bad mouth

it wasn't meant that way
the stones came down
a fart blowing all around

the words dropped out
i could not gather them
were floating around for seconds
like nothing had been said
then the minds catched up
for everyone to understand

suddenly the situation came out of hand
all colors disappeared
anger made the walls dark grey
i was left alone

could have eaten the words
forgotten the meal
lived of water for a week
add some soap
and clean that dirty mouth of mine

the meal tasted shit
i had to get to my knees
bow my head
i had been bad

my friend felt sad
smart clever
does not make you good

enough procrastination
get going man
you know the words
excuse me - i am sorry

in the common

moves me
takes my heart
to other places
where there is joy

i wanna be
in it part of it live it

the music pass the skin
through the limbs
into the stomach
the music makes my heart warm
the rhythm pulsates in the veins

open up fall down
feel the beat bring you
in and out out and in
now here over again
here where we are

open the eyes
watch the traffic pass by
the pavement filled up
with hearts pulsating
on off on off

now and then
the hearts the music the others
all moves in the same rhythm
i turn up the volume
the feeling of joy should never end
never fade

uten ull

snill
er det jeg prøver å være
hele tiden
en korende linerle

tenke på hva de vil si meg
forstå hvordan
bak sine ord de lider

høsten er tung
arme av armer nær bakken
ingen aper i trærne

jeg følger alltid etter
tankene følelsene
alt jeg vet
er hva jeg er

holder meg fast i klokkene
når de kimer høyest
pendelen slår meg fordervet

ikke la bygene legge meg flat
syng ut
grenene viser sitt magre skjelett
mot en himmel der ingen nåde gis

slå meg gi meg inn
ikke bare prat - ta tak i meg
spytt meg i ansiktet
si meg uten ull
jeg er et null

en blåveis vil meg nok vise
at denne vei ei er den rette

garden of sorrows

as i always had
the sorrow in my head
the sun shine music play
the orange taste

all empty eye
no smiles
a hole in my heart
all thoughts inside out

know the truth
cannot spell it out
don't want to hear
only a hole to carry the burden

all was lined up
a construction of positive adjectives
golden dreams sweet words

a rubber on the go
all it took
to erase the full drawing

a canvas of pity dresses me
the brain cannot see
that i lost a mind

i write speak shout
down the hole the simplicity
that any child know

what was never yours
what were leaves on the tree
do easily blow away

left are memories of the trees
with its beautiful leaves
now i wander around
wanting the leaves to blow back

damn it
get that rake
clean this sorrowful garden

eagle of light

only known you for a short time
like a fountain shooting up
a flower blossoming
a snowball down the hill

the colors from green to mint
red to rose blue to ocean
light in my mind
diamonds tingling with sparkles

kangaroo words out of the mouth
laughter funny words
smiling eyes of corridor people

deep inside
a fear a darkness
don't you see the eagle watching
life as a bear with honey

i lick and lick
again and again
imprent my soul
the taste of eden

sooner or later
the sweet is gone
there is no more honey
the bear will roar

i will find myself fighting

sant smil

jeg lyver
ordene spratt ut av meg
en fjær glapp
usannhetene strømmet ut
for sent å si noe annet

i yellow submarine
figurene bobler lyder
ingen forstår

har tapt
den svarte setningen
mørkelegger rommet
leter etter lysstråler

hater løgnene
avler unnvikende blikk
vaklende stemmer

hvor ble jeg av
vil bli sett som en bauta
står igjen som en ballong

gi meg en sjanse til
helt sant at jeg vil
gi deg et sant smil

Walt Whitman's Niece (Lyrics)

Last night or the night before that (I won't say which night)
A seaman friend of mine (I'll not say which seaman)
Walked up to a big old building (I won't say which building)
And would not have walked up the stairs (not to say which stairs)
If there had not have been two girls

(Leaving out the names of those two girls)

I recall a door, a big long room (I'll not tell which room)
I remember a deep blue rug (but I can't say which rug)
A girl took down a book of poems (not to say which book of poems)
As she read I laid my head (and I can't tell which head)
Down in her lap (and I can mention which lap)

Band: Billy Bragg & Wilco
interpreting Woody Guthrie lyrics on Mermaid Avenue

without you

you give my life something i need
i'll be alone
without you

so single minded
without your wide senses
clear views beating heart

so little time
earn money
have a flat
a child maybe two

the bore i'm without
you i adore
want to give you all
inside me torrents will
to be with you

i stay at home
what else to do
you wander around
looking for another thought

sometimes i'm close
your free soul
often out of range
i live this moment
you warm my skin

change of ecology
behind any rising sun
a cooling starts
without you

nothing spelled
all dissolved
an amoebe without boundaries
parking guards everywhere

skjelvende lokk

øyelokket
uvanlig oppførsel
har ikke bedt om lov
skjelver

barnet vil ikke legge seg
kjæresten rydder ei
været dårlig

verden er ute av kontroll
ingen gjør som jeg vil
kroppen har sin egen vilje

i hodet er befalingen klar
øyelokk - vær i ro
skjelvingen fortsetter

her kan alt skje
et lite lokk i dag
i morgen
benet spastisk
armen til værs
ørene vifter

behøver en spesialist
på vifteøre urolokk
som har sett titusenvis
av ville skjelv

om en pille eller to
plagene forsvinner
lokket blir sementert
passer mine stål grå øyne

wonder shades

worried of the boss
the tasks lagging
the new cars
will i ever afford one

red light again
does it never stop
late for nursery

pleasure seeking wife
what is she doing
his work is demanding
today should be her turn

wonders passing by
laughing couples
old people reading
red leaves in the air
children playing

work money minutes
shades in his mind
no free diamonds
shine through

oasis ohoi

the ice from yesterday
melting away
drops on my feet
might come from laughter

i was in greenland
head spinning legs fixated
you cannot picture cannot feel
the snow the ice the sea
neither emphaty nor rhapsody

the ferry sailed to the white village
passing darkness
everyone brought their jumpers
no shades needed
like a trip to the cornershop

ecological changes unfiltered sun
melting glaciers
the heat bangs the head
returning for the illusion
no oasis reported
not yet

circles

in circles we were made
in circles we live
in circles the ash will blow