Déjà vu

Julia: Jamen Nina, bara du kollar så att han inte gör du vet vad i soffor och så...
Jag: Va?
Julia: Ja, du behöver ju inte bekymra dig så mycket över att han är irländare - de kan inte vara sådana allihopa.
Jag: Mmmm
Julia: Och se till att ta reda på vad han heter i efternamn.
Jag: Ja, det verkar ju spela en viss roll.
Julia: Precis min tanke.

Fiddler's Green – The Night Pat Murphy Died

Buddha

Så sätter du ord på det hela genom din förbluffade tystnad och allt känns så där klart och förståeligt igen. Så påminner du mig om vem jag är och vart jag kommer ifrån bara sådär, genom att inga stora ord behöver sägas - vi är bara ett vi i ett nu som ingen av oss trivs med, men vi minns plötsligt att vi alltid håller varandras händer; över hav, genom mil och trots alla de timmar som vi inte sitter vid ditt köksbord och dricker te och röker Marlboro. Och jag älskar dig så mycket att jag tappar andan, och du känner mig så väl att jag tänker att du vet vem jag är mer än jag vet vem jag är just nu. Min tillit är fullständig, min kärlek villkorslös. Genom dig får jag styrkan att omfamna tanken: Nina, get on with it.

Du är den vackraste själen jag känner.

Julie London – Fly Me to the Moon (In Other Words)

Billy

Once upon a time there was a boy. He had the deepest voice imaginable and he stammered when he asked me:

"Are you coming tonight?"

He would bake cakes without recipes, he would get lost for hours on Wikipedia, keep fancy books in his bookcase just in case someone was watching and he would make soap that reminded me of the ocean. He was a boy who's phone remained silent on his birthday, he was a boy who's voice broke a bit when he told me that his father sent an empty birthday card to celebrate the day.

"At least I can reuse it and sent it to someone else."

His surface was hard and shiny, but his hands gentle. He would take my face between his large hands and smile at me and pull me close:

"You say the most amazing things, Nina."

He was a boy who would stand on the doorstep of his house and silently watch me walk down the street to catch the bus: 

"Baby, do you have enough money for the fare?"

(His hand remained lifted like a picture frozen in time, after blowing me a kiss).

He was a boy I could have loved if he would have let me. A boy that made different variations of peach cake simply because I adore peaches. A boy lost. A boy down. A Peter Pan who would not grow up because it hurt too much. 

He remains on stage. He remains alone. He remains as he is. In torment, in turmoil. 

My broken Billy. 

Tom Waits – Downtown Train

Wina

I remember that morning - the sunlight streaming in through your window. The world was right, the world was at ease, my voice muffled against your chest as I said: "Good morning, morning, I think I may be Chinese today!" You chuckled and offered me a bacon sandwich, but yet we remained as we were until the train threatened to leave us behind. I put my cardigan on only to find you standing there in front of me, the pale morning light hitting your body like a spotlight: "Wina, I want a picture of you just as you are now." And I felt suddenly shy, suddenly 15 again - tilting my head down from the relentless white light of the Thursday morning. Your fingers gently touched my chin, lifted my face upwards and: Klick - a young girl stared back at me. A mass of hair and beaming, iridescent eyes. And I realized then that this was love. I realized then that you never know why, sometimes it's just a given.  I fed you  berries on the way to the train station. (A fork sticking out of the pocket of my leather jacket.) And when you kissed me goodbye amongst the throngs of stressing commuters I had absolutely no idea that you would break my heart.

Oscar Isaac – Fare Thee Well (Dink's Song)

Fearlessness

I'm swinging in the trapezoidal. I'm not ready to let go yet, but inch by inch my fingers are beginning to trust that I can land safely no matter what. I am aware of my fear, but the world is so breathtaking and luminous from above that it takes my breath away. My dress is made of translucent fabric and it floats in the air, but still remaining a second skin as I move ever so swiftly though the breeze. The light in your eyes shows me the way; it glitters and beams in the crisp night air and I abandon every word other than: freedom. I let go of the bar and find myself swinging though the misty, dusty veil that makes up the remembrances of my past. In a split second I flow like water through pouring rain, through blistering sunshine, through violent storms and life as I once knew it is gone in a heartbeat.

I am no acrobat, I am not weightless, but with you beside me I am fearless.

Taylor Swift – State Of Grace

And...

She is falling.
She doesn't know why, it simply just so.
That he is in the sky, the trees, the blossoms exploding in this Indian summer; in the air, the light, the gleam of this bright moon. He is made of tainted glass; every color of the rainbow, peach cake and cherry liqueur.

But mostly, he has a feeling of coming home; and leaves one single word echoing through this crisp night when he lets go of her hand....

Yes.

Nick Drake – Northern Sky

Hello

The window to the hallway was made of glass; fragments, slices, orbits and shapes the color of the rainbow. And when the sun shone through it the dust-particles glittered like a thousand diamonds; little stars shooting through the air, tiny specs of the fragile hopes we use to build our lives with. (The night closed in on us on a deserted sidewalk - the wind brisk, blowing new air into our lungs.) I sat there watching - through your eyes - something I had never seen.

And I knew I had finally arrived.

Jónsi – Sun

Dawn

Man - it took you long enough.
Time - for no thoughts. (They are not necessary: I know you without knowing you.)
Limbs - moving. (But you are next to me.)
How - can you be so perfect for me?
Your jacket - around my shoulders.
Your eyes, your mind - like mine, but different.
Words - not too big or to small, just right.

I - am ready.

PS: What are you doing for the rest of your life?

Hellsongs – I Just Want You

Spectrum

 I saw his face in yours when you smiled. The same crinkles around the eyes, the same jawline. His face made me stop that night - as you held onto my hand with stars in your eyes under the streetlight. After some time you gained your own proportions. Your own persona. Then you decided to try to break me down into tiny, little pieces.

But mon cheri, I don't learn my lessons twice.

Tarra Layne – Paris

Mister Business

You teach me that life is change and that growth is optional. You look at me and I don't melt, but my heart softens and I think your mind goes a bit quiet when you're snuggled up on the kitchen chair in my tiny flat. You fit here, strangely enough. Despite your size you don't take up too much room. We both let go of some of our fears and even though our doors are almost closed we leave a crack open for the other to enter.

We're meant to stay here a bit longer.

Tove Lo – Stay High - Habits Remix

Spicy

We shared a heartbeat and then it passed. We shared a moment, a thought, a revelation, a colour - and it spun us out of control. We lost ourselves by a riverbank and I woke up three weeks later, reality dealing me a striking blow across the chin.

"Wake up, chica!"

The world went silent.

We shared forever and a second. I found only emptiness.

The Electric Hearts – Machine

July

You keep me busy. You keep my mind working and my hands idle. Under your gaze I am golden and full of sparkle and spice. In your hands I stop spinning relentlessly and travel far beyond my wildest dreams. You are enough. You are challenging and your mind is wide. You are beauty and wreckage and conflicting truths and excitement. The problem is you have to come in two's.  

He made sure of that before he left.

The Verve – Lucky Man - 2004 - Remaster

Mister

You shake me up, you shake me over, under, straightforward and back all over again. You look at me with eyes made of hot cocoa, and the heartbreaks that preceded you simply melt away. Those words and poems and moments and heartbeats-- they are tucked away safely into another pocket of time now. And I'm not afraid. Of the pain and sorrow and breakage we might cause. Of all the uncertainties and doubts and lifetimes that might follow. Cause I don't know this path, this road is elusive; but I'll keep walking as long as you're next to me.

No fear, baby.

Sam Smith – Stay With Me

On the surface

We share very little. Inhabiting different worlds and living diametrically opposite lives. On the surface you swing through London with the city skyline at your feet, notes and celebrities in your hands and a family fortune that will always keep you safe. I write a million words to feel alive and take the road less traveled just because I can, just because the next corner might change the outline of my life again. You watch me with stars in your eyes as I move and you say: "I've written you a song - it's like nothing you ever heard before." In my tiny kitchen, your wonder flipping me upside down: "Nina, sometimes when I look at you it's like I'm being struck by a beam of light."

And I think that whatever our souls are made of, yours and mine might be the same...

Charles Aznavour – La bohème

Batman

I feel myself grow underneath your hands and you're not afraid, never afraid of what I can be. All we have is today. All that's ours is this night, in this house - on the verge of a city that is slowly becoming mine. All we have are these notes; this moment when we exist, quite simply - on a couch somewhere in England. Far away from all that is known, but yet, so very at home.

In a space between two beating hearts.

Giovanni Allevi – Aria - live

Heathcliff

Some notes take you back. To a city so full of beauty, (the graceful ice queen of the Nordics); to nights, endless insomniac nights when life was so heavy it hurt to breathe without you. We walked the same streets still and you were everywhere, but I was invisible. And I prepared teacup after teacup of liquid I didn't end up drinking, I fried eggs and tomatoes that turned to ash in my mouth, I stared at the skyline - steeped in blood, thinking that I could never let go of all those words and sentences that shaped us. The notes don't hurt me anymore, darling.

But they are still yours...

Southern Shores – Grande Comore

London Boy

He says: I've been so happy since I met you.
He says: It scares me.
He says: Are you sure you're ready?

And I stutter. And I am filled with wonder and doubt. Because things are happening so fast now. I see no limits, only a blue endless sky and I'm shooting right up into it like a firecracker. There is no time (not ever) to look back. No space for slow. For too many thoughts. This is the time for decisions (without all the information accessible). This is the time for leaps of faith and trust and stepping of that ledge...

Thank you for being so very brave. Thank you for seeing all the beauty and color and all those little things we always try hide between the lines.

Let's fly now.

Joss Stone – Newborn

Goodbye

We are so very scared of anything ending. But in order to begin again, change and grow - things must come to an end, shaping a brand new beginning.

 The Naked And Famous – Young Blood

Lights

My summer night is scented with cherry beer. My summer night is scented with Marlboro lights and wine from a bag in a box covered with purple flowers. It explodes with guitar chords and laughter in meadows and rose fountains. It resonates with promises, all those little hopes that make up a life and beautiful, colorful dresses reminiscent of the rainbow. My summer night is white and its tune is light and delicate. Dawn wakes me gently with birdsong and fragile morning light and my city; filled to the brim with vivid life - streets framed with flowers and blossoms exploding, imploding, overtaking my field of vision. The ocean crashes in towards a shallow beach and the sand is warm and white as pearl. I'm enchanted by scents, by smiles and faces that pass me by - warmed by the sun; by ice-cold, pink ice cream and feet in summer-torn, happy ballerina shoes.

And I'm thinking that I'd like to stay here, in this very spot - for just a while.

The Naked And Famous – Hearts Like Ours

Come on

Oyvind: It's troublesome because all of my friends are in relationships.
Me: Why is that troublesome?
Oyviud: Well, you guys can be difficult sometimes...
Me: What do you mean?
Oyvind: Women.
Me: OK?
Oyvind: You tend to like to tell us what to do.
Me: Really?
Oyvind: Yes, it's almost as if we have to ask your permission before we do anything.
Me: I'm afraid I don't agree.
Oyvind: Well, what do you think then?
Me: You don't want to know.
Oyvind: But I do.
Me: There is a very easy and quick solution to your issue.
Oyvind: What?
Me: Grow some balls!

A course in Miracles

Electricity radiating from my fingertips, shooting through the air like projectiles into the humid morning.
Neutrons, protons and electrons; dancing - a force field all around me.
Colours; bright, ample, vivid - oozing through my veins and arteries - spilling out, splashing all over the pavement.
Rupturing the world as I know it.

In a before and after you.

Stromae – papaoutai

Light Warrior

You don't really look the way I thought you would. You're more radiant and free of structures. You gaze at me in between words and sentences and I can almost reach out and touch your intensity. Then you light your Benson's; I dive into your mind and you choose not to block me out even though you should. You are all those Nordic light-nights wrapped up into one. You are all that is white and shining and real and my heart simply knows that this time I might be right to risk all and take that drunken leap of faith. 

Patrick Watson – The Great Escape

Gifts

I forget that I'm free sometimes. I forget that I have wings and that life is so vast that no wings are ever going to be enough. I forget about all I've seen, all the people who's hearts I've touched - my thought process becomes too small, like my skin is forcing my very bones to shrink.

But then I pick up my pen and my notepad and it all starts to make sense again.

Kenny Chesney – Beer In Mexico

Michelle

I ran three miles today. And all I thought about was you. You know me, I don't believe in god, never did. But I do believe in faith. And in one single, united world - no boundaries. You taught me that. Gave me a new perspective. Dominated by one single word - love. Can you hear me? It doesn't get any better than that.

Across the globe and space and time.

I love you always.

Kenny Chesney – I Go Back

Tvb

My cards are on the table - what will your hand be? Will we keep walking this path or will fate seal us as an image of a butterfly on a pin, beautiful to look at but with wings that remain still?  No, I won't give you my heart. I won't say that I will, it's not true. And, in the end - the truth shall set us free no matter what.

Now, deal your cards mon amour.
 
Coldplay – A Sky Full Of Stars

A perfectly ordinary soul

It fractures if you thread on it. It falters when your eyes harden. It is bewildered by this forever present turmoil of large, frightening words and sentences. But then you take my hand. You hold it firmly and you don't let go - you smile just like that, like only you can, from the depth, from the bottom of all that you are. And I'm still on stage. With you as the sole audience. As reluctant and just as sublime as I am. I try to move away, but my feet betray me and the steps take me in the wrong direction. Theater. While the seams break and our skin becomes visible through the splices.

We have to stop now.

Jónsi – Hengilás

1:30 am

Random band guy: What's your name?
Me: Nina
Random band guy: You look like you should be the singer of a band.
Me: I am a singer of a band.
Random band guy: Good, it suits you.
Me: Thanks.
Random band guy: So, can I have your number, honey?
Me: Sorry, don't give my digits to randoms.
Random band guy: OK, well how about I add you on facebook?
Me: OK, what's your name?
Random band guy: Darren Turner.
Me: What, your name is Darren Turner?
Random band guy: Yes.
Me: I'll remember that for sure. Don't have to write it down.
Random band guy: Why?
Me: Cause you have the same last name as Frank.
Random band guy: (somewhat irritated) Frank Turner?
Me: Yes, I adore him.
Random band guy: What about Alice Turner?
Me: Who's that?
Random band guy: Arctic Monkeys.
Me: Aha.
Random band guy: You're not going to remember, are you?
Me: Yes, I will. Trust me.

He was right of course, I didn't. But I did remember the name of the band (naturally).

Arctic Monkeys – Do I Wanna Know?

No response

I've dreamt about you almost every night since I met you. I don't know if that means anything. The outline of your face is always fuzzy and intermingled with others and when I wake up I never remember what part you played -- just that you were there. I think perhaps you and I could be delightful chaos for a while, but the question is: what happens when we run out of delightful chaos?  

Into the Wind

I'm made of glass, don't break me.
Thread carefully, I tend to spin into orbit and I tend to not look back.
I'm light as a feather and when the wind takes me there is no telling where I might land.
If you get too close I will run just because I can.
If I feel too much I will leave.
I will pick up that suitcase always standing by the door.
I will look to the sunrise and set off into its brightness, into the gold.
Cause I'm one of those who'll leave rather than stay.

My heart and my hands come with the dust and are gone with the wind.

Frank Turner – I Am Disappeared

21st century love

Gregg: We were in a relationship.
Me: Excuse me?
Gregg: Yes, it was a mutual decision.
Me: So, you were in a relationship with a woman you had never met?
Gregg: Well, yes. But it wasn't as straightforward as that.
Me: OK.
Gregg: We spoke on the phone several times a day. And we were planning to meet.
Me: I see.
Gregg: But then I noticed that she began hanging around one of the guild masters a lot.
Me: Sorry?
Gregg: Yes, when we were playing she seemed to gravitate towards him.
Me: OK.
Gregg: Yes, and then she told me that we were over.
Me: So she left you for the guild master?
Gregg: Yes, she did.
Me: That must have been quite the blow.
Gregg: It was.
Me: Considering you were in a relationship.
Gregg: Yes.
Me: Perhaps good that you never met.

Tinder

Leo: You should try it, it's convenient.
Me: Excuse me?
Leo: An everyone you want to chat to at your disposal sort of thing...
Me: For fuck's sake Leo!
Leo: What?
Me: Love is not convenient -- you of all people should know that!
Leo: Yes, but...
Me: No, no buts, I don't want to hear it. You know what love does? You know what love is? Love is fucking heartless, love kills you, it drives you mad, it sickens you to the core. Love is not easy or shallow or convenient. Love will rip the heart out of your chest in one single swift motion, no questions asked. Love leaves you broken and breathless and unable to stand on you own two feet. It throws you into a jet-black pit of foul water with walls so slippery there is no way for you to get up. Love is a pit bull with its teeth sunk deeply into your neck -- you beat and beat until the stick breaks, but it still doesn't let go. And all you are left with in the end is absolutely no choice but to move forward, headfirst into it. There is nowhere to hide, nowhere to run, nowhere to go. So don't you give me that bullshit about convenience!!!
Leo:...
Me: Yeah! I'm getting one more drink now, you want one?
Leo: Do I have a choice?
Me: No.
Leo: Didn't think so.

Frank Turner – Peggy Sang The Blues

England

I have to be right here, right now. I have to stay put, in this moment. I can't live in the future, I have to remain in the now. I have to hang on to these words. I have to realize that I am not alone. I have to stay with the rain and the lack of central heating. In nights in Caversham, starry evenings in London; a redhead on one side, a brunette on the other and my arms around lads with beaten-up white converse.

These are my cards to play and by lord, I will play them...

Frank Turner – If Ever I Stray

Beaten-up white Converse

You are the closest thing to magic. Since him. You are the closest thing to jumping a fence in the wee morning hours, never looking back. Since him. You are the closest thing to a meeting of souls, a meeting of minds and of words. Since him. You are the closest thing to dancing down the street at dawn, another hand holding mine tightly. Since him. You don't take me back there -- because I've never met you before, so you stand on your own, you don't even have to try. You won't be my poem for a while. I am not an option. But I will keep that moment close to my heart.

Frank Turner – The Way I Tend To Be

Boys and girls (again)

Why do you have to be so young? How can you be so young? How can anyone be so young? Was I ever that young? It was one of those crystal clear moments. It was one of those nights when the universe came together and spelled out the three letters of your name even before you walked in. I took your hand and the night sort of began and ended right there. Just like that night so many months ago. Can I keep you in my life this time? Can we try to not mess it up this time? Can we put our hearts aside this time? Just because I always felt there was a reason we met. Just because I always knew we could be important. I just wasn't always sure what shape we would take. I think I know now.

The King Blues – I Got Love

The three's

Some things never die. Some things always remain with you. Like a pair of green eyes, a pair of tight fists and a mind bigger than the sky. Travels across countries and oceans only to land you softly in green silk, rugged rocks and songs of forlorn and distant pasts. Like his brown curls cascading down, long lashes (the longest I've ever seen) and arms of pale seashell. Your mind awakening for that very first time in a country far, far away where life was light and crisp and new. He smiled at you and you knew that there had been a shift in the universe. Like a golden boy with a golden dog in a golden summer who opened up a Pandora's box with his truths. Who showed you the rainbow in a tear and who held your hand so very tightly, but always allowing you to breathe. I loved you all, I loved you three's and you've stayed right here, with me. Because you altered, because you changed, and there was no way to go back, turn back to who I was before. So, I keep you. I've kept you all this time, all these months and years and sometimes I look up at the stars and I wonder: who is the man who is brave enough, bold enough, magnificent enough to follow in your footsteps?

James – Sometimes

Lies

Then you realize, all of a sudden; that a part of you is still back there. Then you understand, quite unexpectedly; that no one can match up, no one will be enough, because the empty void is too great and too cold without him -- the hole left behind a limitless vacuum that remains sealed. I try to pry it open. I bend and I scratch at it's glistening surface, but it stays locked and impenetrable. It should matter that another man is better. It should make a difference that another man has a more symmetrical face and grander status. It should be relevant that there might be a future. That would make sense, that would be logical. But every second I spend in that man's company only proves one thing...

He is still right here.

Keaton Henson – Lying To You

 It's time to go now. It's time to pack bags and say goodbyes and step on towards anywhere but here. So, I write a thousand words and I let them spin and twist into the great big void. Words about a cold and beautiful Scandinavia, of clients made of smiles and handshakes and of endless insomniac nights (laptop on, forever on) in Radisson Blu and Clarion and Scandic hotel. I wonder where I am going of course. I think about where I might end up naturally. There is a part of me that asks: where did I go wrong? But deep down I know that this is not about me, but all about you.

And that anywhere will be better than now.

David Ford – State Of The Union

Fate

M: Us Irish say sha...
I: I'm not Irish. 
M: Once we sort this you'll be fuckin' Irish.

Flogging Molly – Devil's Dance Floor

Two peas in one pod

M: I'm a little skinnier than when you last saw me. 
I: Really? 
M: Ya. 
I: But you are not exactly a fleshy man to begin with... 
M: I know. I just keep eating and eating, but I don't seem to put on weight. 
I: Perhaps you have worms. 
M: What? 
I: Well, if you have worms you tend to be able to eat a lot without putting on any weight. 
M: I DON'T HAVE WORMS WOMAN! 
I: Hehe, riteo. 
M: What the hell kind of thing is that to say to a man? 
I: Life's a bitch and so am I -- you should know that by now.

 Rihanna – Rude Boy

Just kids

We were so young back then. Life was brand, spanking new and all had to be learned. Wide eyed and bushy tailed, just let loose by anxious parents and suddenly I tripped over you. You had really blue eyes and there was an air of fire around you. I would catch you watching me in the classroom sometimes, but you were different from the other boys; you didn't slip me notes or ask me out or wonder if I had a boyfriend. Instead, you watched in silence until one day -- when all of that changed.

And now you are coming to see me. After all this time. And I really don't know what to make of it. And I don't know if it's so wise. I don't know if it's so smart. Because if you get here. If I look at you. Things will get complicated. If you get on that plane. If you step out at Heathrow we might find ourselves lost. Because I can't help thinking maybe, just maybe, you're the boy that got away...

and you weren't supposed to.

Jake Owen – Barefoot Blue Jean Night

Hem

Jag längtar hem nu. Till mitt land, min stad och till de mina. Jag längtar efter mina lördagar när telefonen aldrig slutar ringa. Och medan ljusen strålar i neon från Folkets dansar jag mig varm i natten. Jag träffar tusen människor jag bara träffar här och jag blir lika glad varje gång. Jag har en kontext, jag har en självklar tillhörighet och det finns så många händer som kan ta emot mig. Jag vill hem nu. Till staden som aldrig sover, till det nordiska ljuset och till den självklara längtan efter politik och revolution. Jag är trött på regn, jag är trött på att vara en exotisk fågel, jag är trött på bristen på intellekt. Jag vill simma runt i nattens sammetsmörker, jag vill balansera på knivseggen, på gränsen av striden. Jag älskar striden. Jag älskar slaget. Jag berusas av vår närvaron in en sommarrondell. Och gatorna? Ja, de är inte längre hans. De är mina, de är våra och kanske är tiden snart inne...

Veronica Maggio – Mitt hjärta blöder

Bright lights

Sometimes all nights mingle into one. Sometimes all the Lord Byron's of all the days that have passed can be found in and between the words of a single man. The lines of yesterday and today and tomorrow get blurry and I am left in a strange room, amongst people whose smiles reaches through and onwards. And a man with black, unruly hair and pale skin looks at me through brown eyes and I suddenly see us. So young, and radiant and confused and glowing and reading, reading, reading poems into the night. And I pull away into what has passed but he still follows, not trying to erase you, but in search of a space of his own. Sometimes you're in a room you never though you would find yourself in. You're punching in digits as he juggles glasses just to impress you, but your gaze makes him drop one and it shatters against the floor in a thousand pieces as you feel your smile reach your eyes. All of a sudden he is visible as the past fades into the background and the now becomes very still, very important. The wine glass finds your lips and as he watches you lean away from all that he isn't you know that you are all those seconds, all those minutes and hours that have passed, but that life is here, life is now and it's in your hands.


Keaton Henson – Small Hands

Sam

I miss you. All the little pieces that made up the man I once knew. Your eyes were brown and green and blue and it's blatantly clear that I never let go of some things. Like the way you gently held my hand down by a canal in a time far, far away from here. Like how your eyes were so blue, your hair so blonde and you spoke of all those little hopes that makes up a life. How you danced with me, on a crowded dance floor but the moment and the space was only ours. We read the Tempest and a Midsummer nights dream and life was brand new and crisp and I was made of glass but you didn't break me. Walking through this town. My eyes and my senses wide, wide open. Thinking that you were a poem. Thinking that you were part of the light that surrounded us. Seeing your heartache so clearly I could touch it. I reached out gently but you weren't ready and sometimes that's life. But maybe, just maybe, I can be one of those little hopes on your way.

Bo Bruce – Save Me

Surprise?

S: I want to see you.
I: Well, Sunday would work.
S: So, I take it you work on Saturday then?
I: I can do next Saturday, but not tomorrow. The upcoming week will be totally manic.
S: Don't think I can do next Saturday. This Sunday would have to let you know last minute.
I: Ah, shame, seems we're not going to be able to get this together sometime soon. But hey, there will be other days!;)
S: Hey, I didn't say no to Sunday just said it might be a bit last minute.
I: Well, how do you define last minute cowboy?
S: I'd have to let you know tomorrow or Sunday morning? Lol
I: Sorry cowboy, I wait for no man. Never have, ain't going to start now...

Matthew And The Atlas – I Will Remain

O2

So, you're taking me to O2. So, you're making space for me in a life that is not mine. So, you're so young and so very old at the same time. So, you make me laugh until I have no breath left as you're making plans to steal a tractor with me. So, you are an enigma still, but you're stepping closer and closer with each second.  It might be time to take that leap. This might be the moment and you might be the cowboy worth fighting for. You're not really what I thought you would be. I guess you would be pretty impossible to imagine had I not met you. Because, if there is one thing I know-- there is only one of you in this whole, wide world.

So, come on: let's get on this train, let's try these shoes, let's drive really fast down a deserted highway...

And let's not look back.

Frank Turner – The Way I Tend To Be

Girls and boys

This is about as beautiful as it gets. You're about as beautiful as it gets. In your skinny jeans, with your beard and mass of dark hair. With you beaten up Converse and your trusting eyes. (Don't trust me, I might break you.) It's like you should belong to a different part of my life. My hair was still red then, but I wrote a lot of really bad poetry and met the man who became one of the great loves of my life. I find rest in that thought, but then you look at me like that, just like that, and I suddenly don't know right from wrong, yesteryear from today, or tomorrow. You pick up your guitar, you play on and you shine so brightly that I have to look away, because you're a star and I can't risk putting you out. I can't risk your heart.

William Fitzsimmons – Passion Play

Sometimes

I'm doing a poetry reading on Friday. So, I went through all these words I have written on this blog over all this time. And I found many of the most beautiful pieces were about you. Because, like it or not I touched your soul and like it or not you grabbed mine by the collar if its shirt and refused to let go. (It's just your way really.) You and I will never be. We are history. But I know now what kind of man I am looking for. I might have found out anyway but it probably would have taken longer. I love you. Like I've loved a few others. I'll keep you in my heart, in my smile. Like I've kept a few others. And I am still hoping that one day I will get the chance to show you all these words. Just because I would like you to know that you are inspirational. That you are worthy. That you can do well. That you can live. Well.

James – Sometimes

And, I have to pinch myself, because I can't believe we were a "to be continued". Not after this:

http://ninafunderar.blogspot.co.uk/2011/08/drizzle-inferno.html

Love

I made a new playlist today. For all these people I meet and for those who always remain. For the lovely, bright and enigmatic redhead that has become my partner in crime. (You see my ego, my splendor, my complexities and you love me for them.) For the small, feisty girl who walks faster than the wind and who cares enough to chase me into bathrooms (just in case I am crying). For Fly-boy who knows exactly how hard I can be and who loves me still. For the oddball couple who have taken me into their hearts and become my second parents in this cold and damp and polite country. For that slight chica who gave me a chance and who doesn't regret her choice. For the stout gentleman who always greets me in Scottish and who is fighting for all of us. (You might lose, but I'll never forget your persistence.) For that little German girl who has her own struggles, but who still has time to plan my future with different bearded men on the way to work. (It's not time yet, but thank you chica.) For all I have learned on this path I am traveling and for all those that surround me with their warmth -- who embrace me and who keep me in their hearts. For that beautiful, beautiful man who stepped into a bar last night, all dark hair, long legs and twinkling eyes and actually saw me, beneath and around all my corners. (But honey, you are way too young -- there is too much you have not seen yet). For all my loved ones up there in the North, the ones I always, always miss and long for. For the King and Mrs Pink -- you made me what I am -- I love you both so much! For that beautiful brunette who has finally found her way. For my redhead in her roundabout (I think you are finding your way as well, but it's slightly winding still). For the lovely, smiley blonde further up North. (I know you have your demons, but know this: I miss you, I always miss you!) And for my white-haired heroine who truly believes that I can accomplish anything. (I can hear you cheering from the sidelines, farmor!) For the complicated, dark-clad lad up in the city of snow and ice -- I love you so much I might break (and you know it). And for my Sis, who fights, who will die fighting. (You have shaped my path so much more than you know.) For all those that make up the pearls on my neck-less. You are forever with me. Thank you.

This one is for you: The Cave Singers – Shine

Lesson

I may not have much in terms of riches. I may not have a lot of property to my name. And yes, I sometimes do feel like nothing is solid beneath my feet. But, I think I am finding what I came here for. I had to go across oceans, I had to lose everything familiar, I had to cut every anchor to find my way. I am not there yet, but then again I don't believe in totals, I don't understand completion -- all that really matters is the path. Even when every step aches. Even when I twist and turn and suddenly want nothing more than to travel back in time. To an apartment with high arches and big doors. To noisy streets, Marlboro lights and colorful snapshots of a life that couldn't possibly continue without leaving destruction in it's wake. I will continue to turn new leaves. I will continue to feel too much. I will continue to live a life where fear exists to be challenged and where the revolution never ends. But this time I know that in the end, I'll be left standing.

Kari Kimmel – Black

Words on a train

I don't know who you are yet. I don't know if your spires will be tall and your streets broad. Perhaps instead you'll be winding and craggy and like a jewel long lost and forgotten. I have no idea what colour you will wear and if your windows will sparkle and glisten as the sun beams through them. Will you be handsome? Will you be rich and sound of bagpipes? Is your presence that of stately grace rather than quiet comfort? I don't know yet. But I do know your name. Shiny as steel and full of promise. Green and fragrant as a dream in June. A magical place full of wonder.

Breabach – The Rolling Hills