Don't Care

Fuzziekiss & THEHOMEBOIII - Don't Care

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eyes open before i go (prod.shadow)

The air hums low with whispers of thought,
A canvas stretched, her brushlines caught.
The café buzzes, but she’s somewhere far,
Lost in a world where symbols are stars.

"What stories linger in the curve of her hand?
What secrets unfold in the lines she’s planned?"

Her brush moves slow, like a dancer’s grace,
Tracing a serpent with a human face.
The sun and moon, a union bold,
Bound by chains of silver and gold.

"What does it mean, the dragon’s tongue?
The wheel that turns where the stars are hung?"

"It’s the circle of time, the world own game,
The search for truth, for a hidden flame."

Through the twelve gates, where the riddles gleam,
A sacred path, a golden dream.
Lead to silver, silver to gold,
The right and perfect meanes unfold.

The colors shift as the story grows,
A phoenix rises where the poppy blows.
She tilts her head, the brush held tight,
"It’s the ashes reborn in the fire’s light."

"And what of the stone, the one they seek?
Does it live in this scroll, in words they speak?"

"The stone’s not found in the gold they crave,
It’s the heart that loves, the soul that’s brave."

Through the twelve gates, where the symbols play,
A sacred science to light the way.
Lead to silver, silver to gold,
The right and perfectest meanes retold.

Her eyes alight with the fire she stokes,
A story lives in the art she evokes.
The serpent coils where the eagle flies,
An ouroboros of infinite ties.

"She paints a world where the broken mend,
A map of hope, where circles end."

"Are you lost in thought, or lost in me?
The symbols speak if you choose to see."

The dragon breathes, the phoenix sings,
The cycle turns where the fire clings.
"We’re all brave, in our own way,
Turning grief to light, to find the day."

"And you, the artist, the keeper of dreams,
Show me the truth in these gilded streams."

She hands him the brush, his fingers still,
"Add your mark, wherever you will."
He draws a line, where the rivers meet,
A quiet echo, soft and sweet.

"You’ve gilded the stream with a silver gleam,
Now it’s part of our daring dream."

"Together we build what the world can’t see,
A map of hope, a legacy."

Through the twelve gates, where the secrets hide,
A sacred path where love abides.
Lead to silver, silver to gold,
The right and perfectest meanes unfold.

The brush lays down, the colors blend,
The story told, yet it won’t end.
In every mark, a piece of flame,
The right and perfectest meanes remain.

The Right and Perfectest Meanes

inside?

Yeah, Im Flexin

with me (ft. xykho)

Så lunka vi så småningom
Från Bacchi buller och tumult,
När döden ropar, Granne kom,
Ditt timglas är nu fullt.
Du Gubbe fäll din krycka ner,
Och du, du Yngling, lyd min lag,
Den skönsta Nymf som åt dig ler
Inunder armen tag.

First up, mate on the 3:12 train,
Rain on the window, steams up the pane.
Slumped in his hoodie, boots untied,
Dreams of a holiday, budget denied.
Calendar packed, phone battery dead,
But still he smiles, lifts up his head.
Life ain’t perfect, but hear what I say—
Breathe deep, love, it’s just another day.

Tycker du att dagen är för lång,
Trångt kontor och dresscode tvång
nå, välan än så hör då denna sång.
ta dig sen dito en, dito två, dito tre,
så går det lättare.

See her there, oat latte and toast,
Posting her brekkie, “I love me” post.
Ring light halo, filter glow,
Underneath it all, she’s just tryna grow.
Swaps her heels for battered flats,
Walks home alone past streetlamp splats.
Café philosophers, heart on sleeve,
Little sips of courage before she leaves.

You ever feel that weight?
Like you’re carrying sky bricks in a Tesco bag?
Same, mate. Keep walking.

Tycker du att världen känns för stor,
nå, välan så spring från storebror,
ta dig sen dito en, dito två, dito tre,
så går det lättare.

Old gent down the allotment rows,
Whispers to his tomatoes as they grow.
Wool cap, flask, Radio Wales hum,
Weather app says rain but the sun’s still come.
He lost someone once, don’t talk much,
Tends the soil with a gentle touch.
Weeds or wildflowers? Who’s to say?
All of us bloom in our own weird way.

Young lad skint, pockets all bare,
Friday pint ‘cos he still don’t care.
Mates on the WhatsApp, banter’s alive,
Takes the long route home just to survive.
Council flat lights, moon on the wall,
Swears at the stars but forgives them all.
Life ain’t golden, but still it’s bright,
Even cold chips taste good at midnight.

Tycker du att skatten är för hög,
Lön som aldrig dög, hela livet sög
nå, välan ta så chill drill, puff puff pass
ta dig sen dito en, dito två, dito tre,
så går det lättare, ser du de?

Parent at 4AM, bleary-eyed stare,
Rocking the baby, whispered prayer.
Milk-stained T-shirt, “We’re alright, yeah?”
Heartbeat lullaby fills the air.
One day they’ll grow, dance on their own,
But tonight you’re together, safe, homegrown.
Lean into the moment, don’t rush through,
Even messy love is the purest true.

Tycker du att natten är för lång,
Mata, byta, gång på gång.
nå, välan ta dig då en stund,
ta dig sen dito en, dito två, dito tre,
så hittar du tillbaka till dig själv lättare.

Säg är du nöjd? min granne säg,
Så prisa värden nu till slut;
Om vi ha en och samma väg,
Så följoms åt; drick ut.
Men först med vinet rött och vitt,
För vår Värdinna bugom oss,
Och halkom sen i graven fritt,
Vid aftonstjärnans bloss.

Song for dinner

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Vogue

The sun peeks soft through the Stockholm air,
The morning hums, the day feels rare.
She stirs in bed, her laughter breaks,
The promise of midsummer wakes.

"Up you get, my little star,
Today we’ll dance beneath skies afar."

"Papa, will it be like the stories you tell?
With flowers, music, and that maypole spell?"


Through cobbled streets, the car winds slow,
Past waters wide where sailboats glow.
They drive to Sigtuna, a town so quaint,
Where summer’s canvas the flowers paint.


"Do you see the flags, so blue and bright?"

"They’re dancing too in the midsummer light!"
"Will we make a crown, like the girls all wear?"
"We will, my love, with flowers fair."


A Midsummer’s dream, the day feels true,
With skies of gold and flowers of blue.
The maypole stands, the world aglow,
A circle of joy where love will grow.


In the meadow’s bloom, she kneels so low,
Her tiny hands make her crown to show.
Daisies and clover, a splash of green,
A crown fit for a midsummer queen.


"What’s your favorite flower, my little sun?"

"The bluebells, Papa, they’re just like fun!"
"Will it stay on while I skip and sing?"
"It’ll stay, my love—it’s held by spring."


The fiddles play as the maypole turns,
The bonfire crackles, its golden burns.
She skips and twirls, her crown held tight,
Her laughter soaring through midsummer’s light.


"Hop, hop, hop! Let’s dance, my dear,
The songs of summer drawing near!"

"Papa, what’s this word I hear them sing?"
"It means ‘together’—it’s everything."


A Midsummer’s dream, the night runs slow,
With stars that linger and moonlight’s glow.
The maypole turns, the fire alights,
A bond of love through endless nights.


As the music fades, the stars shine through,
The lake reflects the evening’s hue.
Her voice grows soft, her eyes grow wide,
"Papa, tell me more of our Swedish side."

"Your mother danced here, long ago,
With flowers bright and a heart aglow.
This place is hers, it’s yours to keep,
A midsummer bond that runs so deep."


The lake sits still as the evening falls,
The songs drift softly through forest halls.
She holds her crown as she rests her head,
Her heart still dancing, though words unsaid.


"Will we do this again next year, Papa?"

"Always, my love, it’s who we are."


Through Stockholm’s streets, the night turns cool,
The city hums like a gentle jewel.
Her flower crown rests on her lap,
A little queen in her evening nap.


"She’s my midsummer dream, my light, my guide,
A piece of the world where our hearts reside."


A Midsummer’s dream, the world feels near,
With love that lingers year by year.
The maypole turns, the stars align,
A timeless bond, forever mine.


The cabin waits, the lights burn low,
Her tiny hand still clings to glow.
The midsummer crown now rests aside,
But its magic lives where hearts abide.

"A Midsummer’s dream, my little sun,
Forever shining, our lives as one."

A Midsummer’s Dream

We believe in the power of music to reach out to others, offering solace and a sense of belonging. Our lyrics explore the complexities of life, family, philosophy, spirituality, and the myriad emotions that define our journey. Through this music, we aim to shed light on the strategies of coping, the importance of resilience, and the unwavering belief in a brighter tomorrow.

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