Look at the win percentage, it’s so fucking beautiful.

I mean it’s like God came in your face.

Sigur Ros - Hoppipolla (Jumping in puddles)

brosandi
hendumst í hringi
höldumst í hendur
allur heimurinn óskýr
nema þú stendur

rennblautur
allur rennvotur
engin gúmmístígvél
hlaupandi inn í okkur
vill springa út úr skel

vindurinn
og útilykt af hárinu þínu
ég lamdi eins fast og ég get
með nefinu mínu

hoppípolla
í engum stígvélum
allur rennvotur (rennblautur)
í engum stígvélum

og ég fæ blóðnasir
en ég stend alltaf upp

og ég fæ blóðnasir
og ég stend alltaf upp

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..

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

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

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”

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.

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.   

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

Man, I really get riled up about football.