Att bli utmanövrerad är inte alltid ett nederlag. Bara livets rättvisa.

Ok. Jag ger mig. Jag månde vara en genial skrivtör, en sprudlande talare, en man som säger många kloka saker väldigt ofta. Jo, jag vet, kanske skryter jag, men fan, i det här med språk, historieberättande och få det jag vill ha sagt är jag fan ett geni.

Men. Andra gör det ännu bättre.

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Gonna try my best to get there But I can’t afford the bus fare.

I woke up sleeping on a train that was bound for nowhere.


Vissa saker betyder verkligen något. Även när en multimiljonär gör dem.


 

 

”The Dying Of The Light”

I keep on running but I can’t get to the mountain
Behind me lie the years that I’ve misspent
And I’ve been sinking like a flower in the fountain
When all the love I’m gonna need is heaven sentGonna try my best to get there
But I can’t afford the bus fare
And the storm that’s rolling over
Man, it makes me want to cry

[Chorus:]
And I was told
That the streets were paved with gold
And there’d be no time for getting old when we were young
But it’s alright
If you dance with me tonight
We’ll fight the dying of the light and we’ll catch the sun

I woke up sleeping on a train that was bound for nowhere
The echoes that I could hear were all my own
The world had turned and I’d become a stranger
And I’m tired of watching all the flowers turn to stone

’Cause I try my best to get there
But I can’t afford the bus fare
And the storm that’s rolling over
Man, it makes me want to cry

And the cold against my shoulder
When it comes on in the winter
And it seems to last forever
And it makes me want to,
It makes me want to cry

[Chorus:]
And I was told
That the streets were paved with gold
And there’d be no time for getting old when we were young
But it’s alright
If you dance with me tonight
We’ll fight the dying of the light and we’ll catch the sun

’Cause I try my best to get there
But I can’t afford the bus fare
And the storm that’s rolling over
Man, it makes me want to cry

[Chorus:]
And I was told
That the streets were paved with gold
And there’d be no time for getting old when we were young
But it’s alright
If you dance with me tonight
We’ll fight the dying of the light and we’ll catch the sun

And the cold against my shoulder
When it comes on in the winter
And it makes me want to cry

And the cold against my shoulder
And it seems to last forever
And it makes me want to,
It makes me want to cry

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Lifeless Dead.

Om någon skulle undra vad jag gör om dagarna. 2015-06-15 03:03:27 Varför nu någon skulle det. Men ändå. Jag har inte gjort något alls idag. För att sammanfatta det rätt bra. Hade sovit över hos tant mor i hennes iskalla lägenhet, handlade lite åt henne och åkte sedan hem. Sen har jag suttit här och …

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