Strawberry

I don't know who to think about when I listen to all those heartsick songs. And it's a bit empty. To not be told: "I am the best man I can be when I'm with you". To not be told: "You make me happy in a way I didn't  think possible. To not be told: "I have a birthday Nina, and I need you here with me. I don't care if I have to get on a plane to get to you, I don't care if I have to pay one thousand Euros or spend the weekend in a flea motel." But then again notes don't make a life and neither does words. Because in the end make believe doesn't cut it and reality always finds a way to slip through the cracks.

Baby, I will be somebody's strawberry one day.

Chris Young – Who I Am With You

Stabilt läge

Det rör sig mellan öronen nu. Tankarna är friare nu. Jag öppnar ögonen nu. Horizonten är blodröd och bara min. Och jag lyssnar om och om igen...

The Peach Kings – Like a Stone

This year

I had two men in my phone, in my head, in my hands. But (always) only one Irish lad in my heart. He crashed violently to the earth, he fell (finally) to where he belongs. And he became that broken dream, all those wishful thinkings of days and nights in passing. He became a man of the past, without the golden shimmer, that blaze that kept him alive all those minutes and seconds and hours that turned into seasons.

I was wrong, you were right. It's time to let go.

The Civil Wars – Poison & Wine

Så

Så är vi igen. I samma land, i samma stad, precis som förr, men ändå inte. För jag har sett ditt land. Jag har sett smaragdgrönt och vilda hedar och berg i distansen. Jag har mött din familj och dina vänner och jag har druckit Corona i baren din familj frekventerat i sextio år. Jag har stirrat mig blind in i dimman över uråldrig jord och frågat tusen frågor om ebb och flod och Atlantens dramatiska kustlinje. Du har kört mig mil efter mil genom spökbyar och liv som inte längre finns och hela tiden kändes allt så bräckligt och skört och nytt. För, det är en annan tid. Du är inte samma man som när vi ramlade omkring som två lite vingabrutna barn i ett gyllene, magiskt Malmö. Du är inte samma man som höll min hand och mitt hjärta så hårt att det kändes som om jag skulle gå sönder om du någonsin släppte taget. Vi är inte lika stora som vi var, inte lika sköra, inte lika givna. Så, adjö min älskling. Denna gången får du stå själv och blicka ut över ett disigt Öresund. Denna gången står du ensam. Precis som jag.

Emil Jensen – Jag är van

Just so

Jose Vanders – The Magician

Ever After

Jag älskar dig.

Joe Purdy – Isn't Love

It's time

To come back down now. Even though it's a little bleak and empty and lost and confusing and devoid of stardust. It's here: the moment when I search for my very own rainbow, (and really, I don't need you for that honey). I will be patient enough, I will allow myself to learn how to exchange that tyre and I will be all of my colours, but blame no one for the strands of darkness within the light. I will be well, I will do well, I will be stardust and rainbows and sunshine and golden sparks. I will be all I can be, (even though I am scared) and I will hum as I finally, finally turn my back on all we could have been.

Joe Purdy – Come Back Down

Dasvidanja

Greg Laswell – Goodbye, sweet prince.

I'm sorry.

Sha

"I love you", she said. And then she walked away. That's just the way she is. Equally strong, equally week, forever a riddle, always new. Vanished in between doors that have seen too many goodbyes. Too many tears.

And as always, my hand didn't reach quite far enough to catch her.

Sleeping At Last – Tethered

Jack of Hearts

 How can someone so vivid have to count his minutes? How can so much color be in danger of vanishing, just like so? Why do you, so alive at the core, have to pace the streets at night just because your thoughts are so dark they threaten to choke you? Why do you have to fear death? Why do you have to view your own body as a lethal enemy that will put you in a coffin if left unchecked. I love you. I have always loved you: that mind of yours, those hands, and those eyes, that gaze and all the memories and what ifs. But my love can't save you. Not now. Not from this. And as I think: I wish I could hold you for an eternity and beyond, my heart breaks with that thought. Please don't let go. Please don't give up. Please fight, just a while. I can't bear the thought of my world without you in it.

Please try.

Phosphorescent – Song For Zula