This is it
No fancy sticky speaches
No prolonged fair goodbyes
No fresh blood for the leeches
No accusations of foul lies
No explainations that reaches
No tear filled eyes
No sweet tasting peaches
No devils in disguise
No over the line breeches
No lamenting lonly cries
No moral or pepped up preaches
No more blogposts to arise
...
I'm moving on to higher ground
at another place
with a new deck of cards
Thank you for reading
through good and bad times
for support and compliments
throughout the years
Maybe I'll see some of you again
Or not
It is up to you
No matter what
You all have my eternal love
/Cassow
Mean greenie, sweet Jeanie
Leaving little of a clue
in a messed up hullabaloo
you spread your wings and flew
like some malicious flu
only thinking what's best for you
to play with someone fun and new
Get a ticket, stand in queue
lie in green grass wet with dew
smelling beer fumes from a few
Write a hard rock concert review
that is bound to change my view
to something mean and skew
Wondering what was lie or true
those empty words now stuck like glue
I'm left feeling green or blue
and it's all because of you
A love and hate mixed up fondue
nothing matters now, we're through
...
Jag har all rätt att uttrycka sorg, ilska och uppgivenhet.
Det är bara en låttext inspirerad av den dystra, orättvisa verkligheten
och länken ovan. Mitt sätt att processbehandla ett trauma.
Mitt sätt att överleva.
/Cassow
dust rats and fat cats
left to rott or self combust
old shedded skin missed by none
unwanted rat of dusty dust
Scraps from cool stuff fate has spun
blown or sucked up by guilt or lust
ain't a ball full of skippity fun
no gold glimmery crust
You prophet of lusty woe
preaching the neggo word
shoe heels on tender toe
It's old news now we've heard
not all in life can be chateau
There's the thin, the fat
the cat in the hat
chasing round the squeaky rat
You can change the roles
and pick up the phone
kill two birds with only one stone
An inner struggle each day
sometimes to win, sometimes to fail
Some rely on God's plan and pray
some let others be there to avail
or let the chips fall where they may
Succumb, be dust, or fight and prevail
By fate, fluke, or your hand it will sway
/Cassow
Läs även andra bloggares åsikter om Självpepp, självömkan, pepp, poesi, lyrik
It's just a slip
I fell for my old ways of destruction
the reduction of my construction
today
It's just a flip
I disapear in my own abduction
a production of every little seduction
tonight
It's just a trip
I'm hostage of old habits reintroduction
this poisonous missconduction needs a suction
tomorrow
It's just a zip on my lip
I won't cause any further obstruction
from the deconstruction of my working instruction
yesterday
/Cassow
Deliverance
having all those good times in remembrance
I don't need any clairevoyance
to see when I just don't stand a chance
I just can't see why that is your stance
when I am doing all I can to maturely enhance
I won't keep leaning over ignorance
nor will I raise up the battle lance
I don't have that kind of preference
I wish I could give your needed deliverance
from all painfull, disturbing interference
I pray that your precious words of negligence
won't lead to lesser coherence
I just want to silently and caressingly dance
forever and ever in our sweet love romance
/Cassow
He's crazy like a fool, what about daddy cool
Oh my, oh no, looks like I've tipped his empty bottle traps
and once again, turned a spark into a flaming fight
"I'm so sorry I tumbled, let me pick up all these caps"
Sometimes sorry's enough, sometimes I taste his blight
"You clumsy dimwitt, now you got to make things right!"
If I'm not always careful, he may suddenly just snap
"Keep your voice down boy, stay within daddy's sight!
Sit still and give comfort, lay your head into my lap"
"You'll see tomorrow, things will be quite alright
Now now son, you just made daddy a bit sad
You really should watch your steps wearing that kite
daddy's got the fullest right to be a little bit mad"
It could be worse, he only shakes me -he would never smite
and he keeps reminding me, that I am his blood, he is my dad
But I always shiver, later on when he turns off the light
He cries high and caresses me, tell me I am his precious lad
Every time I'd go see him, the events would always be the same
Grandma takes care of me, untill he arrives in the dead of night
then crying and bashing - waking neighbours we are at shame
I am only a child, yet I want to help turn his life into a better bright
He is such a poor victim, and everyone else they are to blame
His bitternes festers, along with those cancer sticks he ignite
No matter what he does, he soon concludes it is all in vain
He lacks aspirations, says one day I will be like him - his insight
Then came that day when I stood up, next to him as a grown up man
I had watched him witter apart over the years, lived with eternal fright
I made a promise, to never again watch him drink another beer can
As he waved his fists at me, it was clear we would never again reunite
And I ran paniced and tearful that time, not to look back in my flight
And four years later today, an eternity don't seem long enough
No matter how he begs me, somethings you just can't rewrite
He finally managed, to destroy my trust and make me all rough
/Cassow
I'm not scared anymore. I just hate your guts.
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emo!
...Också en jävla natt att finna Placebo på.
The truth lies burried underneath a rock
What lies within
what lies ahead
who lies besides you
in your bed
What lies of sweetness
what lies of gold
who lies just like you
the words you sold
What lies in the future
what lies inside
who lies against you
unbridled bride
What lies in the past
what lies you confess
Who lies upon you
when you start to undress
What lies of convinience
what lies there beyond
what lies connects two
a sacred bond
What lies there hidden
what lies you said
what lies you lock up
inside your head
/Cassow
