Eg e en kriger, men vet knapt kem Sun Tzu e
Ha'kje lest mange bøker men eg skrev en om deg
Studerte han og pugget han sånn at du skal se
Beamnet ned fra en annen planet av Lars Vaular.
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Eg e en kriger, men vet knapt kem Sun Tzu e
Ha'kje lest mange bøker men eg skrev en om deg
Studerte han og pugget han sånn at du skal se
Beamnet ned fra en annen planet av Lars Vaular.
Words I wrote on a page is now edged in stone.
Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark, now she's gonna play and sing and lock you in her heart.
She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe. “I thought you’d never say hello,” she said, “You look like the silent type.” Then she opened up a book of poems and handed it to me.
Written by an Italian poet from the thirteenth century.
And every one of them words rang true and glowed like burnin’ coal, pourin’ off of every page like it was written in my soul from me to you.
Tangled up in blue.
Over der er det over, over her er det proper. Du er dævvere enn levi, han fyren fra Harry Potter. Tre bøker inn i Knausgårddritten, alle veit jo at du er så fitte . . .
I run, I write, I rock
I ran that's right, I run
I write, I rock, I ran, I'm sayin'
Fanger øyeblikk i hølet der vi datt ned. Noen tror at eg har lyst til å bli forfatter,men alt er altfor ekte, alt er bare fakta.
Eg så meg sjøl i speilet, håret e tilbake.
This world is truly strange, it only gets stranger
The scenery is beautiful, I also sense danger
Gotta make a living, just a writer chasing paper
Try'na tell my story till I'm facing with my maker
I will take you favorite books, and put them in a row. I remember how you like them, I know where they go.
I read books and draw life from the eye, all my life is drawings from the eye.
Want to read books in the studies of men born on the breeze and die on the wind
Book after book,
I get hooked everytime the writer talks to me like a friend.
And what will happen in the morning when the world it gets so crowded that you can't look out the window in the morning? And what will happen in the evening in the forest with the weaselwith the teeth that bite so sharp when you're not looking in the evening? And all the friends that you once knew are left behind, they kept you safe and so secure amongst the books and all the records of your lifetime.
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Album-fremsiden. Bildekilde. |
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Kim Hiorthøy. Bildekilde. |