Insomnia

I can´t sleep. You´ve put stars in my eyes. This could get complicated...

The Naked And Famous – Young Blood

The Pilot is approaching!

You are coming. You. Are. Coming. And, you are learning Swedish. And, you still use all the right words. And, you still talk about all the right things. And, you still make me laugh all the way down to my tippy toes.

Man, I can´t wait!

The Cave Singers – Leap

Weirdness

This is way too weird. Can you fall in love with words? Can you fall in love with a picture? Can you fall in love with a voice? Can you fall in love with someone you don´t really know, who sends you pictures of stalking chickens, who uses big words and thinks all the big thoughts. Who talks of stars as if they are people, who can explain the existence of a black hole, who flies a plane (all by himself) in his spare time. Someone who shoots pool and drinks cider and spends Sunday in his garden soaking sun. Who triggers your imagination through words, who makes you laugh and giggle like a little schoolgirl. Is it possible? It sure feels like it.

Good lord, a couple of very exciting weeks up ahead!

Devendra Banhart – Angelika

Chicken race

Good lord, this is getting intense! Just. Get. Here. Flyboy!

x

Lesli – Summer Wind

Flyboy

Alright, this is a little loony, you know. But, this is exactly the kind of perfect, perfect lunacy that makes me want to twirl forever. That leaves me breathless and flabbergasted. That makes me smile as I walk down the street (which I did today, thinking of you). That makes me forget myself and lets me know deep down, at the core -- that life is great, that life is grand. And that I am so bloody thankful to be right here, in this moment, and to be me.

Gotye – Somebody That I Used To Know

On

Flyboy: So, you have to let me know if you want me to come to Malmö...
Jag: Get a ticket!

Hets!

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 Mixtapes & Cellmates – Never

Fences

I climbed our fence tonight. Just because I could. Just because I felt that I had too. I was scared the whole time. Of hurting myself. Of falling. But most of all, because you were´nt there to catch me on the other side. I took a picture when I landed on the ground. I wondered: who are you catching now? I really miss you. This night feels a bit like it´s yours, even though you are not here. But I guess that´s just the way it goes sometimes.

Here, now.

You will always be that summer. You will always be that roundabout. You will always be in my chequered, pinkish shirt (when you wear yours I hope you think of me). When my hair sways a certain way, you will be there and when I wear that green skirt your eyes will be in it. You will always be bars, food fuss, fast words, dramatic frills and early sunrises in the heart of the city. Some streets will continue to be yours and a certain light will always make me think of you. The stories will continue to be passed on. The laughter will continue to echo. I will still think of you on most Sunday mornings. Your terrible dress sense. Your stammer. Your hands. Your hands. Your hands. And, your thoughts. With (always) more than one translation. In a way I think I did love you. In a way (even though we put each other through hell) a part of my heart will always be yours. But, we did have an ending. A proud one. A clean one. One that did us justice. I can´t really ask for more.

Jesper Norda – Tomorrow You'll Be Forgiven But Tonight You Will Have Your Teeth Knocked Out

The pilot

There you are. But why are you so damn far away?

Robert Svensson – Beat