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[14 Sep 2003|01:20pm] |
I don´t think anyone reads this. But...things are bad. really bad. with Lotts.
I´m to tired and to sad to get into it. But now its out there anyway...
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Seven days a week - The Sounds |
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I need to do an update!
I´m home. Alone. Not fun.
I was going to go over to Alex but my head hurts and I´m not in the mood for it.
Lotta and Martin are there now.
But now I´m thinking I should have gone cause anything is better than just sitting here!
Santana and Alex Band rock! I love that song!
yupp yupp.
anywho, dont have anything to write about anyway.
Think I will go over to Alex after all!
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| THE SOUNDS! |
[14 Jun 2003|09:29pm] |
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Rock N Roll - The Sounds |
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Mine and Lotta´s favorite song at the moment!
Everyone should listen to it! It ROCKS!!
Love you Lotts!
The SOUNDS - Rock N Roll
1 2 3 funny, I want more.
5 6 7 Its not okey.
How come you taste so good?
This time I´m really hooked.
Its half past then, its getting late.
But the night is young and I cant wait.
You know I like it loud.
You should know me by now.
Chourus:
Something sweet, oh something strong,
seems like love no longer can turn me on.
Boy need girl and girl need boy.
Got nasty habbit called Rock N Roll.
You dont know what its like.
I´ve done things you only dreamed about .
once or twice.
It keeps me up at night.
Jump up, bubble up whats in store?
Prolly look for love but I want more.
I found a nother beat.
Theres no time for sleep.
Chourus:
Something sweet, oh something strong,
seems like love no longer can turn me on.
Like girls in suits and those pretty boys.
I gave my heart to Rock N roll.
Rock N Roll
Rock N Roll
Rock N Roll
Oh
oh oh
So you can call the Police.
I´m sorry but I am what you see,
lonely and drunk as you can see.
I bet you would like to undress me.
Chours:
Something sweet, oh something strong,
seems like love no longer can turn me on.
Boy need girl and girl need boy.
Got nasty habbit called Rock N Roll.
Something sweet, oh something strong,
seems like love no longer can turn me on.
Like girls in suits and those pretty boys.
I gave my heart to Rock N roll.
Rock N Roll
Rock N Roll
Rock N Roll
Oh
oh oh
SUCH A GOOD SONG!!!
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[13 Jun 2003|01:18pm] |
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Celsius - Kent |
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Me again! lol
Alex just left to go to his cousin for the weekend! =(
I´m so so so jelaouse of Lotta right now. Going to see The Hives.
More Lyrics! (Prepare to get a lot of those from me! =)
I love lyrics!)
Same song first in Swedish then ing English! very simple!
Celsius by Kent (swedish)
Så nära ligger sömnen
under alla täcken sval
svept och gömd i filtar
plast, nylon, cellofan
Min mun vid termometern
fuskar Mig febersvag
& det känns som om
Jag glömt någonting kvar...
Jag tappar mina kläder
Jag tappar värmen
grad för grad
Nu skakar Mina händer
värre varje dag
som cesium & syre
brinner Jag alldeles klart
& det känns som om
Jag glömt någonting kvar...
Refr.
Hon är vaken
Jag vet att hon är vaken
Jag är vaken
Hon vet att Jag är vaken
Vi är vakna
Visst syns det att Vi
vaknat nyss
och väntar...
Så nära känner lukten
nu kan Jag slappna av
& utanför på trappan
får frosten Dig att tappa tag
Det har hunnit bli oktober
nu fryser gräset & går av
& Jag hatar allt
som böjs & går av
Refr.
Tänk om Jag har fel
Jag kan ha fel...
Celsius by Kent (english)
How far away is sleep now
In between the sheets it´s cool
Hidden under blankets of plastic and cellophane blue
The temperature is rising
And I will fake a fever too
There are still so many things I wouldn´t do
I feel like I am naked
An emperor without his clothes
And still my hands are shaking
Broken with an overdose
On chemicals I´m burning
Drunk deadly and old
And still there´s something here
That leaves me cold
Chorus:
She´s awake now
I know that she´s awake now
I´m awake now
She knows that I´m awake now
We´re awake now
We know that it is over
And it is obvious now
Still we´re waiting
Close enough to smell it
Take a deep breath relax
Out upon the stairway
It´s frozen and it shines like glass
We´ve been sleeping through September
And we´re brittle as the frozen grass
And still I think I know I´m coming back
Chorus
What if I´m wrong?
I could be wrong...
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[12 Jun 2003|09:27pm] |
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islola - Kent |
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LOL, dont have anything to do, waiting for Lotts to call, I think she is talking to Martin, so I guess I will wait all night. ;)
yupp, dont know what to write.
night night!
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[12 Jun 2003|03:00pm] |
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Just like money - Kent |
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Kent are fucking brilliant! Everyone should get the chance to listen to this song!
Text / Just like money
Text: J. Berg
Musik: J. Berg
Skiva: Hagnesta Hill (engelsk version)
Uppdaterad: 000601
Just like money
I got a message from the screen subliminal
Like a sign saying no one cares no more
and all the networks and the TV stations
feed me lies and simple explanations
But they can't fool me
on the state of this nation love
Chorus:
You still need my hands to feel
You still need my heart to bleed
'Cause your lips taste just like money
You start a fire and it smells like chemicals
As you get higher you will hit the all time low
And does the networks and the TV stations
and the lies, the sex, the fake relations
tell you something about the state
of the nation love
Chorus:
You still need my hands to feel
You still need my heart to bleed
'Cause your lips taste just like money
Just like money...
Concrete high rise I need no pity
On the sky train cross this city
Jesus died and God's gone missing
Take your skin off it might fit me now
Love is dead and you're so pretty baby
You still need my hands to feel
You still need my heart to bleed
'Cause your lips taste just like money
You still need my lungs to breathe
You still need my eyes to see
'Cause your lips taste just like money
Just like money...
Just like money...
Just like money...
Just like money...
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[12 Jun 2003|01:13pm] |
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shit, still groggy...
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[12 Jun 2003|01:10pm] |
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Just like Money - kent |
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Yes! Finaly got a Blurty!
All grogged up on pain-killers for my knee.
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