emobohemo

senaste tidens musik: eric bibb, en solig pildammsteaterdag
senaste tidens klädsel: flea market (loppis, inte märket)
senaste tidens trevligaste: malmö med max och corny
senaste tidens komik: gårkvällen
senaste tidens tragik: gårkvällen
senaste tidens impulsköp: sopsäck med kläder för 40:- och ett inkonstinträde, dålig deal
senaste tidens misslyckande: min impulsivitetsfaktor
senaste tidens lyckande: min lyckofaktor
senaste tidens matorgasm: söndagsfrukost emd hemmabakat knäckebröd med getost, grekisk yoghurt och honung, vitt te och en fruktskål vid sidan om
senaste tidens rädsla: the fear of fear
senaste tidens lifesaver: musik
senaste tidens planer: jobba, och festa, och leva, och resa
senaste tidens tråkigaste: denna dag. vad göra, vad göra? jag förväntade mig ju lera
senaste tidens snygging: konstiga brevbäraren med den konstiga flörtminen
senaste tidens låtlyrik: utan tvekan:

my rhyme ain't good just yet,
my brain and tongue just met,
and they ain't friends so far,
my words dont travel far,
they tangle in my hair,
and tend to go nowhere,
they grow right back inside,
right past my brain and eyes,
into my stomach juice,
where they dont serve much use,
no healthy calories,
nutrition values,
and I absorb back in
the words right through my skin,
they sit there fastering inside my bowels

the consonants and vowels
the consequence of sounds
the consonants and vowels
the consequence of sounds

got a soundtrack in my mind,
all the time, kids-
screamin' from too much beat up
and they don't even rhyme,
they just stand there, on a street corner,
skin tucked in
and meat side out and shot,
and i'd like to turn them down
but there ain't no knob,
wanted to picket fences
is not into picket lines,
all this hippie-shit for the 60's
and another cliché for our time. but-
what if one of these days your heart
will just stop ticking,
and they sorta just don't find you 'til your cubicle is reeking

the consonants and vowels
the consequence of sounds
the consonants and vowels
the consequence of sounds
ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ah ah

did you know that the gravedigger's still
get me stuck in the machine
even though it's a whole other daydream,
it's another town,
it's another world,
where the kids are asleep,
and the loans are paid
and the lawns are mowed.
whad'ya think,
all the gravediggers were gone?
just 'cause one song is done
there's always another one
waiting right around the bend,
till this one ends,
then it begins
squeaky clean, and it starts all over again.
the weather report keeps on
tossing and turning,
predicting and warning,
and warning and warning of,
possible leakage from news publications and,
possible leakage from news tv stations, that-
very same morning right next to her coffee
she noticed some bleeding,
and heard hollow coughing and
the national geographic
was being too graphic,
when all she ever wanted to know was the traffic,
the worlds got a nosebleed it said
and were flooding,
but we keep on cutting
the trees and the forests,
and we keep on paying those freaks on the tv,
who claim they will save us,
but want to enslave us,
and sweating like demons,
they scream through our speakers
but we leave the sound on
'cause silence is harder,
and no ones the killer,
and no ones the martyr
the world that has made us,
can no longer contain us
and profits are silent
then rotting away 'cause

the consonants and vowels
the consequence of sounds.
the consonants and vowels
the consequence of sounds.