Don’t you never try to
Look behind my eyes
You don’t wanna know
What they have seen
FVZ
Don’t you never try to
Look behind my eyes
You don’t wanna know
What they have seen
FVZ
Bow down before the one you serve
You’re going to get what you deserve.
NIN
You can’t run a country by a book of religion. Not by a heap or a lump or a smidgen, of foolish rules of ancient date, designed to make you all feel great, while you fold spindle & mutilate, those unbelievers from a neighboring state.
FZ- Dumb All Over
Din hverdag er et non-stop liveshow
Hvor samme scene spilles om & om igen
Sangtekster
Jeg ved ikke rigtig hvor
Men jeg fornemmer klart du er her et sted
Godt gemt af vejen i kulissen
Står du muligvis & lytter med
& Det er dig praktisk talt umuligt ikke at
Høre hvad jeg si’r
For væggene i huset her er tyndere end
Pergamentpapir
Du eksisterer på roulader
& Når bølgerne en sjælden gang går højt
Står den på dåsekarbonader
Skyllet ned med noget giftiggrønt sprøjt
& Du er så gennemsyret usund
Uden at vide det selv
& Fuldstændig til rotterne
Men menneske trods alt alligevel
Du er det ensomste væsen verden endnu
Har set & ligeså munkeagtig trist som selve
Dalai Lama fra Tibet
& Har et mer’ forkvaklet sexliv end
Walt Disney’s Mickey Mouse
& Kontakter kun det modsatte køn via Penthouse
Jeg ka’ høre en Super 8 smalfilmsfremviser der tikker
& Forventer hvert øjeblik den dumbe lyd af en ladt pistol der klikker
De kører den ene x-ray movie af lige efter den anden
Af en type der med lethed ku’ skabe mer’ end blot panik i Cannes
Din hverdag er et non-stop liveshow
Hvor samme scene spilles om & om igen
Du ka’ din rolle udenad samt hvert et stikord
Lige netop til den
Men du har tacklet dit talent med
Meningsløs repetition & evner ikke længere
Af samme grund at være noget for nogen
Sangskrivere: C.v. Jørgensen / Carsten Vallentin Jorgensen / René Wulff
My friend, don’t confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them. These Days, Jackson Browne
My love’s like a garbage truck
Get wasted and I’ll pick you up
L7-Garbage Truck
Well, got my head straight on that day hike. How an avant-garde jazz post ended up here? Oh well.
My Dad used to say; “Tomorrow is another day”.
He was only wrong once.
In honor of 4/20:
“And I’m down to seeds and stems again, too”
Commander Cody
One of my all time fav tunes.
In honor of Lowell George and Little Feat:
Don’t bogart that joint my friend, pass it on over to me.
…and yes I do know it is not on this LP, but I happen to like it anyways.
A great cover photo.
You were pumping irons as I was pumping irony.
Heaven Knows - Plant’s best poetry in my opinion.
When I catch a common cold,
Want to hear a saxophone.
James Taylor
won’t you pour me a Cuban Breeze, Gretchen
I know my days are numbered, but I’m bad at math.
Middle Brother
I have often walked down this street before
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before
All at once am I several stories high
Knowing I’m on the street where you live
They say compassion is a virtue. But I don’t have the time.
Talking Heads
She’s my Circle K girl, she’s the best in the world
She makes my favorite sundaes with sprinkles and swirls
She does it alright so it won’t make me hurl
The Lemons