the life and times of a pandroid

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NUhEjlUybZc

One of the greatest swedish pop songs of all time.

Håkan Hellström - Nu kan du få mig så lätt

Dom e uppe på taken
alla e högt över staden
Sommarn snurrar fort
när vi bara snöar bort
Å ja våga aldrig hålla din hand
Vi är inte sånna som i slutet får varann..

..Å alla bara pratar
‘e de sant’ och ‘ja har hört om dig’
Ja kommer aldrig tillbaka hit igen
Neonskyltar på gatorna
sänder ljus till mej å skatorna
Alla dansar, å ja tänker
e du också själv?
Var e du ikväll..

Vem kysste Elin
bakom ryggen på Marie,
var e den store poeten
som hon va förälskad i
Fanns de en plats
i hennes värld för två?
Snälla skicka ett vykort
för ja undrar så..

..Å ja undrar va som händer
i vår del av stan’
Vinden håller tal vid en hamburgebar
Den har blåst sig trött
å alla flickor har gått hem
Å du va sötade än dom
men ja slängde bort de igen
ja slängde bort nån slags vän..

De va så mörkt
den kvällen ja gick hem
ja hade hoppats på något, HOPPATS PÅ NÅGOOOT!

(hoppats på något, A-ha)

Om du vill ha mej,
nu kan du få mig så lätt

Om du vill ha mej,
nu kan du få mig så lätt

Om du vill ha mej,
nu kan du få mig så lätt

Om du vill nå mig,
nu kan du FÅ-Å-HÅ MEJ

Lura mej
nej,nej
va folk än säger..

Oh yeah right, I have a blog.

People are coming, people are going and I really don’t know what the fuck.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fFHmsgZig2U

Bob Dylan - I’m Not There

You should really see this movie, that’s all I’ll say.

(not complete lyrics)

Ev’ry thing’s all right
and then she’s all the time in my neighborhood
she cries both day and night
i know because it was there

it’s a milestone but she’s down on her luck
and the day makes her lonely
and it’s so hard to buck, i was there

i believe that she’d stop him if she would start to care
i believe that she’d look upon this side
and t’ care and i’d go by the something
when she’s on my way, but i don’t belong there

no i don’t belong to her
i don’t belong to anybody
she’s my prize forsaken angel
but she don’t care she cries
she’s a lone-hearted mystic and she can carry on

when i’m there, she’s all right
but she’s not when i’m gone
heaven knows that the answer she’s don’t call in no one
she’s a wave, a thing, beautiful she’s mine for the one

and i’m also hesitating by temptation lest it runs
which it don’t follow me
but i’m not there, i’m gone

now i’ll cry tonight, like i cried the night before
and i’ll feast on her eyes
but i’ll dream about the door
so long, jesus, savior, blind faith worth to tell
it don’t have consolation she’s my

i was born to love her
but she knows that the kingdom waits so high above her
and i run but i race
but it’s not too fast a pace

of cource i’ll not deceive her
i’m not there, i’m gone
it’s all about confusion and i cry for her

at the waterfront, this lively hour of the night, where the young people, who are so eager to grow up that they forget the things that never wanted to learn, roam, this is their hour.

and at the secluded part of the edge, this peaceful little hamlet of ours, you turn to me and say; “i don’t want to forget”

and in the deepest part of my mind i hear “of cource i’ll not deceive her, i’m not there, i’m gone”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PhOc0V-ES40

If I was a girl I would probably say something like ’oh make love to me bob dylan’, but since I’m a heterosexual white male I’ll just say ‘damn nigga dis song be dope’.

Bob Dylan - I Want You

The guilty undertaker sighs,
The lonesome organ grinder cries,
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you.
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn,
But it’s not that way,
I wasn’t born to lose you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.

The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep,
They wait for you.
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin’ from my broken cup
And ask me to
Open up the gate for you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.

Now all my fathers, they’ve gone down
True love they’ve been without it.
But all their daughters put me down
‘Cause I don’t think about it.

Well, I return to the Queen of Spades
And talk with my chambermaid.
She knows that I’m not afraid
To look at her.
She is good to me
And there’s nothing she doesn’t see.
She knows where I’d like to be
But it doesn’t matter.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.

Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit,
He spoke to me, I took his flute.
No, I wasn’t very cute to him,
Was I?
But I did it, though, because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And because time was on his side
And because I . . .
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.

As I write this, the 9th of July turns into the 10th, and I am suddenly a year older. 21… I have always liked that number, for some reason I don’t know.

It was a while since I wrote something with substance in this blog: I guess youtube links and incoherent ramblings about stuff doesn’t count to you but fuck you, this is my blog and I write whatever the fuck I want.

So, you might ask yourselves, has anything interesting happened in the life of pandroid? Well, I have quit my job, so I’m unemployed right now. But don’t feel sorry for me, I hated that fucking place. All the reasons that made me stay there are gone, and I came to the conclusion that I only stayed there to have someplace to go to. Now, finally free from that place, I can now try to get on with my life, to find something better. And you know, everything is better than ripping people of on the phone. Fuck telemarketing. Never again.

But I shouldn’t be like that. I have alot to thank that place for. Before my time there, I mostly sat at home infront of the computer, only going out to get out to buy cigarettes or drinking with a few friends. Or to smoke pot. But then I got a haircut and a job, and I got to know a lot of different and wonderful people. And that was nice, but now that time is over and honestly, I don’t miss it. It’s time to turn a new page.

Now I’m going to sleep, then party like a motherfucking rockstar.   

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lpLeP7FSsVM

I’m feeling nostalgic tonight.

Ceasars - Over ‘fore it started

The summer is here, but I’m just sitting in my room
I’m sitting wondering if you think of me as I think of you
I’m lost without you, you don’t know what I’m gonna do

When I had you, well I won’t ever realize
Know I blew it, and I’ll never get another chance
Now the summer is here, and you’re with somebody else

Now that you’re gone, I don’t know if I can carry on
Sorry ’bout the things that I’ve done
I know that it was over ‘fore it started

I have got you’re number, but I haven’t got the guts to call
Know it’s up to me, but I just stare at the wall
Know it’s useless, I should just forget it all

When I was with you, I never took you seriously
When you told me you’d had it and that you would leave
I said that well baby, noones better of alone

Now that you’re gone, I don’t know if I can carry on
Sorry ’bout the things that I’ve done
I know that it was over ‘fore it started

The summer is here, but I’m just sitting in my room
I’m Sitting wondering if you think of me as I think of you
I’m lost without you, I don’t know what I’m gonna do

Now that you’re gone, I don’t know if I can carry on
Sorry ’bout the things that I’ve done
I know that it was over ‘fore it started

Now that you’re gone, I don’t know if I can carry on
Sorry ’bout the things that I’ve done
I know that it was over ‘fore it started
Over ‘fore it started
Over ‘fore it started
Over ‘fore it started

Fuck. You. Russia.

Man, I really get riled up about football.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1FHIP4mLxQ

I used to hate this song when it became a hit a couple of years ago, because I thought it was just some one hit wonder shit. Now I love it. Things change I guess.

Peter, Bjorn & John - Young Folks

If i told you things i did before
told you how i used to be
would you go along with someone like me
if you knew my story word for word
had all of my history
would you go along with someone like me

i did before and had my share
it didn’t lead nowhere
i would go along with someone like you
it doesn’t matter what you did
who you were hanging with
we could stick around and see this night through

and we don’t care about the young folks
talkin’ ’bout the young style
and we don’t care about the old folks
talkin’ ’bout the old style too
and we don’t care about their own faults
talkin’ ’bout our own style
all we care ’bout is talking
talking only me and you

usually when things has gone this far
people tend to disappear
no one will surprise me unless you do

i can tell there’s something goin’ on
hours seems to disappear
everyone is leaving i’m still with you

it doesn’t matter what we do
where we are going too
we can stick around and see this night through

and we don’t care about the young folks
talkin’ ’bout the young style
and we don’t care about the old folks
talkin’ ’bout the old style too
and we don’t care about their own faults
talkin’ ’bout our own style
all we care ’bout is talking
talking only me and you

and we don’t care about the young folks
talkin’ ’bout the young style
and we don’t care about the old folks
talkin’ ’bout the old style too
and we don’t care about their own faults
talkin’ ’bout our own style
all we care ’bout is talking
talking only me and you
talking only me and you

talking only me and you
talking only me and you

Euro Cup 2008 is really bad for my economy.

Where is my fucking tax refund?

Lot of of birthdays soon, ending with my own.

I’m trying to cut back on the smoking.

Great weather and late nights out makes that hard though.

I pretty gramatically incorrect right now.

That doesn’t mean I’m drunk though.

Or stupid.

Just indifferent.

Work sucks right now.

I need to get out of town for a while.

Maybe clear my head a bit.

Not that I’m depressed or anything.

But sometimes you just need some alone-time.

A hundred years of solitude, read it.