A cover

How this is right now

I keep intending to make a proper post, I start and such, but then, vi kan väl vänta tills imorgon?

Enjoy the Silence Remix Reinterpreted by Mike Shinoda - Depeche Mode

I kind of like this version better. But not really. Just kind of.

Moonchild

I can't provide you with the song, but I can with one of the lines from it. I sing it almost perfectly.

"What becomes of the broken hearted fools who claim that love's departed? But you're no fool." From Moonchild by Timo Räisänen.

Eels - Spectacular girl

Nice with some new stuff.

Today

Today I smell like sunshine, I'm blinded by the heat and the birds will need a speech therapist if they keep this up. With all that, this comes to mind



Don't worry, love, I get the irony. Especially as irony is the love of my life.

Just because I remember it so fondly

No clips have decent sounds. Doesn't matter. It was still nice. No it wasn't. It was better than nice.

Reasons to cry

Baby animals
Big animals
Diamonds
Mountains
Dragons
Tales and stories
Having no soul
You not having a soul
Trying and failing
Falling rocks
Lack of control
Lack of caffine
Lack of nictotine
Bad music
Good music
Poets who can't write
Cake batter
Broken glass
Broken cookies
Broken hearts
My broken heart
Your broken heart
Their broken hearts
The sun shining brightly
The clouds covering the sun
The sun recovering the clouds
Body odor
Bad manners
Templets
When the shuffle button doesn't work
When the repeat button doesn't work
Lack of sleep
Lack of nutritions
Busy streets
Quiet streets
When the leaves turn yellow
Swinging in the park
Cats playing
Dogs barking
Butterflies crashing
Buildings being demolished
Bowls
Glasses
Drinks
Buffétables
A kiss not being returned
Not having a place to go
Being expected
Being unexpected
Expecting
Spoons
Tarts
Concrete
Russian literature
Cities
Cities like Paris
Like London
Like Moscow
Like New York
Like Tokyo
Like Copenhagen
Being poked in the eye
Losing
Winning
Paying the devil
Being the devil
Selling the angels
Being the angel
Being sellout
Being a rebel
Commercial breaks
Buying what's announced
Buying into you
Sweaty palms
Not knowing
Knowing too much
Dancing
Twirling
Trumpets
Guitars
Stained tables
Rugs
Ugly children
Ugly adults
Ugly ugly me
Ugly ugly ugly you
The word ugly
Not having anything to do
Having too much to do
Drummers
Stars
The last present under the tree
Talking on the phone
My empty glass
Your empty mind
School cafeterias
Bad hairdays
That sound I make when I'm almost asleep

Quick question

Why do the summer hits always feature a ukulele? We all remember "I'm yours" by Jason Mraz, and now it seems if I may use the Spotify top list as a source that "Soul sister" by Train is heading in the same direction. Too similar to not be a plan.

Confession and acceptance

Sacrificing yourself and confessing your sins is a much cleaner version than cleansing yourself in blood, a more civilized way of being filthy. It really comes down to what God is, and how that God sees us as. Does he love us as a parent or does he love us as prodigies, something that needs to be improved to live up to a certain standard to be accpetable. Basically, is life a long audition to get into heaven or do we already have the part as one of God's children?

For being someone that doesn't really belive in God I do spend an awful lot of time thinking about religion. I read, I listen, I ponder, yet I don't seem to be any wiser as to what God really is. Just like a couple with trouble might need an outside therapist to look at their issues objectivly I've started to lean against seeing myself as a counselor between those who believe but don't seem to have a clear picture of what God is. Don't worry, I don't have hybris, I just like discussing.

My head is getting sore just thinking about what God is, because most of the time he does come off as quite schitzo, punishing and forgiving, everywhere and nowhere, a father and a son. But I suppose that is what happens when you try to fuse together all the previous beliefs into one semipersonlified creature. This complexity also presents another issue; God isn't the same to everyone. I can't help but wonder, if something is real, shouldn't there be a clear picture of what that is? By saying "that is what God is to me" aren't we ourselves presenting ourselves as God by default?

Either way, back to go sins and making a deal with God, when you're trying to negotiate with God aren't you really just reasoning with yourself? You present something you want and you're offering a sacrifice in return, your own wellbehaved being. In being good you will get good, that's the idea. Then, if life isn't an audition and we're all accepted because we're God's children, what's the point? Perhaps God just serves as a conscience when we're unable to give ourselves credit or maybe we're just not willing to grow up and accept the consequences of life fully. When things are hard we are being punished for something, and when it's good we're rewarded. Another point in this is the love. I hope the love is constant, the way a parent's love for a child should be.

It's possible as a child to break your parent's heart, over and over, but I hope it's not possible to take away from the love flow. When you do as your parents want they reward you with acceptance, when you don't, they punish you. Is God as simple as the love from a parent?

Forgive me Father, I am a sin.

What the heck

Another example of the same soundmat.

Those were the days

Some songs are themesongs. This is one of those and I claim it as mine. You can share it if you really must, but please don't. There are certain things I respond to, the bass being one, and this song, cupcakes, has one of the soundmats I base a lot of my other favorites on. Doesn't matter if you don't use the term "soundmat" the way I do. I still know what I mean.

Sometimes, yeah

What on earth happened to YouTube?

Frida Hyvönen - Dirty Dancing

Time for a nerdy Friday break

Quarries

Please allow me to break into pieces
I’ve done that horrible thing again
let me complain about pain
and scream until I’m done
until my thoracic is unfilled
Let me crack
I’ve earned it this time
Let me be stupid for a bit
It’ll be your turn shortly

What isn’t made of stone.

I’ll keep it short,
it’s all regrets, I regret everything bad
I’m done yelling
my chest is empty, at least
Did you see me crack,
please put my arms back
You seem mute
assuming I was that stupid
for a while

I wasn't made of stone

I noticed

Moto Boy released a new album. Still nerdishly lovely. Time to change your name, boy? Nothing wrong with your real one. Listen here. Yes, the word "here" is a link. (But I'm not that behind, it was released March 3rd)

On a sidenote, it's so sunny today the roads are dry and my mouth tastes like the salt laid down to keep us from crashing. I don't care for the taste of salt.

A random song

Just one more

Yes, another song