Last Lie

first position: shiny slippers on.
ballet dance me over to
the other side or down the rabbit hole.

dealing with the devil. every day is sinful.

every night’s a crime.

it’s gonna be the last lie.

this is gonna be the last lie.

who would ever think
the pretty little boy
could have such a dirty mind?

confident and comfortable I tried

to spin like crazy, pirouette nights,

it’s gonna be the last lie.
this has to be the last lie.

screw laying low.
what has that got to do with letting go?

close to heart, but out of mind.
I’m tired of the tiredness.

study grains of sand in microscopes

Himalaya high above
what were we even looking for?

tiny revolutions
step by step.
someone’s gonna have to deal with it.

screw laying low.
what has that got to do with letting go?

close to mind, but out of sight.
I am tired of the tiredness.

screw laying low.
what has that got to do with letting go?

close to heart, but of out sight.
I feel tired of the tiredness.

Dear Bigotry

relentlessly
like falling leaves
dear bigotry
you ́re what we breath.

we used to be
old enemies
these roots go deep dear bigotry;

explain my love as
algorithms on repeat.
pinch my arm so
I can feel alive again.
smear my eyelids
with all the times that I’ve been wrong.

pick your punches.

oh Bigotry; hold your tongue.

sincerely,
yours truly
brought to our knees we kiss your feet.

explain my love as
algorithms on repeat. 
pinch my arm so 
I can feel alive again.
smear my eyelids 
with all the times that I’ve been wrong.

pick your punches.

oh Bigotry; hold your tongue.

oh Bigotry; you stand alone.

Penny For Your Thoughts

oh, a penny for your thoughts

even though I’m broke
are you broken up about it?

we cough up caramel.

we cry coffee tears.
if someone really cares we don’t care.

in the nuance of your tone
I can hear it all.
you’re smiling and you’re not

at same the time.

all we ever want
how is that enough?
we got everything
but there’s something missing.

we got everything we dreamed of except for dreams.

we're everything they ever wanted us to be.

Penny, I wanna be someone else.

a penny for your all thoughts.
fill me up tonight!

we could swim against the stream

if only as a pastime.
pass me anything
something meaningful.

in a pickle, pick a fight.

shouldn't fear the light

nor Norwegians nights dark and gloomy.

back when we were kids

you made a funny face in the Caravelle.
drove the driver mad.

with all due respect what did you expect?

first lady, president?

got to do it yourself.

we got everything we dreamed of except for dreams.

we're everything they ever wanted us to be.

Penny, I wanna be somewhere else.

a penny for your all thoughts.
fill me up tonight!

your time is worth a million in gold.
cut loose, we’re used to forgiving
the only thing we ́re getting is older.
old age, it’s ours for the taking.
might seem like a pie in your face.
I’ll keep the change, your mind’s worth a million.

I know you find it a little strange.

if you point blame, you’re blaming yourself.

Caravelle

we felt so very safe
sitting the other way

driving the Caravelle

rolling the motorway.

making a funny face
we drove the drivers mad.

«out of the window pane

out of the question, babe.

it can be dangerous.
out of the window pane

out of the question, kids.

it can be dangerous.»

we felt so very safe

looking the other way

out from the Caravelle

out of the window pane

into a picture frame.

can ́t be that dangerous.

«it is dangerous, hideous

out of your league.
it will go haywire
cause a fire.

I admire you but not your wild desires.»

«I object, I suspect
someone to take charge.
I’ve been listening to your kitchen clatter

cluttered constantly.
oh can’t you see I’m tired?»
 

Glossolalia

Oslo speaks to me in tongues.

Glossolalia’s a town
where I gasp from worried lungs.

they say I’m in some kind of phase.

I pour my heart out and they yawn.

the roots that reach into the dawn

underline my lack of grace.

longer hair, thicker skin.
I’ve spent a decade in a spin.

no-one’s ever getting out.

no-one’s ever getting in.

I've learned the craft of hatred too.

I've learned to stray from the truth.
I take the subway in to work.
we're underground, it ́s always dark.

is it the humming of the train or do they speak in tongues?

my afterlife will be these songs.
minutes later I’ll be soaked
I hit the surface and I woke

up from my dream
my beautiful ridiculous dream.

glossolalia

these streets fill me with oh, such fury.
this architectural code
that used to please me so.

you gotta shake some dirty hands.

you gotta kiss them while you can.

kiss it quick then rise again! 

is it the roaring of the trams or do we speak in tongues?

our afterlives in senseless songs.
conversation stays the same.
I hit the surface and I it rained upon my dream

my beautiful ridiculous dream.

glossolalia glosslalalalalala...

As Far As I’m Concerned

every now and then I feel cold.
every now and then I think of
how I have grown so cynical.
(as far as I’m concerned I am concerned.)

kissing the feet of a charlatan
eating the crumbs straight out of his hand.

beating a drum that make no sound when

(a son of a son is singing you to sleep.)

sleepy because I’ve slept way too much.

under the sheets with digital lust
no-one is gonna reach for my trust.

(need to grab a hold on what is ours.)

hours of hourglasses turning
you never told me how to cope with
all of this space I fill with nothing.
(as far as I’m concerned I am concerned.)

under the covers
where you’re not around
where my body is full of shrapnels
from the killing of time.
meeting people is easy
from a bar to a bed
but I can’t meet my own eyes
in the bathroom mirror of a stranger in the morning.

pixelating the girls of that dawn
their flesh and bones in data codes
I thought I saw their souls, I saw their holes.

the anthem of a hypocrite
is shaking the arena seats.
I wanna be the opposite
to prove you that I’m all the same.

an elegy for elegance
assumingly so elegant
but honestly I’m transparent
the simple fact that I have changed.

now obvious to all my friends
who slipped away along the path
because I made them lovers
making love instead of making friends.
the anthem of the hypocrite
is shaking the arena seats.
I wanna be the opposite
but I have changed there’s no way back again. 

Seen You Sin

you were a firework
then you blew up
then you disappeared.
you left a colored light cascade.

it rained down

a powder for my sleep.

oh marvelous, mysterious

God, it looked swell
so what the hell.

I’ve seen you sin
when you saw me sin.
what a mess we made
on the floor
on the bench.
what a mess we’re in.
fifteen virtuous years to spill.
the blossom red in your face makes me think
what is really heaven?
what is really hell?

Somersaulting

I know what you ́re gonna say so don’t say it.

humming your sorry songs will ease your mind only for a while.

we were nodding our heads in unison.
we were too proud to notice where the crowd went wrong.

in the middle of our somersaulting in a dizzy spin
how can we win when we’re faking?

what seemed so real is now surreal.

how we feel is beside the point.
the golden kindergarten stars handed out if you play your part.

it’s hard to grasp their dark design when you are spinning upside down.

if you don’t land your somersault you’ll never spot the thunderbolt.

how do you live just to survive?

why do you deny your denial?

how do you feel when I’m around?

I know where you wanna go so don’t go there.

flying across the globe will please your eyes only for a while.

there’s been plenty of us
blind and stupid being to proud to say it all aloud
to speak our minds.

what seemed so real is now surreal.

how we feel is beside the point.
the golden kindergarten stars handed out if you play your part.

it’s hard to grasp their dark design. you are spinning upside down.
if you don’t land your somersault you’ll never spot the thunderbolt.

how do you live just to survive?

why do you deny your denial?

how do you feel when I’m around?

20.000 Nights

the machinery of a plasma screen and stereo sound
made the television hostess’ eyelids twitch and drown
in tears of joy, cause how she loved to announce
her favorite band finally on her show playing their own songs.

that profound preaching hypnotized me, I admit.
her sudden earnestness made every lightning hit.
it stroke me down and left a scorch of hopefulness

that there is still a little glimpse of soul in pop music.

out to plasma screens, in every home the stereo rang
when the band began, strummed their instruments and sang

and you could tell by their charisma they were pros.
the jealousy rose in me and I was sold.

I see reasons why we stay alive.

you see reasons why we are a lie.
I see reasons we still have the light.

you see reasons why we ́re still-life.

and when the television hostess goes to sleep

she’ll pray her earnestness will not hurt her career.

I hope she’ll understand the meaning of her fear

the influential consequences of her cheer.

I see reasons why we stay alive.

you see reasons why we are a lie.
I see reasons we still have the light.

you see reasons why we ́re still-life.

and when the television hostess is put to ground
I’ll be on television singing on her song
with tears of joy cause, how I’ll love to announce
she was my savior and my youth, sometimes my doubts.

Synthesis

I love this town, let ́s burn it down.

the traffic buzz, the engine sounds

somehow the noises calm me down

all though I’m never homeway bound.

the smell of the polluted air
somehow makes me think of how complex your eyes can be to read.

you’re out to lunch all the time.
I’m out of touch all the time.

the synthesis of you and me
would not have been same without the pain.
our sad and joyful alchemy
is nothing but these very streets we stroll everyday.

you’re the carnivore, I am the prey.
I sleep between the teeth in a lion cave.
the way you always curse, I tend to pray.
you call me nasty names I’ll take them to my grave.

this is the synthesis, our alchemy.
for all I know this is the only way.
for reasons I don’t know I wanna stay.

the sunset sure is beautiful
but also pretty trivial.
I know you’re just being civil about it

but all I hear is gibberish tidbits.

she is a lioness, I am the lamb
how these revolving doors revolve and force my hand
as I spend my nights between her teeth that scrape the sky.

the sound of traffic enveloped and amplified.
this is the synthesis, our alchemy.
for all I know this is the only way.
for reason I don’t know I wanna stay.

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