søndag den 17. juli 2011

The Call - Lyrics

It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word

And then that word grew louder and louder
Till it was a battle cry

I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye

Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never
Been this way before

All you can do is try to know
Who your friends are
As you head off to the war

Pick a star on the dark horizon
And follow the light

You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say goodbye

You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say goodbye

Now we're back to the beginning
It's just a feeling and no one knows yet
But just because they can't feel it too
Doesn't mean that you have to forget

Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
Till they're before your eyes

You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say goodbye

You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say goodbye

"The Call" by Regina Spektor

mandag den 11. juli 2011

What does it mean?

I had a dream..
About a mermaid, an experiment gone wrong, and a dear friend..
I wonder what it means..

A mermaid was trapped in a tiny fish tank, for all to see, and she was being kept alive by a team of scientists. She needed care 24 hours a day, and was in a very bad shape. On her back she had something like a tattoo. It was a text.. A story.. A tale about her and her people. It was the secrets of the world below the surface of the sea. On the back of each shoulder she had a wing. Very small wings which were not created for flying. This was very interesting for the scientists. But there were only one scientist who cared for her. Who wished her well. And in that scientists absence, the other scientists forgot to keep a constant eye on the mermaid..
The mermaid dies..

An old stable is filled with horses. In the corner there is a speciel horse. It is grey and it has wings.. Huge beautiful white wings with a glow of a very pale red. But it is bound. And its stable was so small that the horse was not able to move an inch. The poor creature was locked and trapped in a cage which was crueller than a prison. It could not escape. It was caught in the corner. And tortured by the loss of its freedom.

A funeral. I feel sad but I don't pour a tear. I leave the funeral. I find myself in a room of concrete. It is small and cold. But I feel welcome there. I am supposed to be there. In the middle of the room, is a person hanging down from the ceiling. Not dead, but only barely alive. On wrists and ankles there is a chain of barbed wire. And that chain is connected with a yellow box. I turn the knob in the middle on the box and push down the button on top. The person hanging from the ceiling wrings his entire body in pain. Pain caused by the power which is sent through the wires. And I now know that the person in chains was the same person being buried..

I wonder what it all means.

søndag den 10. juli 2011

The Heart

He is in pain.. He is hurting.. He is being abused, violated and tortured..
I am hurting him..
I am not letting him breathe.. I am killing him from the inside.. I am letting him feel the fysical pain.. And I am letting him feel the mental pain. .
He is bound, and has no way out..
I am betraying him. .
I am deserting his trust and confidence in me.. I give him no hope to live by. . I am leaving him for an open hell and with a wish for death..
I wake up.. Feeling calm.. Feeling joy and happiness.. And with no fear of losing what I once loved..
Then i feel empty and complete at the same time.. And I know that my actions were driven by desire. "What desire?" you might ask.. Honestly, I wish I didn't know..