onsdag den 14. maj 2014














WORK.

I worked for hundreds of years
For some rich men I still serve
Freedom just got too exclusive
Like I sing like I really don’t care

Still dreaming for thousands of years
Dreams of all the rich men’s pleasures
Take a last breath and get in the grave
A life with no questions and no answers

Out there among the thousands of stars
Time travel faster than I could ever imagine
So many money and dirty tricks to be spend
Fly me up on rockets to the never lasting end

Work for some rich men who got all powers
Burn me up dying for some real bad ideas
Love or hate is not just such an easy thing
But no I can't wait to buy all of your dreams

Don’t get too excited and claim your rights
Find a man to marry get daughters and sons
Shipping companies transporting goods
Now you’ll work for thousands of years.















mandag den 21. januar 2013


















Modern Up
Modern Down
Modern Art
Modern Clowns

Modern Assholes
Modern Bitch
Modern Murder
Modern Creeps

Modern Life
Modern Shit
Modern Truth
Modern Puke

Modern Lunch
Modern Kiss
Modern Views
Modern Hips

Modern Blood
Modern Brain
Modern Nothing
Modern Insane

Modern Hair
Modern Law
Modern Now
Modern Sick
















torsdag den 1. november 2012










in a child’s bed
in a spiders web
in a genius head
in an organic reset
in the possibilities
of a reincarnation
trying to avoid it
is impossible
like an atmospheric pressure
in a well of emptiness
in a child’s . . .









tirsdag den 9. oktober 2012








Mr. go away!

Mr. Diamond.
Mr. Gold.
Mr. Dotcom.
Mr. Hole.

Mr. Bono.
Mr. Boner.
Mr. Sunny.
Mr. Bold.

Mr. President.
Mr. Holy Ghost.
Mr. Love.
Mr. Old.

Mr. Dirt.
Mr. Clean.
Mr. Control.
Mr. Asshole.

Mr. Nazi.
Mr. Money.
Mr. Life.
Mr. Death.

Mr. Known.
Mr. Sells.
Mr. Hell.
Mr. go away!






















lørdag den 25. august 2012













GENERATOR.

Generator One
Fun Fun Fun

Generator Two
You You You

Generator Three
We We We

Generator Four
More More More

Generator Five
I Am Still Alive

Generator Six
Mix Mix Mix

Generator Seven
Heaven Heaven Heaven

Generator Eight
Hate Hate Hate

Generator Nine
Fine Fine Fine

Generator Ten
Undo It All Again.




















tirsdag den 15. maj 2012


















A hundred of years
And millions of crying.

Thousands of years
An ocean of tears.

Blood sweet and thick
As chocolate and milk.

A crocodile kill and eat
Of hunger with no fears.

A crocodile don’t spill
No crocodile tears.





























onsdag den 25. april 2012









no danger 
in this
modern world

no bones 
or love
are cracked 

nothing’s a fake
nor burning 
or controlled

nothing changed
no one to blame
everything’s a fact















fredag den 3. februar 2012














I am not The Beatles.

I am not time or life.

I break some hearts.

Blame it on the floors.

Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.

Got no witness!














fredag den 20. januar 2012

torsdag den 12. januar 2012


















Friheds Konvoj.

Skænding af faldenes lig
Og et hundrede lastbiler

Skyd ikke rytteren
Men skyd hesten

Bombe Iran til bidder
Unaturlige ting for tiden

Spis dit tørre brød
Olie og gas resurser

Den store britiske verden
Bruger kunden

Brændt gummi
De knibler din hjerne

Mennesket er af det onde
Og 1000 gange før set

(stjålet og skrevet)
































fredag den 6. januar 2012

onsdag den 28. december 2011













Cultural Neutral And No Dependence.


There is a thousands of years between all the words and split seconds in millions of light years.

































onsdag den 14. december 2011










Brain Tumor.
Brain Bug.  
Brain Attack.
Brain Death.

Brain Dealing.
Brain Shock.
Brain Damage.
Brain Waste.

Brain Palpitation.
Brain Child.
Brain Disease.
Brain Less.

Brain Beat.
Brain Failure.
Brain Aid.
Brain Fuck.

Brain Cock.
Brain Rock.
Brain Gagged.
Brain Bob.



















fredag den 9. december 2011
















Standard & Poor’s.

This child got bleeding hands.
And no good credit for money.

No soul or nationality.
All benefit for the wrongs.

So this land is drying up.
Just a problem for the living.

This has no meaning.
And I don’t care at all.

Now my heart runs dry.
And this is not a song.