt
Min förtröstan långt bort om orden
Som har visat en liten bit
Av den himmel jag aldrig nått
Jag vill känna att jag lever
All den tid jag har ska jag leva som jag vill
Jag vill känna att jag lever
Veta att jag räcker till
Jag har aldrig glömt vem jag var
Jag har bara låtit det sova
Kanske hade jag inget val
Bara viljan att finnas kvar
Jag vill leva lycklig
För att jag är jag
Kunna vara stark och fri
Se hur natten går mot dag
Jag är här
Och mitt liv är bara mitt
Och den himmel jag trodde fanns
Ska jag hitta där nånstans
Jag vill känna att jag levt mitt liv
Jag har fått en stund här på jorden
Och min längtan har fört mig hit
Det jag saknat och det jag fått
Det är ändå vägen jag valt
Min förtröstan långt bort om orden
Som har visat en liten bit
Av den himmel jag aldrig nått
Jag vill känna att jag lever
All den tid jag har ska jag leva som jag vill
Jag vill känna att jag lever
Veta att jag räcker till
Jag har aldrig glömt vem jag var
Jag har bara låtit det sova
Kanske hade jag inget val
Bara viljan att finnas kvar
Jag vill leva lycklig
För att jag är jag
Kunna vara stark och fri
Se hur natten går mot dag
Jag är här
Och mitt liv är bara mitt
Och den himmel jag trodde fanns
Ska jag hitta där nånstans
Jag vill känna att jag levt mitt liv
vrijdag 17 november 2006
If you understand or if you don't.
If you believe or if you doubt.
There's a universal justice,
and the eyes of truth
are always watching you.
If you believe or if you doubt.
There's a universal justice,
and the eyes of truth
are always watching you.
vrijdag 10 november 2006
Ah, now I don't hardly know her.
But I think I could love her.
Crimson and clover.
Ah, when she comes walking over
Now I've been waitin' to show her.
Crimson and clover, over and over.
Yeah, my, my such a sweet thing.
I wanna do everything.
What a beautiful feeling.
Crimson and clover, over and over.
But I think I could love her.
Crimson and clover.
Ah, when she comes walking over
Now I've been waitin' to show her.
Crimson and clover, over and over.
Yeah, my, my such a sweet thing.
I wanna do everything.
What a beautiful feeling.
Crimson and clover, over and over.
vrijdag 3 november 2006
Alone in a crowd on a bus after work,
and Im dreaming.
The guy next to me has a girl in his arms.
My arms are empty.
How does it feel when the girl next to you,
says she loves you?
It seem so unfair when theres love everywhere.
But theres none for me.
Someone to take on a walk by the lake.
Lord let it be me.
Someone who's shy.
Someone who'll cry at sad movies.
I know I would die if I ever found out,
she was fooling me.
You're just a dream and as real as it seems,
I ain't that lucky.
All of my friends have a ring on their finger.
They have someone,
someone to care for them. It ain't fair.
I got no one.
The car overheated.
I called up and pleaded.
There's help on the way.
I called you collect you didn't accept.
You had nothing to say.
But if you were here with me.
I'd feel so happy I could cry.
You are so dear to me.
I just can't let you say goodbye.
and Im dreaming.
The guy next to me has a girl in his arms.
My arms are empty.
How does it feel when the girl next to you,
says she loves you?
It seem so unfair when theres love everywhere.
But theres none for me.
Someone to take on a walk by the lake.
Lord let it be me.
Someone who's shy.
Someone who'll cry at sad movies.
I know I would die if I ever found out,
she was fooling me.
You're just a dream and as real as it seems,
I ain't that lucky.
All of my friends have a ring on their finger.
They have someone,
someone to care for them. It ain't fair.
I got no one.
The car overheated.
I called up and pleaded.
There's help on the way.
I called you collect you didn't accept.
You had nothing to say.
But if you were here with me.
I'd feel so happy I could cry.
You are so dear to me.
I just can't let you say goodbye.
vrijdag 27 oktober 2006
There are places I remember.
All my life, though some have changed.
Some forever, not for better.
Some are gone and some remain.
Oh, these places had their meanings.
With lovers and friends, I still recall.
Some are dead and some are living.
In my life, I've loved them all.
But of all these friends and lovers.
There is no one, compares with ...
And these memories lose their meaning.
When I think of love, as something new.
Though I know I'll never lose affection.
For people and things that went before.
I know I'll often stop and think about them.
In my life, I've loved you more.
All my life, though some have changed.
Some forever, not for better.
Some are gone and some remain.
Oh, these places had their meanings.
With lovers and friends, I still recall.
Some are dead and some are living.
In my life, I've loved them all.
But of all these friends and lovers.
There is no one, compares with ...
And these memories lose their meaning.
When I think of love, as something new.
Though I know I'll never lose affection.
For people and things that went before.
I know I'll often stop and think about them.
In my life, I've loved you more.
vrijdag 20 oktober 2006
You ever heard that story about the little birdie? My Grandpa used to tell it to me.
There was this little birdie who didn't even know how to fly yet.
And one freezin' cold night he tumbles out of his nest and lands on the ground.
Well, he starts going "Piou! Piou! Piou!" like crazy, 'cause he's damned nearly freezing!
Lucky for him, along comes this cow, who sees him, and feels sorry for him.
So she lifts her tail... and SPLAH! Drops this steamy hot cowpie right on him!
The little birdie's nice and warm again, but still ain't happy and keeps going "Pioupiou! Pioupiou!" louder than ever!
A mean old coyote hears him and comes a'runnin'.
He reaches out a paw... pulls him out of the cowpie... brushes the dirt off him real nice... and then... swallows the birdie down in one go!
Grandpa said there was a morale there, but you had to figure it out for yourself.
There was this little birdie who didn't even know how to fly yet.
And one freezin' cold night he tumbles out of his nest and lands on the ground.
Well, he starts going "Piou! Piou! Piou!" like crazy, 'cause he's damned nearly freezing!
Lucky for him, along comes this cow, who sees him, and feels sorry for him.
So she lifts her tail... and SPLAH! Drops this steamy hot cowpie right on him!
The little birdie's nice and warm again, but still ain't happy and keeps going "Pioupiou! Pioupiou!" louder than ever!
A mean old coyote hears him and comes a'runnin'.
He reaches out a paw... pulls him out of the cowpie... brushes the dirt off him real nice... and then... swallows the birdie down in one go!
Grandpa said there was a morale there, but you had to figure it out for yourself.
vrijdag 13 oktober 2006
Arses are the human races' favourite thing.
We like them on each other.
We like them on magazine covers.
We even like them on babies.
When we're alone we like to scratch them.
When there's a fire, we like to warm them.
And who among us hasn't, in a lonely moment, reached back for a discreet fondle?
We love our arses!
When God gave us our arses he had to stick them around the back, just so that we wouldn't sit and stare at them all day.
'Cos when God made the arse he didn't say:
"Hey it's not your basic hinge, lets knock off early."
He said:
"Behold ye angels I have created the arse. Throughout the ages to come, man and woman shall grab hold of these and shout my name."
We like them on each other.
We like them on magazine covers.
We even like them on babies.
When we're alone we like to scratch them.
When there's a fire, we like to warm them.
And who among us hasn't, in a lonely moment, reached back for a discreet fondle?
We love our arses!
When God gave us our arses he had to stick them around the back, just so that we wouldn't sit and stare at them all day.
'Cos when God made the arse he didn't say:
"Hey it's not your basic hinge, lets knock off early."
He said:
"Behold ye angels I have created the arse. Throughout the ages to come, man and woman shall grab hold of these and shout my name."
vrijdag 6 oktober 2006
A winters day, in a deep and dark december.
I am alone, gazing from my window to the streets below, on a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I've built walls, a fortress deep and mighty, that none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; Friendship causes pain. It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
Dont talk of love, I've heard the words before. It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried!
I have my books and my poetry to protect me.
I am shielded in my armor, hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me!
I am a rock!
I am an island!
And a rock feels no pain...
And an island never cries...
I am alone, gazing from my window to the streets below, on a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I've built walls, a fortress deep and mighty, that none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; Friendship causes pain. It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
Dont talk of love, I've heard the words before. It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried!
I have my books and my poetry to protect me.
I am shielded in my armor, hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me!
I am a rock!
I am an island!
And a rock feels no pain...
And an island never cries...