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Friday, May 26, 2006

A man has a false heart in his mouth for all the world to see, another in his breast to show his very special friends and his family, and the real one, the true one, the secret one, which is never known to anyone except himself alone, hidden only God knows where. They're treacherous beyond belief, vice-ridden beyond redemption.

[ kyrre ] | 9:52 PM | Comment(s)

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Once there was a giving tree who loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come to play
Swinging from the branches, sleeping in the shade
Laughing all the summer’s hours away.
And so they love,
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

But soon the boy grew older and one day he came and said,
"Can you give me some money, tree, to buy something I’ve found?"
"I have no money," said the tree, "Just apples, twigs and leaves."
"But you can take my apples, boy, and sell them in the town."
And so he did and
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

But soon again the boy came back and he said to the tree,
"I’m now a man and I must have a house that’s all my home."
"I can’t give you a house" he said, "The forest is my house."
"But you may cut my branches off and build yourself a home"
And so he did.
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

And time went by and the boy came back with sadness in his eyes.
"My life has turned so cold," he says, "and I need sunny days."
"I’ve nothing but my trunk," he says, "But you can cut it down
And build yourself a boat and sail away."
And so he did and
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

And after years the boy came back, both of them were old.
"I really cannot help you if you ask for another gift."
"I’m nothing but an old stump now. I’m sorry but I’ve nothing more to give"
"I do not need very much now, just a quiet place to rest,"
The boy, he whispered, with a weary smile.
"Well", said the tree, "An old stump is still good for that."
"Come, boy", he said, "Sit down, sit down and rest a while."
And so he did and
Oh, the trees was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

[ kyrre ] | 9:52 PM | Comment(s)

Sunday, May 14, 2006

When summer rolls around again those long shadows as the day comes to an end make me sad as hell. I've never been able to figure out why, exactly. It's an almost overwhelming feeling of hopelessness, I've never felt it elsewhere. Maybe deep down I realize I'm fighting a losing battle against time? I'm not sure.

i'd rather be dreaming than living,
living's just too hard to do.
it's chances, not choices.
noises, not voices.
a day's just a thing to get through.

living's just too hard to do.

i'd rather be dreaming than talking.
there's nothing to hear or to say.
with his covered mouth closed,
the world is opposed.
nothing gets in or away.

there's nothing to hear or to say.

i'd rather be dreaming than thinking.
thoughts are small comfort to me.
dreams might be pretend, but at least dreams end,
and i just can't stop thinking, y'see.

thoughts are small comfort to me.

i'd rather be dreaming, than sleeping.
just sleeping yeah just as well dead.
in dreams, i can fly.
in dreams i don't die.
that's why i lie here in this bed.

just sleeping, yeah just as well dead.

[ kyrre ] | 9:26 PM | Comment(s)

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

damnnit amazon's Criterion dvds discount is gonna make my pocket burn :(

Seven Samurais here i come!

[ kyrre ] | 9:01 PM | Comment(s)

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