Lenameddomfinabena

Det här är inte möjligt det voree ju för löjligt att älska en sån SLAMPA! LÖJLIGT!
Hahah förlåt! jag har haft Tolvskillingsopera-låtar på huvudet hela veckan!

Hahaha men iallafall... Var på "stadsvandring" med Emelie!! Det var as Kuligt!! Hahah, möttes i Medborgarplatsen gick Götgatan över till Slussen, som ledde till Gamla stan, som ledde till T-centralen lite Mc Donald's och därefter Djurgården
och sedan till Djurgårdsfärjan tillbaka till Slussen.. hahah! Och lite oväntat gick vi på museum, pallade inte gå hem, så vi tog oss in på Stadsmuséet! Fanns inte så mycket att titta på men det var kul att se hur rädd Emelie var för VAXDOCKOR! Hahaha! Yeah!

I Gamla Stan visade Emelie en skit skön affär som hon och Petronella hade låvat att visa mig, den heter "Colorez" och ligger intill Gudrun Sjödéns stora affär. Där fanns det jätte fina t-shirtar, old school väskor, sjalar, solglasögon, och roliga nallar & böcker... Jag hade fått en jätte fin t- shirt därifrån av Petronella i Julas, och det fanns många roliga i samma stil, några med "Banksy" tryck på också. Jag blev helt galen!! Köpte tillslut en väska för 300 och en sjal för 40! Yeah! Kunde inte motstå... :|
(Vi tog också många fina bilder på hela den fina resan men de har inte Emelie skickat till mig än... haha)     

HA HA HA HA HA EN SÅN SOM DU!! VILL VÄLL INGEN MAN HA TILL FRU?!
JO DET SKA DU FÅ SE!
JASSÅ DET SKA VI FÅ SE?!
JA, DET SKA VI FÅ SE...



Jaa! Jag har varit scenarbetare, hjälpt till med att bära stolar, soffor ,mattor fram och tillbaka på scenen, på Farsta Teater! Låter inte så kul, men det har det faktiskt varit!
Emelie (a.k.a Tiggare nr 3) som går i min skola är med i den gruppen. Hon spelar tiggare och har "cat-slikat" hår som ser ut som det inte har tvättats på åratal, plus ekligt smink och lite bölder i ansiktet! Så jävla snyggt!

Premiären var i Måndags, och det gick väll bra för att vara en första gång... Lite fel blev det här och var, men det gjorde inte så mycket...
På torsdagen var Petronella där. Hon är den som hjälper till med att sminka de stackars skådespelarna, då var det kuligare för hon kunde göra mig lite extra sällskap bakom kullisserna när teatern var igång!
Idag och igår gick jag dit direkt efter skolan, men annars fick jag skippa skoljäveln för att va där istället!! mohahaha
Men på Söndag är det slut... kul har det vart iallafall!


Ja, jag vet! jag ser ut som ett offer!!


Tiggare nr. treeeee HAHHAHA MISSFOSTER!!! YESSSS!!


-Du har syndat stort!! Försöker stjäla från en prest, va??




Gangstas Paradise



En skön affisch som hänger på väggen nere i källaren. Jadu!

This man is a genius!

Han går inte runt och leker gangster
och påstår att "the hard life" är något bra
och att pengarna föll från himelen.
Han förstår allt bakom och vet varför man hamnar där!

Han är smart, väldigt poetisk och kan musik.
Är inte en av de rappare som inte kan ett piss om poesi
och musik och påstår sig vara rappare!
Visst! I hip-hoppen är det acceptabelt att sampla,
men man ska vara mån om vad ens mor- och farföräldrar sjöng med till...



   Common

I överimorn har jag prov.
Klockan är tio på kvällen ungefär, och jag är helt död! och i morgon finns min endaste lilla dag liggande ensam i ett hörn för pluggning!
Samma dag har jag teater till klockan: KVÄLLEN!!
Dagen efter (torsdag) börjar jag klockan 08:00 och slutar halv sex. -Skolan bara jobbiga lektioner
Fredag ska jag vara med några kompisar efter skolan (något kul iallafall)
Lördag ska vi sova över hod Samsara (jag och Arantxa efter att alla har gått)
Söndag är jag "ledig" ska då på min lilla fina "lediga" tid jobba med intagningsprover och göra rester från skolan... kul

Så!
Varsågod för min lilla demostrering av de kommande dagarna!

Kom precis hem från teatern är skit trött och ska senare ikväll på nån jävla examen fest i Drååågsved!!! yeah! men har man lovat så har man :P ja måste gå fast ja är helt död! iiih 
                                                                           
                                                                                                                                                  see ya!
                                                                                 
                                                                                                       

Min kamera är fortfarande i Göteborg!!

Det är så att min bror åkte till Göteborg vid nyår, och tog med sig min kamera, SJÄLVKLART glömde den därborta och jag behöver den!! Fan det har gått mer än en månad utan att jag har kunnat fota nånting
Den jävel ska fan betala, eller så få han be sin skit kompis och skicka tillbaka den! aaaah

         I'm gonna shoot my head off...
                                                                    sooner or later!

Nu är det dax för mig att kröna bästa låtskrivaren just nu!
Och vinnaren är...
trumvirvel*
...ALEX TURNER!!!

Det finns ingen som är så genialisk just nu! alltså ungen ÄR talangfull, ni som inte tycker det  -Dra åt helvete!!

http://www.arcticmonkeys.com


(svårt att välja bland alla bra) men här har ni LÅTAR MED NÅN MENING!!
- Osmörigt, som de flesta är och bra som de flesta inte är :P


Do Me A Favour

Well the morning was complete.
There was tears on the steering wheel dripping on the seat,
Several hours or several weeks,
I'd have the cheek to say they're equally as bleak!

It's the beginning of the end, the car went up the hill,
And disappeared around the bend, ask anyone they'll tell you that.
It's these times that it tends,
The start to breaking up, to start to fall apart
Oh! hold on to your heart.

Do me a favour, break my nose!
Do me a favour, tell me to go away!
Do me a favour, stop asking questions!

She walked away, well her shoes were untied,
And the eyes were all red,
You could see that we've cried, and I watched and I waited,
'Till she was inside, forcing a smile and waving goodbye.

Curiousity becomes a heavy load,
Too heavy to hold, too heavy to hold.
Curiousity becomes a heavy load,
Too heavy to hold, will force you to be cold.

And do me a favour, and ask if you need some help!
She said, do me a favour and stop flattering yourself!
How to tear apart the ties that bind, perhaps fuck off, might be too kind,
Perhaps fuck off, might be too kind.


Mardy Bum

Now then Mardy Bum
I see your frown
And it's like looking down the barrel of a gun
And it goes off
And out come all these words
Oh there's a very pleasant side to you
A side I much prefer

It's one that laughs and jokes around
Remember cuddles in the kitchen
Yeah, to get things off the ground
And it was up, up and away
Oh, but it's right hard to remember
That on a day like today when you're all argumentative
And you've got the face on

Well now then Mardy Bum
Oh I'm in trouble again, aren't I?
I thought as much
Cause you turned over there
Pulling that silent disappointment face
The one that I can't bear

Can't we laugh and joke around
Remember cuddles in the kitchen
Yeah, to get things off the ground
And it was up, up and away
Oh, but it's right hard to remember
That on a day like today when you're all argumentative
And you've got the face on

Yeah I'm sorry I was late
Well I missed the train
And then the traffic was a state
And I can't be arsed to carry on in this debate
That reoccurs, oh when you say I don't care
Well of course I do, yeah I clearly do!

So laugh and joke around
Remember cuddles in the kitchen
Yeah, to get things off the ground
And it was up, up and away
Still it's right hard to remember
That on a day like today when you're all argumentative
And you've got the face on.


Riot Van

Up rolled the riot van
And sparked excitement in the boys
But the policemen look annoyed
Perhaps these are ones they should avoid

They got a chase last night from men with truncheon's dressed in hats
They didn't do that much wrong, still ran away though for the laugh, just for the laugh

- Please just stop talking
Because they won't find us if you do
Oh those silly boys in blue
Well they won't catch me and you

- Have you been drinking son, you don't look old enough to me
I'm sorry officer is there a certain age you're supposed to be?... nobody told me

Up rolled the riot van
And these lads just wind the coppers up
Ask why they don't catch proper crooks
Get their address and their name's took
But they couldn't care less

He got thrown in the riot van
And all the coppers kicked him in
And there was no way he could win
Just had to take it on the chin.


Cigarette Smoker Fiona

Sat at the side of the pool at one of your houses
with wet white trousers on
And worlds collide as the evening continues
The dignity fucks off

Her brother's gone off to the strippers
to make up for all the lost time
She could have been one of the bitches
but she's actually alright

(Cigarette smoker)
I'm sorry, but we're all unsure
how much you've had but
(We think that you oughta) maybe not have any more

A country home, even if we really tried
What if it's just surprises now?
And I bet your dad would like to give us all a slap
When are your parents back? d'you know?

Well I never came from no ghetto
but it wasn't nowhere near here
Well-spoken girls in stillettos
aren't something to fear

(Cigarette smoker)
I'm sorry, but we're all unsure
How much you've had but
(We think that you oughta) maybe not have any more

(Cigarette smoker)
I'm sorry, but we're all unsure
How much you've had but
(We think that you oughta) maybe not have any more

(Cigarette smoker)
Cigarette smoke doesn't hide
As well as you think
And you'd think that it oughta
Act as the perfect disguise


Plastic Tramp

He looks as if he hasn't slept,
His hair is purposely unkept.
Then he knew his people wept
When you crafted your plan.

Shadows underneath the eyes,
And everywhere the bastard lies,
My lack of proof is your disguise,
You won't remember me.

There's nothing really I can say,
I'm sorry mate and walk away.
I could be wrong unless you play your game.

It's wonderful and most unkind,
And Horrible is redefined.
I can't imagine that you'd mind at all.

You're lying again, your conscious ain't you friend.
And the only thing you are sorting out is your imagination.

lying again, your conscious ain't you friend.
And the only thing you are sorting out is your imagination.

Is he really on the street,
Desperation or deceit?
And what he's wearing on his feet will solve our mystery.

And I am baffled by how you stand there soaking it in.
Do you hide your identity where you hide your grin?
Better hide your grin

Shadows underneath the eyes,
And everywhere the bastard lies,
My lack of proof is your disguise,
You won't remember me.

There's nothing really I can say,
I'm sorry mate and walk away.
I could be wrong unless you play your game.

It's wonderful and most unkind,
And Horrible is redefined.
I can't imagine that you'd mind at all.

You're lying again, your conscious ain't you friend.
And the only thing you are sorting out is your imagination.

lying again, your conscious ain't you friend.
And the only thing you are sorting out is your imagination.


Too Much To Ask 

The smiles as she walked in the room have all turned into frowns
Am I too quick to assume that the love is no longer in bloom
The tantrums and the tears play a very different tunes to what they did before
Their heads red raw
And the end doesn't sound like the happiest around
When you sobbed before it felt much more like the product of the squabble
Now there's reason for it to be something more
And there would be
Oh its uncertain weather, the curtain has shut for good
She said "see if it's still raining but I'm not dressed for it, and if you loved me..."
And I interrupt to receive the scowl and stare
But still decided to stop her there

Would it be outrageous to say
We're either shouting or we're shagging locked in tempestuous phase
At least that's how we felt yesterday
The eyes are getting heavier
And whether you're sleep or awake, is a mistery
Would a kiss be too much to ask
When you fit me as sunday's frozen pitch fits the thermos flask
It's a pity
It just hit me we can't go back
To the chest touching on the back
 

The Nettles

Sank into their calculations and snorted on a stench
a bare arithmetic
look for the boy who was hanging his head low
more trophies and ideas
to follow their pretend.

With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
he followed with obedience and fell in the nettles.

I flew in some spiked meniscus and he bought his own rope
and skipped against the rode
did start not to find the dark lead and catch that man i hope
devices man are closed
he lost all his foot holes.

And with a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
he followed with obedience and fell in the nettles,fell in the nettles, fell in the nettles

He was a toothpick and the garlic and the cinder upon the pub
failed to blunt or hinder, a slow collapse
and clinging to the door frame he was trapped
after a reminder of where he had been

With a smile in his pocket and a scowl on his face
there was nowhere to flee
just had to tent in the nettles.

Ja kmr döda mig själv, eller åtmindstånde Petronella!! Den jäveln har hittat as sköna skor som JAG vill haaa! Och inte nog med det, nu suktar hon mig med jätte fina hoodies som hon sett & t-shirts med najsaste trycken på, men vi bestämde att vi ska gå runt o titta lite på söder o tralla (?) runt i second hand butiker, o så ska ja visa henne t-shirt store, där ja köpte min "The Rosengård"  t-tröja :D