Skitdag

Dagen har varit fruktansvärd idag, allt som kunnat gå fel har gått fel. Men mer om det någon annan dag, när jag känner mig stark.

så här kommer istället en helt underbar låt, Soko - I'l kill her

So, of course, you are supposed to come tonight.
You are supposed to come tonight.
We'll have gone to the cinema
and after to this restaurant, the one you like in your street.
We'll have slept together,
have a night breakfast together.
And walking about together.
How beautiful is that!
You would have said 'i love you' in the cutest place on earth where some lullabies are dancing with the fairies.
I would have waited like a week or two but you never tried to reach me, no, you never call me back.

En vanlig dag

Jag vill börja med att be om ursäkt för mitt allt, minskande bloggande. Det är inte så att jag inte vill utan inte har lust, utan bara så att jag inte riktigt har orken efter en dag på jobbet.

Jag skall försöka beskriva en dag.

• 06.45 - Går upp, duschar och äter en snabb frukost
• 07.15 - Sätter mig i bilen för att köa och köra ut till Vigrestad eller Varhaug
• 09.00 - Framme hos första kunden
• 12.00 - Lunchdags, har nu hunnit med 3 kunder
• 17.00 - Sista kunden förhoppningsvis klar
• 17.15 - Fyllt i alla arbetsordrar och lämnat ifrå mig dem
• 18.00 - Tillbaka i Stavangers utkanter och Relacoms kontor och lager. Tittar på morgondagens arbetsordrar och fyller bilen med material.
• 18.30 - Handlar lite mat och så
• 18.45 - Hemma, dags för fritid (nej vänta lite nu, tidrapporteringen måsgte fyllas ut)
• 19.30 - Har precis ätit, dags för surfande och xboxspelande :D
  
• 23.00 - Läggdags

Missförstå mig nu inte, detta är verkligen ingen klagan. Jag trivs med mitt jobb och vill fortsätta. Vill bara försöka förklara varför det inte blir så mycket skrivet här på bloggen.

Man Cold

The Man Cold

Gamla minnen

In one single moment your whole life can turn 'round
I stand there for a minute starin' straight into the ground
Lookin' to the left slightly, then lookin' back down
World feels like it's caved in - proper sorry frown
Please let me show you where we could only just be, for us
I can change and I can grow or we could adjust
The wicked thing about us is we always have trust
We can even have an open relationship, if you must
I look at her she stares almost straight back at me
But her eyes glaze over like she's lookin' straight through me
Then her eyes must have closed for what seems an eternity
When they open up she's lookin' down at her feet

Dry your eyes mate
I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up
There's plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you've got to walk away now
It's over

So then I move my hand up from down by my side
It's shakin', my life is crashin' before my eyes
Turn the palm of my hand up to face the skies
Touch the bottom of her chin and let out a sigh
'Cause I can't imagine my life without you and me
There's things I can't imagine doin', things I can't imagine seein'
It weren't supposed to be easy, surely
Please, please, I beg you please
She brings her hands up towards where my hands rested
She wraps her fingers round mine with the softness she's blessed with
She peels away my fingers, looks at me and then gestures
By pushin' my hand away to my chest, from hers

Dry your eyes mate
I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up
There's plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you've got to walk away now
It's over

And I'm just standin' there, I can't say a word
'Cause everythin's just gone
I've got nothin'
Absolutely nothin'

Tryin' to pull her close out of bare desperation
Put my arms around her tryin' to change what she's sayin'
Pull my head level with hers so she might engage in
Look into her eyes to make her listen again
I'm not gonna fuckin', just fuckin' leave it all now
'Cause you said it'd be forever and that was your vow
And you're gonna let our things simply crash and fall down
You're well out of order now, this is well out of town
She pulls away, my arms are tightly clamped round her waist
Gently pushes me back and she looks at me straight
Turns around so she's now got her back to my face
Takes one step forward, looks back, and then walks away

Dry your eyes mate
I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up
There's plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you've got to walk away now
It's over

I know in the past I've found it hard to say
Tellin' you things, but not tellin' straight
But the more I pull on your hand and say
The more you pull away

Dry your eyes mate
I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up
There's plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you've got to walk away now.

The Streets - Dry You Eyes

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