Söndagsnatt: regn
skrev jag för länge sen
och talade om hur jag ville dyka ner från fönstret för din skull
Nu regnar det igen, fast i en annan tidsrymd, och ett annat Du vissnar bort på mina läppar
Nu regnar det över Västerbron, doftar regnasfalt
Över söderskorstenar, doftar regnrök
Över vatten, över båtar som sover under regntäcket och
över mig
intrasslad i vita drömmar vaknar jag med regndroppar på kinden - har det regnat in i rummet eller har jag bara regnat bort?
Det är söndagsnatt, det är regn, och jag är inte tretton år längre
jag löses inte upp till lycka lika lätt
för lite vatten
Samma hud sover mot samma lakan men jag kastar inte ut min kärlek vilt genom fönstret längre, som ett hjältesjälvmord mot kullerstenen
den har bytts ut mot blött grus, mälarvatten och ett regnigt Reimersholme
Där jag stoppar mina infall under madrassen och sover ihjäl dem
Som om jag vore rädd att dränkas annars
That's how it works
"I know how this works,
first i put on my dress and when the coffee's ready
i'm going downstairs with a smile, it's no big deal, really.
i'm a good liar most of the time,
i'm good at watching my back and saying everything's fine.
i'm a family person, my horoscope says
and i'm moody and selfish
and every time the phone rings i either
hope it's you or not for me.
i'm not here, really. i'm out fishing, washing my sins away
call me when you get this, by then i won't remember anything i said
and i'll imagine how you look like at the other end,
how you let your beard grow to shape your jaw,
we're our own peace between the wars
and what we'd do and how we'd feel fine,
quoting adam and eve most of the time.
i'm right here in the middle of everything i was,
i slip into old habits, sometimes at night i hear the clicking of my claws on the floor
before my shadow slips out the front door
and the sun shines on me, i fit into the
smallest size, all bubbly and shiny and dolled up for paradise."
first i put on my dress and when the coffee's ready
i'm going downstairs with a smile, it's no big deal, really.
i'm a good liar most of the time,
i'm good at watching my back and saying everything's fine.
i'm a family person, my horoscope says
and i'm moody and selfish
and every time the phone rings i either
hope it's you or not for me.
i'm not here, really. i'm out fishing, washing my sins away
call me when you get this, by then i won't remember anything i said
and i'll imagine how you look like at the other end,
how you let your beard grow to shape your jaw,
we're our own peace between the wars
and what we'd do and how we'd feel fine,
quoting adam and eve most of the time.
i'm right here in the middle of everything i was,
i slip into old habits, sometimes at night i hear the clicking of my claws on the floor
before my shadow slips out the front door
and the sun shines on me, i fit into the
smallest size, all bubbly and shiny and dolled up for paradise."
Upptåget
och jag tyckte jag såg samförstånd i dina ögon
Erasing
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd
- Alexander Pope
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd
- Alexander Pope
