Söndag treminuterövertio
Det ska bli en bra söndag har jag bestämt. Utan ångest eller dåligt samvete. Tiden ska gå och utan solens hjälp ska jag genomföra och avsluta dagen med en känsla av välbefinnande. Jag ska vara lika munter som en elektrisk munk på en uttråkad häst eller som en korrekt utplacerad tegelsten i en fabriksvägg.
Medan jag letar efter harmoni kan ni läsa Nick Caves eminenta lyrik:
"Take a little walk to the edge of town, go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms like a bird of doom, as it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires, in the humming wires,
Hey man you know you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with a red right hand.
He'll wrap you in his arms tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all the dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy.
He'll reach deep into your soul, steal your shrinking soul
but there wont be a single thing that you can do
He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name though this disapearing land
But hidden in his coat is a red right hand
You dont own no money? He'll get you some
You don't have no car? he'll get you one
You dont have no self respect you feel like an insect,
Well dont you worry buddy coz here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio and the bowery and the slums
A shadow is cast whereever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his red right hand
You'll see him in your nightmares, you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of no where but he aint what he seems
You'll see him in your head, on the TV screen
And hey buddy, Im warning you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan
designed and directed by his red right hand"
Medan jag letar efter harmoni kan ni läsa Nick Caves eminenta lyrik:
"Take a little walk to the edge of town, go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms like a bird of doom, as it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires, in the humming wires,
Hey man you know you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with a red right hand.
He'll wrap you in his arms tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all the dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy.
He'll reach deep into your soul, steal your shrinking soul
but there wont be a single thing that you can do
He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name though this disapearing land
But hidden in his coat is a red right hand
You dont own no money? He'll get you some
You don't have no car? he'll get you one
You dont have no self respect you feel like an insect,
Well dont you worry buddy coz here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio and the bowery and the slums
A shadow is cast whereever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his red right hand
You'll see him in your nightmares, you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of no where but he aint what he seems
You'll see him in your head, on the TV screen
And hey buddy, Im warning you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan
designed and directed by his red right hand"
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När Magnus har tråkigt ser det ut enligt nedan (läs nerifrån och upp):
What good am I?
Det går inte en dag utan att jag tänker att jag bör skriva saker i den. Bloggen. Jag skulle behöva en högre lägstanivå, ett konstant flyt av bra idéer. Men vad har jag? Fragmentariska tankar, obrukbara meningar och ett haltande språk.
Men misslyckandet är vackert, så oerhört smärtande vackert.
ALF - Alien Life Form
Tv-serien såg jag i min barndom. Jag tror den har präglat mig på något sätt. Köpte denna tidning för 1kr i gamla stan. Det var allt den var värd tyckte butiksägaren. En bit av min barndom för 1kr. Skamligt. Men billigt.
Först Skrotnisse, sen Alf. Kanske är jag något på spåren. Vadan härnäst?
