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He’s up to no good up to no good
Like a spark on a wire
or a splinter in wood
best of intentions get misunderstood
but that mother fucker is up to no good


For the love of god, will you bite your tongue
Before we make you swallow it
It’s moments like this where silence is golden
And then you speak

No one wants to hear you
No one wants to see you
So desperate and pathetic
I’m begging you to spare me
The pleasure of your company

When did the diamonds leave your bones?

I’m burning down every bridge we make
I’ll watch you choke on the hearts you break
I’m bleeding out every word you said
Go to hell for heaven’s sake


[i]Some say love is a burning thing
That it makes a fiery ring
Oh but I know love as a fading thing
Just as fickle as a feather in a stream

See, honey, I saw love,
You see, it came to me
It puts its face up to my face so I could see
Yeah then I saw love disfigure me
Into something I am not recognizing[/SIZE][/i]


To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day
Hardly spoke to folks around him didn’t have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business no one dared to make a slip
for the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip

It was early in the morning when he rode into the town
He came riding from the south side slowly lookin’ all around
He’s an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lip
And he’s here to do some business with the big iron on his hip
big iron on his hip


Trees low and twisted, flattened by storms
Stretch across granite to reach for the edge
I feel an impulse to spring and take flight
Everything seems to be right




Nu märkte ja’ att lägenheten stank
Å när ja’ tänkte efter var ja’ pank
Ja’ märkte ja’ va’ mager
På golvet låg ett lager utav damm
Ja’ kände på min skäggstubb som var lång
Å’ fattade alltsammans på en gång
Under alla dessa år som svunnit’ sen ja’ miste dej
Hade ja’ visst aldrig repat mej


Losing my identity
Wondering have I gone insane
To find the truth in front of me
I must climb this mountain range
Looking downward from this deadly height
And never realizing why I fight


What the hell are you trying?
Now I know there is something more
What happened to you?
Still staying on my path
Are you still denying?
Now I know there is something more
That this is the truth
It’s all in you


I’ve been workin’ so hard
Keep punchin’ my card
Eight hours, for what?
Oh, tell me what I got

I got this feelin’
That time’s just holdin’ me down
I’ll hit the ceilin’
Or else I’ll tear up this town

Tonight, I gotta cut loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me offa my knees
Jack, get back, c’mon before we crack
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose


The first thing I remember knowing,
Was a lonesome whistle blowing,
And a young un’s dream of growing up to ride;
On a freight train leaving town,
Not knowing where I’m bound,
No-one could change my mind but Mama tried.
One and only rebel child,
From a family, meek and mild:
My Mama seemed to know what lay in store.
Despite all my Sunday learning,
Towards the bad, I kept on turning.
'Til Mama couldn’t hold me anymore.

And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.
That leaves only me to blame 'cos Mama tried.


I don’t want to know what she did
She is not who I am
At least that’s what I thought
Now I’m second guessing
I can’t put my gun down
My suit’s getting heavy
Something wants to be released
Something dark inside me
Dark familiarity –


Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue,
I thought I heard you talking softly.
I turned on the lights, the TV, and the radio.
But still I can’t escape the ghost of you.

What has happened to it all?
Crazy some would say…
Where is the life that I recognize…?
Gone away.

But I won’t cry for yesterday,
There’s an ordinary world,
Somewhere I have to find.
And as I try to make my way,
To the ordinary world,
I will learn to survive.




Red like roses fills my dreams and brings me to the place you rest.
White is cold and always yearning, burdened by a royal test.
Black the beast descends from shadows.
Yellow beauty burns gold.


Skálmöld. Lots of Skálmöld.


Blame it on the mountains
On the far horizon
Blame it on the rivers running free

Blame it on the beauty
Of the moon arising
Blame it on the dream that carries me

I still love you, still love you
Forever and a day, and our
Hearts and our souls will never part


[i]It barely bit me.
Sin has always found a way
to make the saints obey.

It’s hardly hurting.
It’s only odd because in some way
I’ve seen… this place.[/i]

Mother, I noticed…
one of the men on the cross
was allowed to come down,
allowed to come down.


This is the story of a man,
Who conquered life drink in hand
Ship unmanned.
Marked by genius, channelled good,
By some a bit misunderstood.
They’d been wrong many times before

Some times our saints are sinners,
They blur the lines and lead the way,
Their Way.
Raise hell and a glass in reverence,
The fearless lives of our great saints - our saints.

Never a stranger to late night snake
bite fist fights and empty pints,
Unrivaled heights.
He led with songs, they sang along,
created bonds that held so strong
Some were right and some were wrong

Some times our saints are sinners,
They blur the lines and lead the way,
Their Way.
Raise hell and a glass in reverence,
The fearless lives of our great saints - our saints.

It’s by the sea and at nights end that’s when the sin and swill begin
That’s when he had that certain light inside his head
For every whisper he would scream for every draught he shared a drink
For every sorrow there is a light from our St. James

On the sea by the cliff he watches, he waits the night to see
The day - his way
Last call will find us all
But there’s a light that leads the way, our way.

Some times our saints are sinners,
They blur the lines and lead the way,
Their Way.
Raise hell and a glass in reverence,
The fearless lives of our great saints - our saints.


No, I don’t know if I know
Though some, with certainty insist “no certainty exists”
Well I’m certain enough of this:
In the past 14 years, there’s only one girl I’ve kissed
In the blistering heat of the Asbury pier we sat quiet as monks on the Ferris wheel
Until looking down at the water and out at the sea
I asked her, “did you ever have that recurring fantasy
Where you push little kids from the tops of the ride?”
She shook her head no
I said “Oh, neither do I”