She was a dark, tall woman with bones and muscles like a man.

Mccullers

Be a happy man

Make your own bed
Mason says
Clean up the dirt from your floor

Eyes forward maggots 

Brush your teeth and use dental floss
Mason says, 
Polish your shoes before you leave home
Don’t eat straight from a tin can
Mason says, 
Straighten your posture, walk like a man

Eyes forward maggots 

Mason says, Mason says

Don’t tourist your own youth 
It’s nothing there, 
but you have to choose

Mason says

This mummy was asleep in Liverpool. What is he dreaming of?

Sleep

I’m working on a new dream
Measure angles and gaps
It’s always one man in my team
The others use notes and maps

But every night at the height of my dream
A tiny dark figure appears and says
I refuse

Construction is gambling 
Too weak too thick 
I Gather wood when I’m rambling 
I consider every stick

I’ve got hammer and nails
Yardstick and a Japanese saw
I’ve bought a few ales
Some hamburgers an coleslaw 

But every night at the height of my dream
A tiny dark figure appears and says
-It is my obligation to refuse this dream

What does this stand for?
This dreaming is so real
Can someone show me a back door?
Can you offer me a deal

But every night at the height of my dream
A tiny dark figure appears and says
I refuse

I refuse

Sound advice: Jack


It was a boat
A sailing thing
Sun pouring down
A wish to escape
As far away from the hectic town

Smiling faces, white teeth everywhere 
No time for contemplation 
But the darkness I remember
Destination towards November 

Flowers and warmth, it does mean lot
Sipping drinks in the evening
Stars and a half moon, a confusing spot
But I’m only happy when I’m sleeping

I’m a bit of a liar
But I wouldn’t lie to you
I speak out of my heart and desire
Out of wood and glue (under the surface everything’s new)

Summer Never Ends

Sound advice: Jack


He’s quite useless
Not much of a catch
Like a big smile, toothless
For you he’s no great match

But if the scene could be different 
And if our minds would reset
If we Ignore the raging current
Could it be much of a threat 

Many miles in his worn out shoes
Doing this, doing that. Doing what he’s been told
I think he’s looking for clues
But he ain’t got silver nor gold

Stick
If he point out a spot
Showing something you haven’t got
Kindly offer you a cup of tea
Would you share a short time with me

He’s not much of a threat

Onside:offside

It’s my second cup of coffee alright 
Gazing through the window on the street
Lonely people walking by and by
No one I will ever know or meet

Then sudden came a shower
Like some kind of choir
A heavenly desire
I was happy to be inside
Like a footballer onside
Like a prisoner spending time

Forgotten dreams and angry words brought me here
It’s not the way I act but the way I think
The next table are some teenage spin
Milkshake, Coca Cola, hot drinks

Then sudden came a shower
Like some kind of choir
A heavenly desire
I was happy to be inside
Like a footballer onside
Like a prisoner spending time

A bright new day and colours on the screen
Me and my best friend walking down the road
Heading for the park
In a lazy mood
Bought a coke
Had a zip
Then my hand slide

I grab my coat, I think it’s time to leave
Been sitting here for quite a while
No one misses me, I’m really free
Freedom has has in a way captured me

Then sudden came a shower
Like some kind of choir
A heavenly desire
But now I was on the outside 
Like a footballer offside
Like a prisoner running wild
Then my hand slide

Onside:offside

In black and white
But the tone is right
You explain something to me
From a dusty book
That inspired look
So relaxed, so free

Where is this place?
I’m longing to see
Who is this face?
Brings love over me

It’s Tuesday noon
The rain starts soon 
I’m walking the street
Is this the way?
I cannot say
It’s concrete under my feet

Is it true that you lie?
Do you sell or buy
What currency do I need?
Another broken dream
A flash and a scream
This mouth you have to feed


Think I’m close to it
Maybe I’m dreaming a bit
This picture pushes my mind
Fact or fiction 
It is my addiction
Don’t tell me what I will find

Where is this place?

Longing 

The things you wrote 
The gently way
Did comfort my soul

The clever thoughts
That wisdom cause
The fear I could control

But These days are gone 
I’m on my own
In public or at home

Cursing myself
There’s no one else
This body is my own

I’m longing 

But better times
Maybe in spring
Will appear
The days get longer
I pack my bag 
Slowly away from fear

I’m longing

Longing

Detroit

Écoutez maintenant, vous de la maison de David. N'est-il pas suffisant de fatiguer les gens ? Vas-tu aussi fatiguer mon Dieu ? 

De même que beaucoup ont été étonnés par vous, de même son apparence sera plus corrompue que celle des hommes, et sa forme plus que celle des enfants d'Adam.

Allez à Détroit!

Detroit

Gary and James 
Jumped on a train
They wanted to escape
The pouring rain

Ran from school
Ran from mum
The guilt and the anger
Afraid of what they become

The train slowly left the station

Didn’t mean to
Didn’t mean to
They looked at each other 
But no one cares no one bother

The train slowly left the station away from the peril

But deep inside something grew
A bigger plan that no one knew
Maybe tomorrow maybe this afternoon 
Doesn’t matter but soon

Gary and James
Not the brightest flames 
Wanted so bad
To do the right thing
But didn’t know what their actions would bring

The train slowly left the station

Mbane

Only the river shines in the moonlight
And beyond the water an unknown tribe

This people used to care for you, through rain and thunder
And yet we came here to plunder 

Lighting campfires, makes a commotion
Tomorrow we’ll meet and define this space
Who’ll be the ruler of this place,

Inspired by Nikolai Gumilev

Mbane

The letter (the Captain knew)

In the year of 1869
A young lad set sail on the vessel Mary
Signed on as a cabin boy
He sought a way to escape
His mother wept
His sister tried to console
But he craved the open sea
Longing for hope

On the Bay of Biscay
A storm raged fierce and wild
Seasickness and madness claimed the boy's smile
Weeks later
Past the equator
Life grew a bit more bearable
Yet a strange fever lingered
Stealing his vigor

The captain said one day. We’re going to enter the port of Cabinda
Pull yourself together and write a letter home. Hopefully they’ve got stamps in this shanty town. Boy write a letter!
He manage to buy a stamp and penned a letter 
Four mounts later his mother read and cried of joy
My boy is alive
But by that time he was already gone
They buried him at sea near the cape of good hope

Lost in the waves
Caught between longing and an early grave

The letter (the Captain knew)

Up, up snapping air
Got to change direction 
I told you once, I told you twice 
It’s not me, it’s them, that need inspection

No more begging
Just let myself be
Turn and walk away
I’ve found the key

My cap in hand days are over
I’ve got roots that keep me from falling
My friends didn’t turn their backs
They covered up the worst attacks

A man’s life is long, many would say
But can be ruined in a day
If you judge me, you judge yourself 
It’s just like that, simple in a way

Happier

The schoolyard

The boys played marbles, the girls jumped rope 
It was springtime, early may
Mrs Milgram was very convinced
She told us of our sins
And then we dropped the stone

The schoolyard was just a hole
The teachers left us alone
Finally through 
In the end no one knew,
but the blister and the poking

The schoolyard

Give in

Are you awake?
It doesn’t matter anyway
I pull the brake
It’s neither Monday nor the lord’s day

Pretty little thoughts
Surrounded by knots
Bombshells and fears 
Crowded people that cheers
Is it time to give in?
Watch the others spin?

I think you’re awake
Does it all make sense?
I think we release the brake
It’s for our own defence
I have no faith in the politics
Nevermind, it was a joke
But I’m afraid of the reaper
And I think we’re broke

Give in

Smile

Put on that professional smile
You need it when you lie
Can’t you say to my face
I think we have been drifting a while

Summer is gone
The measuring is done 
The summer is gone

It takes a lifetime to say
Work in progress, great ideas
Keep the feelings away
Just move on, no fear

Summer is gone
The measuring is done 
The summer is gone

Smile, smile

I put myself together
Untie my shoes
Don’t want to hide forever
Still I whistle this blues

Summer is gone
The measuring is done 
The summer is gone

Smile

Scandinavian peninsula 
Be-bop-a -lula
Harshly weather and socialism 
Lot of trees but little tourism

…but a dark haired lady said something 
It’s not the landscape that pull the string
It can be anger or pain
Your legs moving away

She whispered in a gently tone
Are you ready for a dream?
We are enter an enchanted zone
Is it joy or realism you need?

Sleep the reality away
Come sit beside me, we sort things out
Common sense and love that’s what it’s  all about

Scandinavian peninsula

It’s late (thoughts from a wheelchair, that should be played loud)

All my memories are so blury
Can hardly keep a thought straight
But I don’t think I have to hurry
The end is coming and it’s late

Yesterday was better
Today I feel weak
Can’t even put on my sweater
Nurses do that, I’m kind of a Barbie-freak

Long ago I was a different man 
I was 22 and had all the answers
Today I’m just doing what I can
Somebody else is leading and I’m no dancer

Maybe next week, I will be able to walk
Maybe leave the house
Feel the wind and natures talk
Is it possible? I have my doubts 

Read, read a book, a friend told me
”Get rid of the dark scene”
It works for a while but give me more time, I plea
”Restart your mind. Wash it clean.”

It’s late

…maybe a little too sentimental 

It was Peter and his brother Carl 
Simon and David and me
And of course it was Jerry our guard
We were kings at our playground, you see

Bruises on our knees,
Simon has lost two teeth 
Our daddies cut our hair 
Too short but we didn’t care

I remember we were happy
I think of that now and then
These memories don’t get wacky
I’ll keep them as a friend

We had bikes with supporting wheels
We drove off to the candy store before the meals
I admit it was long time ago
but we had such flow

We stood a while to watch the train
Or a shiny motorbike 
I remember sunny weather, but also rain
We saw opportunities, possibilities 

I remember we were happy
I think of that now and then
These memories don’t get wacky
I’ll keep them as a friend

I’ll keep them as a friend

Sipping coffee at dawn watching time slip away
Want to step out of the rat race, please God answer my pray

Coping with the mundane every single day
This self painted picture won't fade away
Searching for meaning beneath this charade
This life with myself isn’t an easy one, I’m afraid

Bills on the table memories untold
Life of existence emotions on hold

My mind's a mixtape running loops on repeat
Sometimes it’s familiar and sweet

Coping with the mundane every single day
This self painted picture won't fade away
Searching for meaning beneath this charade
This life with myself isn’t an easy one, I’m afraid

My clock hammers seconds that merge into years
Holding back reality, fighting back

Coping with the mundane every single day
This self painted picture won't fade away
Searching for meaning beneath this charade
This life with myself isn’t an easy one, I’m afraid

Sentinel

Sixteen yards
Sixteen yards between us
Do we stop here?
Non of us want to start a fight
We locked our eyes in fear 

I stick to my pride, my stuff is in my pocket
Been all over the world on google earth and Elon’s rockets

You look a bit pale
Do you eat enough?
but your hair is shiny
It’s like marshmallow fluff

Sixteen yards between us
I think we better stop here
History will tell us
It’s obvious, it’s clear

I remember scouting and midnight fires
I remember ”love is in the air”
Promises and desires
Pretending not to care

I was eager but naive
Immortal and bold
You were soft and sweet,
a fairytale untold
Did we have a direction?
We were just riding a dream

Sixteen yards between us

Sixteen yards

Old references and maybe too 
sentimental…uh

Winger and Cage

Want me to pick two?
Eah, Nicholas Cage has made a lot of rubbish, but sometimes he’s good
Debra Winger made an impact on Shadowlands
But I’m still waiting for a character that will stir up my ordinary life
 
Movies are grand but they fade to black
Life keeps rolling and it won’t cut back
A hero’s arc or a villain’s delight
I’m stuck in the credits of a quiet night
 
Maybe it’s not on the silver screen
Maybe the drama’s in the in-between
A stranger’s smile or a storm in the sky
Something to make me feel electrified
 
Nicholas Cage with his wild-eyed grin
Sometimes he flops but sometimes he wins
Debra Winger left her mark on the screen
But where’s the spark to wake my routine
 
I’m still waiting for the plot to unfold

Winger and Cage

I painted grey
Then blue again
Trying to find the colour of the rain
The inbetween got no name
I chase the sun
I play the game

Some days I’m high
Some days I’m low
But I keep moving
Let it flow


Ever changing moods
They spin me ‘round
Lift me up
Pull me down

Some days I’m high
Some days I’m low
But I keep moving
Let it flow

Grateful for the ride so far
Sometimes I catch the flame
Then buried it in a bar

I see the past in shadowed light
A mix of wrongs
A touch of right
But something whispers
It speaks of then
I let it go
I start again

This ever changing mood

This is my first try here in Swedish. It’s funny that I prefer English 99/100 times when it  comes  to lyrics. Among my lads there is a saying ”If you got nothing to tell, take it in English!”
Well here we are

Helt själv? 

Det var lördag eftermiddag
Solen stod högt
Jag hade planerat att gå på musikfestival

Helt själv
Helt själv på musikfestival
Själv på musikfestival

Klädde mig svart
Hade bälte
Mina dr martens skor
Tog bussen

Helt själv
Helt själv på musikfestival
Själv på musikfestival

Köpte entré 
Gick in 
Köpte en korv
Titta mig runt

Bandet som spela gilla att spela hårt
Bandet jag kommit för var var alltför hårt
Jag föll omkull
Fick gräs i munnen
Där såg jag två blåa ögon
Nämen hej!
Jag ändå på musikfestival

Helt själv
Helt själv på musikfestival
Själv på musikfestival

Trots gräsfläckar och annat var jag nöjd

Helt själv?

New Division
Did you count the years
I can’t remember a thing
But I recognise those fears
It hurts when I clutch the string 

Memories and places
Flick flack bum
Sunny days and familiar faces
Flick flack bum

Did you count the years
I can’t remember a thing
But I recognise those fears
I hurts when I clutch the string 

I wash my hands, it’s time for dinner 
Flick flack bum
We eat a lot but getting thinner
Flick flack bum

Did you count the years
I can’t remember a thing
But I recognise those fears
I hurts when I clutch the string 

I watch the children play
For that innocence I pray
Flick flack bum
Flick flack bum

Did you count the years
I can’t remember a thing
But I recognise those fears
I hurts when I clutch the string

New Division

It’s dark outside
But I’m sure it is morning
I will stay in bed
Don’t need no news or warning
This body doesn’t work
Feel like a bloody jerk
But if you hold me right now
I think some of the bad will turning

Forever and ever
I’ve been buying this awful story
Even you fooled me
I feel ashamed not glory
But if you hold me right now
I think some of the bad will turning

Hold me again,
Pretend that you love me
Just say those words, forever and ever
Only you can break that spell
Save us all from hell

Forever and ever

Never mind, I didn’t mean to put up a fight
But the things you say don’t land right
Negotiating the space we are in
Rambling the kitchen and spin

It’s a tricky time to navigate in
Words come easy but no movement in our limbs
I know my rights, you know yours
Never mind, I didn’t mean to put up a fight, of course

Never mind

Hi, my name is Jonas!
Not far from Gothenburg, Sweden

jonaslofving

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