Beskyddaren - The Protector

I tried to be special
I am thin and shiny pale
But I was born with marks
I had almost forgotten
I wanted to be spiritual
A sparkling personality
but it requires that man has
genes and talent
and I don't have that

and it takes hundreds of years
to hide mistakes
I am light years away
deformed and squinting
and it stings like chlorine
like new sores on my mouth
the third class have
when everyone listens to you
can you protect me ?

I wanted to just flee from myself
cut away my ineptitude
but with my marks I forget
I am already judged
I wanted to be intellectual
widely-travelled, courteous,
disgustingly young
but my genes weigh too much
genes and abilities
everything was a mistake

and it takes hundreds of years
to hide mistakes
am light years from
deformed and squinting
and it stings like chlorine
like new sores on my mouth
the third class have
when everyone listens to you
can you protect me ?

can you protect me?
can you protect me?
can you protect me?
please protect me

"Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?
And does he sing to you incessantly from the place between your bed and wall?
Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes?
Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you.
Does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched
and does he cry through broken sentences like "I love you far too much"?
Does he lay awake listening to your breath?
Worried that you smoke too many cigarettes.
Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor?
For every speck of tile there are a thousand more
that you won't ever see but must hold inside yourself eternally. "

bright eyes: the calendar hung itself

A perfect substitute.

and when the panic breaks out
you smile faintly
and whisper to me
you are worth dying for
But against rubber, glass and metal
a miracle doesn't mean a thing...

I'm keeping you alive
You're keeping me alive

I'm keeping you alive
You're keeping me alive

It seems so easy, friend. Yet so incomprehensibly difficult.
A world built by men for the men where nothing ever has any value.
Except the memory of all that was ours.

In your big heart the beats become small.
You touch my cheek so that I understand that there are only hours until you leave.

I hate everything that bends and breaks.

Rosor & palmblad - Roses & Palm-leaves

Waiting always this waiting
From white to grey to black
This year was black
And the lilies fall from a window
In Västerås tonight
I hear your laughter

Over the plumes palm-leaves and crosses
That rattle there in the wind
That sounded like hoarse voices
From those who do the commercial
Chase zombies from out their graves
Give me something that feels

Longing always this longing
From here far away
Far far away
And the roses shed all the petals again
That cried them blood
Because life is so short

And people in the locked, quiet houses
Slightly open the curtain
And look out into the street
With eyes that are afraid
Of everything that can happen
Even though it already has happened

Like magic - a light you drown in
There are little tricks that make people give you more than you are worth...

Saker man ser - Things You See

Here under water I am blue
in the pool the world smells like chlorine
was it you that held too tight ?
or is it me that is too weak ?
was it you that got too wet ?
or is it me that is too slippery ?

My skin is white under my wristwatch
Down under the winter never ends
was it you that held too tight ?
or is it me that is too weak ?
was it you that got too wet ?
or is it me that is so slippery ?

It's just things that you see
It's just things that you know...

Thoughts freeze solid
I run with all my strength
You can lie behind
until your tears have dried
I leave everything I have
for a minute of warmth

I am black and white inside.

Everything I wanted to say
I forgot tonight
Everything I wanted to be
I kept always to myself.....

I bit my tongue when you smiled.

Is that you there
or is that someone who resembles you somewhere?

And when we see each other around
It is through your
Righteous blue
I even looked at myself
Through your eyes
And I hate it so....

you, you, you make me whole.

My indie-heart pounds and pounds and pounds. . .

Give me a winter-drug
Give me all you’ve got

You gave me a chance to tell you
all the things I never said
You gave me a chance to give you
all the things I never gave you


The small small words are hard words
and the hard words are simple words

You stroke your fingers
lightly against my cheek