the life and times of a pandroid

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFjKALF454g

I’m talking to someone, it’s 3:30 am in the morning.

Mew - 156

From my boat I can see your house.
And when the lights are on
I can watch you move.
Hear the wind whispering your name.
Twice the encouragement
Of the real you.

Callie, if you really want me to
I can always get you down
If you got the money for me.
Callie, in the summer rain
You will be kept dry, you see,
If you got the money for me.
Making amends for distant wrong
Sincere

You can run away,
Leave your books behind you.
But you should look back twice,
just to be on the safe side.

From my boat I can see your house.
But now the lights are off,
And there is no one home.
You are just like an avalanche,
Cold as I might have guessed.
But at least I’m covered up for now.

In a big big way
I am really small,
I get off my feet
but I’m still distant.
Don’t you just love goodbyes?
Don’t you just love goodbyes?

Callie, let us get it over it,
I can always get you down,
If you’ve got the money for me.
Most of our lives we try so hard,
to find the time

I won’t care for you,
like I’m really supposed to.
There are things I’ll do
that could really hurt you.
Don’t you just love goodbyes?
Don’t you just love goodbyes?
156. Don’t you just love goodbyes?
156 Don’t you just love goodbyes?
156 Don’t you just love goodbyes?
156 Don’t you just love goodbyes?
156 Don’t you just love goodbyes?
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Today has been a slow day, I mean really slow. I had a day of from work, but I regret not going there anyway. I have been so incredible bored, that I can’t remember what I have done today. The day just ran away… There has been something wrong with MSN, so no talking to friends online. My cell has been quiet all day, no one called me today, and I couldn’t be assed to call anyone myself. It feels like I have been stuck in a plastic bubble, and that the rest of the world just kept on spinning, while everything remained the same in my little plastic world. You know those photos taken with long exposure, where one thing is solid while the rest of whatever things that are moving are… like a line of red paint on a white wall. That’s my bubble day.

Metaphores are not my strong side right now. Neither am I good at explaining stuff. It may be the lack of cigarettes. The lack of things to do. Or maybe it’s just one of these days. But, shit, it’s saturday now. It’s a whole new day. Let’s go say hello.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7sei-eEjy4g

Is M.I.A the shit? I really think so, because when I listen to this song, I just want to fucking bounce.

[x2]
I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make ‘em all day
I get one down in a second if you wait[x2]
Sometimes I think sitting on trains
Every stop I get to I’m clocking that game
Everyone’s a winner now we’re making that fame
Bonafide hustler making my name

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lwYUqgZVlrs&feature=related

Did I mention that I love french music? Well, in case you didn’t know, I do. This is Les Cowboys Fringants, a band from Québec in Canada.

Les Cowboys Fringants - En Berne

Chu n “dins” annes soixante-dix
Dans un Qubec en plein changement
O l’emblme de la fleur de lys
Donnait un peu d’espoir aux gens
Mais quand je r’garde ca aujourd’hui
Chu donc pas fier de ma patrie
A dort au gaz dins bungalows
Le cul assis su’l statut quo
En s’gavant de tlromans
Et des talks-shows les plus stupides
Se laissant mourir su’l divan
Avec leur petit air candide
Dans ce royaume de la poutine
On s’complait dans’ mdocrit
Bien satisfaits de notre routine
Et du bonheur pr-fabriqu
“Prendrais-tu un p’tit gratteux?”
Me dit l’caissier au dpanneur
“Enweye le gros, sors ton p’tit deux
Tre millionnaire c’est le bonheur”
Y’s’met rever le samedi
Qu’y va p’t'etre quitter son taudis
Espre toujours maudit moron
T’as une chance sur quatorze millions
Dans l’stationnement du casino
Un gars s’tire une balle dans la tete
Ayant tout “flob” son magot
Y’avait pu trop l’coeur la fete
Mais l’gouvernement s’en balance
Y’s’nourrit meme les gamblers
En exploitant leur dpendance
Un peu comme le f’rait un pusher
Si c’est ca l’Qubec moderne
Ben moi j’mets mon drapeau en berne
Et j’emmerde tous les bouffons qui nous gouvernent!
Si tu reves d’avoir un pays
Ben moi j’te dis qu’t'es mal parti
T’as ben plus de chances de gagner ‘ loterie…
On a t pendant des annes
Un petit peuple de yes-man
Qui marchait les fesses serres
Quand arrivait le foreman
Aujourd’hui ca’ un peu chang
Les gars sont tous syndiqus
A jase trois-quatre autour d’une pelle
En r’gardant le plus jeune faire du zle
Mais faudrait pas s’rjouir trop vite
On est encore des porteurs d’eau
la solde des gens de l’lite
Et des pleins d’marde en tuxedo
Quand l’boss d’une grosse corporation
Ferme son usine en Gaspsie
Te d’mandera pas ton opinion
Y’ va t’slaquer sans t’dire merci!
Un robineux quete dans la rue
Au pied d’un grand building en verre
Y va passer inapercu
la sortie des actionnaires
C’qui compte pour eux c’est les revenus
Et non les problmes de la terre
“C’pas d’ma faute si t’es un trou d’cul
Moi l’important c’est que j’prospre”
Et l’premier-ministre fait semblant
Qui s’en fait pour les pauvres gens
Alors qu’on sait qu’y est au service
Des fortuns et d’leurs business
L’environnement, la pauvret
‘pas des sujets prioritaires
On n’entend pas beaucoup parler
Derrire les portes des ministres
Si c’est ca l’Qubec moderne
Ben moi j’mets mon drapeau en berne
Et j’emmerde tous les bouffons qui nous gouvernent!
Si t’es content de ce pays
Ben ca mon homme c’est ton avis
Tu dois etre le PDG d’une compagnie
Quand on apprend que dans le nord
Y’s’passe de quoi d’pas catholique
Que nos forets sont mises mort
A jase dans l’opinion publique
Deux s’maines et ca sombre dans l’oubli
L’histoire est morte et enterre
Et dans le parc d’la Vrendrye
Ils continuent tout raser
C’est ca l’problme de ma patrie
Y’a pas personne pour s’indigner
Contre la fausse dmocratie
Qui sert les riches et les banquiers
Dans cette contre peuple d’ignares
‘Faut pas trop s’rappeler d’son histoire
Ici y’a juste les plaques de char
Qu’y ont encore un ti-peu d’mmoire…
Si c’est ca l’Qubec moderne
Ben moi j’mets mon drapeau en berne
Et j’emmerde tous les bouffons qui nous gouvernent!
Si c’est ca qu’t'appelles une nation!
Probable que tu sois assez con
T’es mr pour te prsenter aux lections…
Si c’est ca l’Qubec moderne
Ben moi j’mets mon drapeau en berne
Si c’est ca l’Qubec moderne
Ben moi j’mets mon drapeau en berne

There hasn’t been much to write about lately. I’ve been sick for a while, so I have not worked anything this week. Well, to be honest, I was way to hungover this thursday, and yesterday (friday) I was just lazy. I was out partying on wednesday evening, and I was just supposed to drink a little and then go home, but that evening of casual drinking turned into kickass party that ended about 5 o’clock on thursday morning. I had about three hours of sleep before I decided to just take the train home, still kind of drunk. Today I went to take a cup of coffee or ten at a cafe with a girl I know, and we where later joined by some other people. What was interesting was that almost all of them where gay or bisexual, and this was a fun experience for me, since I don’t know any gay people. But I have nothing against homosexuals, because for me it’s all about love, regardless of gender. And they where all nice people, and we had a good time.

So, that’s have kinda been my life these last days. I really don’t have anything else to say.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FR30W1B-Zrs

Since it is spring, the sun shines, and I’m going to party tonight, let’s listen to some Tough Alliance. Evertime I listen to these guys, I get that wonderful feeling of warm summer nights, friends and love. They are seriously of one the best Swedish pop groups today.

The Tough Alliance - Holiday

Couldn’t care less what price I gotta pay
Everyday with you is like a holiday
I don’t give a flyin’ fuck whatever people say
Nothing can keep me from my holiday, my holiday

I’m sick and tired of the games they play
Everyday with you is like a holiday
And when you call on me I come with no delay
Nothing can keep me from my holiday, my holiday

I bless your name for letting me get away
Everyday with you is like a holiday
And when I hear your voice I’m far beyond okey
Nothing can keep me from my holiday, my holiday 

What’s the most effective way to cure a cold? I have no idea, but sitting outside and drinking whisky is probably not the best way, which is what I’m going to do tonight. I’ve been home alone, and sick, for almost a week, since my family went on vacation. So it’s going to be nice to go out and meet some friends for a change. And spring is here, the weather is fantastic so hopefully it won’t be that cold. And if it gets cold, well that’s why whisky was invented. So hopefully I’m going to have a good time.

Let’s get it on. I’m going to get so fucking smashed. I can’t wait.