pretending to care

burn my clothes cut my hair no more pretending pretending to care change my style the way i talk change my scene learning the art of shutting the fuck up it makes no difference what we say or do we can pretend to care won’t get…

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one of those days

It’s one of those days when I just… wanna disappear. And start again. Somewhere far. One of those days when the way the sun shines irritates me. I can’t believe I deluded myself into thinking that “these” days are behind me. That I was doing well.…

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dear someone, dear anyone

dear someone, dear anyone wrote this for you a tuneless tune sung with a voiceless croon to make you feel less alone to make me feel more known actually it’s me who feels alone and you are just my ledge that i hold onto with white…

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The Enemy that keeps me going.

All animals including humans don’t instinctively like change because in the wild change is a threat. The more comfortable we are, the safer. Comfort and safety is great for relationships and probably society and happiness and health and avoiding stress and living a balanced life. Of…

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How much should we care?

Personally, I don’t give a shit about the survival of western society or any other society, tradition or culture for that matter. I think we could do much better and that’s where our focus should lie which is unfortanetly not the case. The problems of this…

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Spring clean.

Time for a spring clean of my apartment. I’ll also pull a few complimentary dance moves (on the house) here and there if the song if good—right now it’s brilliant Turkish concert pianist Idil Biret interpreting Chopin’s “Andante spianato et grande polonaise brillante” and my feet…

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Mar 28, 2013

It’s 4:13 am and I just finished another song! Still gotta mix it and master it when I wake up and hope to get it online by the evening and then I can celebrate my weekend after all this hard work. Did you like the last…

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To Party or To Practice

I kind of live in an apartment within a dorm (I don’t share a room/kitchen/bathroom with anyone) and my practice room is on the bottom floor of the same building which is where I work on my skills & my songs + record them also. I…

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Dreamer’s Dream

After my good friend called me a “professional dreamer” this morning (on my previous wall post about self-doubt) I realised that what I’m actually trying to accomplish is the following (and I guess this is what my songs are really about too): To unite all dreamers,…

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self-doubt

Started working on a new song again today. Just finished the guitars. This one is called Thinking About You. It should be ready by friday. Been also thinking about a lot of other stuff today as well. Self-doubts creeping in which is quite common for me.…

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Neverending War (NEW SONG)

(you can listen to the song and read the lyrics from the following link: ) It started as a melody which is unusual for me. I usually write my songs based on either lyrics or a guitar/piano part. I always have lyrics lying around and also different…

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Mar 23, 2013

Been hired (yes, money) to demolish some old bakery with my pal Jörgen and Oliver this weekend. Should be fun and I can sure use the extra cash to fund my artistic enterprise + other endeavours like… eating! Desperate times seek for desperate measures. Plus I…

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Mar 22, 2013

Just finished recording my new song NEVERENDING WAR! It’s the best thing I’ve done so far in every way. It’s angry and catchy and wild (btw, it’s not the same version I’ve played live, that was jut an alternate version I decided to abandon because it…

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7 Years of Trial & Error

It’s a long process. So long. It almost lasts forever. Decision. Indecision. Indecisive decision. Decisive indecision. Rocky roads. Floods. Obstacle courses. Broken bones. Shattered hearts. Fantasy lands made of glass and built on sand. Soft sand. The kind you want to lay in and forget about…

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going in for the kill

rape me world with your truths and lies and i’ll scream you another lullaby lets ride this feeling like a bullet train fake our orgasms and I’ll be on my way now and then I get this urge like a fire in my heart burns finally…

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busy

it kills me inside to not know where you are to not know what you’re doing to not know what you’re thinking I could just call you and find out or knock on your door and tell you all this but instead I’ll pretend to stay…

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