Jag skickar skriver låttexter och postar i parti och minut till Stry. Som får göra vad han vill med dem. Hoppas han gör det! Delar med mig av en som ändras hela tiden, den bara vill ändras hela tiden, jag kan liksom inte styra det. Men så här ser den ut precis nu. Man får kalla det oredigerat. Eller "rambling". Eftersom jag är så bra på det. I'm rambling. Men det får vara så, jag skriver ju i alla fall
Rambling, definition of (of speech or writing - lacking a coherent plan; diffuse and disconnected)
Rambling, definition of (of speech or writing - lacking a coherent plan; diffuse and disconnected)
Strange City
I´m spreading wishing
notes
all over the street
It scatters like smoke
the streets -
the rain
the cars
the women
A Strange City:
The trains, so many trains
cars can fly, they do
they do
in a Strange City
A Strange Tounge
Roaming the streets
and up a hill
they live here, they do
Down The Underground
and train, trains, trains
I don't know where
it takes me
( around?)...
I don't know where to go
nor to stay
I don't know how to sleep
I´m spreading those notes
- wishing notes
they scatter like snow
(they scatter like snow)
The streets
the air
the prams
the women
making wishing notes
for me to spread out
They scatter like dust
they scatter like dust
A Strange City
A Strange Tounge
I don't know anybody here