Confuciouiuiiuus

Generation Why.
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Mother earth you got some nerve calling me your son.
Waves run faster before my eyes, calling for attention.

They say just dive right in and swim. Swim swim swim
To the deep black part and sleep like a child, beneath the white sun.

I ignored the imaginary choice i was given.
Walked another mile, forced a whisper and a smile for the river.

But the waves moved in too fast for us to last.
It´s a one was road, back home. Where nothing has changed.

Coma creeping, creeping through my veins.
Huxley´s soma, a prophecy in vain.

Game change. Game changer. Game change. Game changer. Game change. Game changer.

SUCH A WASTE.

Game Change

Om jag har

I hardly remember this one. It outlived my computer, so I figure that it earned the right to be uploaded. If you are allergic to sentimentality, or the lack of mixing, I suggest you cover your ears.

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Drunk, 16. When the time was right we drove the car to the beach in the dark.
Quietly. I swam as far out as I could, ignored the screams.

Pitch black freshwater played the role of headphones.
Even darker sky, my tv and my telephone.
Emma worried, maybe sensed something I did not know.
I do now, though.

Grew up too soon. Brought brick weed and imagined truth. Laughing moon.
Black cocoon. Still the same old water passing time. New kids by the waterline.
And in my head they swim again towards the deepest part.
All their friends back on the beach with hindsight in their hearts.
No, it´s mine, since no one is there. Guess I played the role a bit too hard...

Backstroke - (Keep finding old songs that refuse to die)

Messy project. Just felt like singing something. It´s 04:36 am, and I guess my neighbors love it. But they are the kind of people who sleep, and therefore they have no right to complain.  Mixing is for quitters. And for people with computers that does not break down when the tracks get too many. I always have an excuse, and I reserve my right to have one.

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I remember the stories, the fables far from fear. When you are born you are crying, then you laugh and you die, the circle never disappear. And I miss my old instincts, to lust to, trust and to feel. You saw snowflakes in flight, I saw rain in disguise, accepted judgments singing in my ear.

I remember how simple the questions often would be. Is this forest all trees, are you staying with me? If not just let this animal run free, even if I would get lost in the pines, bushes and leafs.

You saw brightness in snow, I saw Hell down below. 
You saw brightness in snow, I saw Hell down below. 

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Circles In Circles

Recorded some sort of live test for the first time in ages.  Kinda improvised. I have so many excuses. To low pitch for my fucking stale throat.  

 There, all better..

Hide And Sick

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CbpOyyVUBGE
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Keep them eyes locked on the clock today
Chase the seconds that escape
Guess I missed another day


Keep my nose broke, as it should be, I just like the flow
Keep me warm with my own blood, it´s a questionable way to grow
Anyway that´s what I hear, from my inner child too loud
Keep him inside, yeah let him run wild in his black cloud


I keep all of the wrong things, I am bound to my mistakes
Like the post-it note, in the cubicle remain
Anyway that´s what I hear, when I finally ask for help 
Keep my eyes locked on this old clock, until time fade away

Nebula

björnanders

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Mitt liv är en tävling

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"Murder She Wrote" is the first single from "Blood Red", co-produced by James Hancock & Duncan Jewett.

Duncan Jewett’s “Blood Red” is the end result of a decade-long collaborative effort that aims to elucidate what it means to be human in our increasingly fractured digital age. As a young teenager, from the isolation of his Durango mountain town, Jewett began writing, singing, and home recording; eventually using online music forums to connect with a world of like-minded artists. In the early 2010’s a handful of skeleton tracks were presented to Strange Famous Records’ honcho Sage Francis, who then paired Jewett up with producer James Hancock as finishing touches were applied to what would become a fully fleshed-out project.

“I loved the tone of his music and the unique singing style, but as it’s not rap-heavy I wasn’t really sure how it would fit on our label,” admits Francis. “He also seemed more of a reclusive type rather than someone who we could expect to tour and do the industry dance. Yet, I found myself returning to his songs. Often. After hearing Hancock’s contributions to the beats and production, I was convinced I wanted to do something official with this project. In fact, this is what originally inspired us to create SFdigi, the digital subsidiary of Strange Famous Records.”

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Blood Red

"MURDER SHE WROTE" - Duncan Jewett

Flawed Logic "Entertainment" (Shredders "Entertainment" Remix)

Some kind of start we all have to do. Some call it a cruel, deterministic and cosmic joke on our species.  

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWMarPMGe0k
 
Some say bliss need no ignorance.  I don´t say much anymore, I merely concur. As recommended by, The Department of consensus.    

Paracetamol prolog

Late in the month of January
the 26th right on the hair
we had ourselves a very merry deutsch Australia Day
I showed what a drunken ass is
couldn't find my bloody glasses
you just laughed right at me and you said "they're on your face"
I had to have you, had to impress
had to get you out that dress
so i suggested that we try a change of venue
we found a place with better grooves
so i could show you my best moves
"say, luv, d'ya like what you're seeing on the menu?"

So we hopped into the sack and you were my savior
you rushed the I love you, but i forgave you
you're the best damn thing that ever crashed into my life
And then something happened inside your tummy
and you said that you'd soon be a mummy
and i said "that's not all, you're gonna be my wife"

You acquiesced, you would be mine
but only if on Valentine's 
and only if you got to have my name
You want to be a Haggerty?
That's alright, that's fine by me
Just as long as i get to touch your butt
Then Lila came, and we did adore
enough to make two children more
and it's crazy, right, but now we're mum and pops
So let's celebrate these last ten years
by opening up ten tall beers 
and i'll make sure you get lots and lots of hops.

Cuz i'm your Blarg
You're Blarg's Lady
I make you dinner
You make me babies
I'm your Blarg 
You're Blarg's lady
i love you very very very very much
Let's do some naked stuff

It's like this, luv
I love the bollocks outta you
and you love the bollocks out of me
we're meant to be
like sleep and dreams 
and eggs and beans 
and other things that rhyme with E
Let's do some yoga tonight
I'll show you my downward dog
I'll show you failing flexibility
I'll show you weeping log
sometimes i do the laundry
and when i do the laundry i sniff your undies
lovely, lovely lady
i just sniff the clean ones, i'm not a creep
but i smell your feet when you're asleep
I think you're great 
and you smell great
and you do things greatly
and i don't know if i've told you lately
but i appreciate how great your greatness is
it's pretty darn great

A living breathing work of art
you're even cutesie when you fart
but no worries, luv, i won't tell a soul
You're a tough senorita
a hot mamacita
your so frickin' awesome goddamn rock'n'roll
How do you do it?
I don't know
how do you make me lose control?
there's no one that i want who isn't you
You smell good even when you don't
i think they call that pheromones
i wanna eat you up like a bowl of soup

Cuz i'm your Blarg
You're Blarg's Lady
I make you dinner
You make me babies
I'm your Blarg 
You're Blarg's lady
i love you very very very very much
Let's do some naked stuff

Blarg's Lady

how to dis

Cows, kilometers, diskbänksrealz.

https://soundcloud.com/stroemmen

Paracetamol prolog

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