and: the poetry thread

[Andrea]

thank you for letting me be myself again...

[Andrea]

Today I was thinking about my latest Jungle pictures and "Baloo" - the place in Stockholm at the end of the eighties where daytime you could eat till you were ready to drop for 120 SEK and night-time you could dance till you were ready to drop for 60 SEK. I was a cashier, my boyfriend (the crash driver) was a doorman and Rasmus was a DJ. He was testing his own songs at the end of the night when even the staff (me and the others) could dance at least 20 minutes. It was before he became RobnRaz and Leila K.
Funny is that Rasmus brother and I were engaged in the same IT company, Lemon Planet, many years later. Coincidences like this are really hunting me

oh and yes... my Jungle stuff, without lyrics so far but I´m working on it

This will be called "Food, give me food"
http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/i...f7eea44810.jpg
and this one will be called "The Come Back"
http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/i...bb5a89f27f.jpg

I met Rasmus again for a couple of years ago after almost 20 years at another company event, apropos of great memories and speed
http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/i...3beb9a26c9.jpg

[Andrea]

Tribute to Granny + Smith

Never been so far, never been so close and I think it´s okay just because
my mother never called me Alice, my father never called me Sue
I brought up with twenty muppets and none of them said I love you

[Andrea]

hard working and give me more, God defended
everybody´s asking what happened
when the Cinderella story ended
and winter cold will bring the heat
that feels heavenly under your feet
like a sleeping beauty under the spell
never felt your perfume smell
and storms will take it further
and storms will blow it away
and July under the jacket is only a prelude
and no matter what, we are here to stay
and we loved when we least expected
hold on my darling, you are respected
will you be my lover
let me see your cover
your hood and jokes and no loaded dice
I never saw his eyes but I swear I saw yours twice
my smile you will never forget
was that your son squeezing my fat
fire in a hand and no devastation
seems to be just a trial or was it a tribulation
and the stroke of lightning can´t destroy it
and the rain can´t wash it away
and no matter what pink skies and Iceland ashes are all here to stay
so we love the pain away kinda takeoff full speed ahead
we gonna lose count but never our head... never our head
hallelujah!
I´m in
where are you

[Andrea]

this is an old one (originally from 2007 after Scooter´s - Jumping All Over The World )

Love At First Light

You have the money
I have the fun
You want the power
I light up the dun
Let´s stick toghether
and gliding all over the world

The spring in your tales
is so far ahead
I think I lost count
but never my head
Just keep together
and please jam all over the world

You have position
I have a charmed life
You want more challenge
than a beautiful wife
Let´s love forever
and spread it all over the world


...and I still see him playing
what a release to see him waving
in the crimson glow of the setting sun
and the night is arriving pretty soon
with silver light and glow of the fragment moon....

[Andrea]

Frankenstein Feat. ABBA (I have a dream)

Frankenstein´s smile

He had a dream, about that thing
That helped him cope with that certain thing
If you see the wonder of his fairy tale
You can take the future you can cope the pain
I believe in anger
And something good in everything I see
He said: You have seen the danger
And I know when the time is right for me
Don´t cross my stream - I´m not a dream

I have no dream, I´m no fantasy
I help myself through reality
And my destination makes it worth the while
Floating through the darkness towards another smile
I believe in haters
And something good in everyone I see
I believe in fakers
And I know the time is right for me
Don´t cross that stream - they wicked dream

It´s not a dream, the song we sing
That help them cope with the monkey thing
If you see the wonder of my real life tale
Just think about the future when war walls disappear
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I know you are my angel
And the time is right for you and me
We cross the stream - in our sweet dream
We float and stream - is this a dream

[Caprice]

i remember riding my bike uptown. waking up some mornings or riding after work. i always went uptown because i never knew it before. it was and still is a different world to me. the houses are old, and the people are something im not used to. i remember being this kid riding this shiny bike through these ghetto neighborhoods during the fall. people would stare at me from their porches like i was absurd. this white boy coming through this neighborhood sightseeing. a part of me felt welcome there, because they always smiled, and i smiled back. normally though, i didnt make eye contact, and i didnt get into trouble that way.
my favorite time to ride was near dusk in the fall. the crisp in the air matched with the orange sky and purple clouds always made me feel like i was floating through the city. sometimes i would ride with music, boards and bibio dominated my outlook. i remember one time, i was by this big house near loudon, and the sun was about to set, and the trees were orange and yellow, and the sky was a firm blue, and this song came on (this happens a lot, but this one moment stands out in particular to me), and i was caught balancing on my bike around the street out in the open by this big old house, looking at the sunset, and it felt like, it felt unspeakable. like everything is alright, like the world is too beautiful to care about you or anything that happens to you. this moment lasted for what seemed endless because the sun would not go down. i left that area and went on to other parts of the city, excited by what i had experienced, but also excited by what else i would find.
i usually would start out to coolavin and get sidetracked through other streets, i would ride for 2 hours or more sometimes looking at things. it is beautiful up there, old lexington. one morning that got me hooked. i woke up very early, i don't think i slept too well that night, i was in my apartment at the time. i stood up from my bed on the floor and looked out the window. it was dark outside still, and the city was quiet. the orange was barely coming up over the horizon. i was stuck there looking at it, thinking of lexington and where i was. i decided to get dressed and took my bike down to the street. i started to ride and didn't think about it. i started up rose onto elm, then i took third street when the sky started to light up. i didn't know where to go so i rode to wherever struck my eye. i got lost around the end of martin luther and went west. what i found left me awestruck. these old houses in these old neighborhoods. i remember riding slowly on the streets looking at these 100 year old houses that old money once occupied, in these beautiful neighborhoods laid out like in old times. i remember hearing lexington was once called the athens of the west because of the cultured and affluent people who once lived here. this is where they lived. the beauty of their houses and architecture only raises my imagination more to what kind of people they were. and the place lexington used to be. i entered this world in my head, and saw a glimpse of the lives they once lived. beauty comes in every-form.
my rides rarely got me tired. they took me to parts of the city i didn't know existed. i was this explorer of times past. people would stare at me like i was something new, something they never seen before. my regret is that there aren't many people i've shared these times with. almost all my rides were solo. not many people want to ride for hours at a time looking at nothing with no end (i hated planning a schedule for riding, almost all my rides were impromptu). it doesn't bother me though, because we all have a story...

[Andrea]

It´s not entirely my work...
...or maybe it is.
Honestly, I don´t know.

Behind The Mask

He: don´t you ever leave
nice colour
be at my side
and call me brother / She: so you mean you just not bother?/
He: never leave when i´m alone / She: I could never strike your heart home/
He: walk with me if you like it home / She: just don´t you press the pedal home/
He: some people say they cannot figure
what is normal what is bigger
what is normal
is it a bird?
a silent creature that cant be heard / She: I guess you thought I was a nerd/
He: stick with me through black and blue
you see my colours big and true
but if you don´t then you not hue / She: so now ask you : where were you?/
He: a specious light in heavens due / She: have you seen my moonbeam blue?/
He: do you feel the crunch of olive leaves / She: have you seen me on my knees floating on a flood of tears?/
He: do you know this what I need / She: eternal love that heal and feed?/
He: a bit of life a kiss of love
show me here what life is above
behind the mask is only me
a blissful true identity
a single face
a wonders place
and true right to my entity / She: Promise you will never leave me/

[Caprice]

he spoke to me again. saying i don't care no more. once a time always a time set back down the road stuck with no where to go. set my job on my feet and dance in my head when im not at work. mixing, attempting to manifest from my head. a strange, strange thing. if you can see it you can make it. if you can hear it, you can make it.

[Andrea]

The Losers Song

The world of silence is the strangest thing
the everlasting painful ping
to win the game
have nothing to be dying for
have nothing to aim

not a junkie not a boozer
it´s an art to be a loser