Gravity

You hold me without touch.
You keep me without chains.
I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your reign.

Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity.
Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be.
But you're on to me and all over me.

Morgon

När morgonens sol genom rutan smyger,
glad och försiktig,
lik ett barn, som vill överraska
tidigt, tidigt en festlig dag --
då sträcker jag full av växande jubel
öppna famnen mot stundande dag --
ty dagen är du,
och ljuset är du,
solen är du,
och våren är du,
och hela det vackra, vackra,
väntande livet är du!

Karin Boye

Romantik

My love for Linton is the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I´m well aware. As winter changes the trees - my love for Heathcliff resmbles the eternal rocks beneath - a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff - he´s always, always in my mind - not as pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself - but as my own being - so don´t talk of our separation again, it is inpracticable.

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (en av mina favoritböcker)

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Maya Angelou

follow you into the dark

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

Still I Rise

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

 

Maya Angelou

Star Mile

The tide breaks

You watch the stars fade

They gather you back to their home

I guess it´s better than being alone

I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel To Be Free

I wish I knew how
It would feel to be free
I wish I could break
All the chains holding me
I wish I could say
All the things that I should say
Say 'em loud say 'em clear
For the whole round world to hear
I wish I could share
All the love that's in my heart
Remove all the bars
That keep us apart
I wish you could know
What it means to be me
Then you'd see and agree
That every man should be free

I wish I could give
All I'm longin' to give
I wish I could live
Like I'm longin' to live
I wish I could do
All the things that I can do
And though I'm way over due
I'd be starting a new

Well I wish I could be 
Like a bird in the sky
How sweet it would be
If I found I could fly
Oh I'd soar to the sun
And look down at the sea
Than I'd sing cos I know - yea
Then I'd sing cos I know - yea
Then I'd sing cos I know 
I'd know how it feels
Oh I know how it feels to be free
Yea Yea! Oh, I know how it feels
Yes I know 
Oh, I know
How it feels
How it feels
To be free

How To Be Alone

True colors

You with the sad eyes
Don't be discouraged
Oh I realize
Its hard to take courage
In a world full of people
You can lose sight of it all
And the darkness inside you
Can make you feel so small

But I see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow

Show me a smile then,
Don't be unhappy, can't remember
When I last saw you laughing
If this world makes you crazy
And you've taken all you can bear
You call me up
Because you know I'll be there

And I'll see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow

(When I last saw you laughing)
If this world makes you crazy
And you've taken all you can bear
You call me up
Because you know I'll be there

And I'll see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show

Your true colors
True colors
True colors
Shining through

I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow

Better (wo)man

As my soul heals the shame
I will grow through this pain
Lord I'm doing all I can
To be a better man

Svajar i min själ

Det måste ut för att hitta in 

Jag tror det svajar i min själ 

Det måste ut för att hitta in 

Det lönar sig..

Livet är helt fantastiskt. Fan vad bra. Man skulle kunna tro att jag går på droger men det gör jag inte. Jag har bara en sån sjuk känsla av klarhet, framtidstro, allt ordnar sig och jag inser så många saker om mig själv varje dag.. Den existentiella vandringen bär frukt kan man säga.

om du går ut i solen 
och sätter dig en stund 
för att natten blev så virrig 
för att känslorna gick runt 

för att jag aldrig nämnde 
att det du gör är bra 
och att jag är lika vilsen 
och för att jag aldrig sa 

jag fattar alltihop 
jag fattar alltihop 

om du sitter och skriver nu 
på långa kloka brev 
om vad vi hann och inte hann 
och allt som aldrig blev 

om citronerna och träden 
och långa vägar bort 
om tid som går och inte går 
om lust som kokar torrt 

jag fattar alltihop ... 

om du repar upp historien 
fast den är så dum 
om att klia tills det blöder 
på en och samma punkt 

det där var nån annan 
det där var inte jag 
förlåt tusen felsteg 
den enda som jag kunde vara 

jag fattar alltihop ...

If I had a boat..

Älskar denna låt...

Burn slow, burning up the back wall
long roads, where the city meets the sky
most days, most days stay the sole same
please stay, for this fear it will not die

If I had a boat, I would sail to you
hold u in my arms, ask you to be true
once I had a dream, it died long before
now I'm pointed north, hoping for the shore

down low, down amongst the thorn rows
weeds grow, through the lillies and the vine
birds play, try to find their own way
soft clay, on your feet and under mine
If I had a boat, I would sail to you
hold u in my arms, ask you to be true
once I had a dream, it died long before
now I'm pointed north, hoping for the shore
breaking at the seams
heaving at the brace
sheets all billowing
the breaking of the day
sea is not my friend
seasons they conspire
still I choose to swim
slip beneath the tide

once I had a dream
once I had a hope
that was yesterday
not so long ago
this is not the end
this is just the world
such a foolish thing
such an honest girl
If I had a boat, I would sail to you
hold u in my arms, ask you to be true
once I had a dream, it died long before
now I'm pointed north, hoping for the shore

brasiliansk inspiration

idag glittrar mina ögon mer
världen snurrar, allt ändrar sig i ett ögonblick
sökandet efter det befriande ljuset
jag ser, lär mig och är kapabel
att förvandla rädslan i något irrelevant
utan galler som begränsar mig

En tätort på en slätt

Det finns en tätort på en slätt.

ett kyrktorn sträcker sig mot himlen.

Som en tiggare under slummen.

Du ser det ifrån den stora vägen.

Om du reser dit i vår,

säg att jag gärna kommer åter.

Ifall allting är förlåtet.

Att man blir klokare med åren.

Om jag kommer dit igen har du en plats där jag kan vila?

Ett rum där jag kan känna att jag är någonstans ifrån.

Ett fönster vi kan sitta vid, & blicka ut mot ån.

A, jag ser skönheten i norr.

Säg till viola att hon lyser,

att hon var vackrare än sången.

Och att jag önskar att jag skrev den.

Fråga krigarna i väst,

var dom gömde sina byten.

Se om någon av dom kom undan,

och kanske lever av det ännu.

Om jag kommer dit igen har du en plats där jag kan vila?

Ett rum där jag kan känna att jag är någonstans ifrån.

Ett fönster vi kan sitta vid, & blicka ut mot ån.

Gå till huset med balkongen,

där järnvägsspåren ringer.

Under den varma svarta plåten,

har jag lämnat några drömmar.

Ändå lämnade jag allt,

man kunde låta tiden vara.

Det känns som andra sidan jorden,

vi kanske hade alla svaren.

Jag har kämpat med en dröm,

jag ville ringa brustna hjärtan.

Inga slitningar i blodet,

jag ville hitta söndermarken.

Lars Winnerbäck

Du min vän i livet

jag får nog hålla allt tillbaks 
det finns ingenting som räcker 
hjärtat kom aldrig till tals 
i ett block som bara läcker 

men ändå 
du, min vän i livet 
se hur kvällen brinner opp 
en enda sak är givet 
vi är två hjärtan 
i samma kropp 

om jag tappar allt igen 
det är möjligt att det händer 
det kan vara svårt att hitta hem 
från alla hav och alla länder 

men ändå 
du, min vän i livet 
se hur sommaren blir höst 
en enda sak är givet 
du bär min luft 
i ditt bröst

Lars Winnerbäck

It´s going to come out all right

It’s going to come out all right—do you know?
The sun, the birds, the grass—they know.
They get along—and we’ll get along.

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why (Sonnet XLIII)

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, 
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain 
Under my head till morning; but the rain 
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh 
Upon the glass and listen for reply, 
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain 
For unremembered lads that not again 
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. 
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree, 
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, 
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: 
I cannot say what loves have come and gone, 
I only know that summer sang in me 
A little while, that in me sings no more.

Keep on walking

I was aiming for the sky, 
ended up flat on the ground 
But once again the sun is rising, 
I better keep on walking 
Keep on walking

I have a long road ahead of me 
It's cloudy and dark it's hard to see 
Will I ever get through to the end? 
Been down this sling so many times before 
And I told myself I would do it no more 
Now I'm back on the same road again

I was aiming for the sky, 
ended up flat on the ground 
But once again the sun is rising, 
I better keep on walking 
Keep on walking

There's some twists and turns I've gotta clear 
But when I'm done the end will soon appear 
I can leave my troubles behind
I was aiming for the sky, 
ended up flat on the ground 
But once again the sun is rising, 
I better keep on walking 
Keep on walking

I never stopped believing 
I know what I should do, 
just let the light guide me through

I was aiming for the sky, 
ended up flat on the ground 
But once again the sun is rising, 
I better keep on walking 
Keep on walking

Förkortad version av mig, originalet av Salem Al Fakir förstås.. Words that hit home kan man väl säga.