Bunny Club

Gorgeous. Fills up my ears entirely and brings images to my mind. Skinny arms, candyfloss-coloured hair, tired eyes done with heavy makeup, pale sunlight, beauty, broken minds.

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call me a fake, sir
you can call me a fraud
you can spit on my french knickers
you can call me a whore

if you
roll in, roll out, roll up to the bunny club
you have the rite of your life underneath these pink, flourescent lights
and I hope that you
roll in, roll out, roll up to the bunny club
you have the rite of your life underneath these pink, flourescent lights
and I hope that there's
no love lost there - no, sir, there is no love left in here
just, oh, just wander in, there's no love lost
knots in her hair, and all lines, all lines are stripped bare
just, oh, just wander in, there is no love lost

finger my pigtails as you
deal me some cards
as you tell me what the sunset looks like
from your brother's backyard
but you see, with me they take one look and they run
I've got a dog and a gun and I am living in london now
living in london, so

roll in, roll out, roll up to the bunny club
you have the rite of your life underneath these pink, flourescent lights
and I hope that you
roll in, roll out, roll up to the bunny club
you have the rite of your life underneath these pink, flourescent lights
and I hope that there's
no love lost there - no, sir, there is no love left in here
just, oh, just wander in, there's no love lost
knots in her hair, and all lines, all lines are stripped bare
just, oh, just wander in, there is no love lost

call me your princess as you
do me a line
as you're searching for my saviour
at the bottom at a backet of tobacco, you say,
'with me they take one look and they run
I've got a dog and a gun and I am living in london now
living in london, so'

roll in, roll out, roll up to the bunny club
you have the rite of your life underneath these pink, flourescent lights
and I hope that you
roll in, roll out, roll up to the bunny club
you have the rite of your life underneath these pink, flourescent lights
and I hope that there's
no love lost there - no, sir, there is no love left in here
just, oh, just wander in, there's no love lost
knots in her hair, and all lines, all lines are stripped bare
just, oh, just wander in, there is no love lost
you see, with me they take one look and they run
I've got a dog and a gun and I am living in london now
living in london town

Time after Time

That beautiful, beautiful voice, those beautiful, beautiful melodies and this beautiful, beautiful world...

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lying in my bed
I hear the clock tick, and I think of you
turning in circles
confusion is nothing new
flashback to warm nights
almost left behind
a suitcase of memories
time after...

sometimes you picture me
I'm walking too far ahead
you're calling to me
I can't hear what you have said
and you say, 'go slow,
I've fallen behind,'
the second hand unwinds

if you're lost, you can look and you will find me
time after time
if you fall, I will catch you, I'll be waiting
time after time
if you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting
time after time

after your picture fades
and darkness has turned to gray
watching through windows
I'm wondering if you're ok
and you say, 'go slow,
I've fallen behind,'
the drum beats out of time


if you're lost, you can look and you will find me
time after time
if you fall, I will catch you, I'll be waiting
time after time
if you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting
time after time

No reply

The chord changes rip me apart. I wish and I wish and I wish. There is nothing else to say. I know what the words and the melody mean, and I will always remember.

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like the perfect ending
it won't be too long
'til everything I've ruined has seen me gone
in time, I pray, you'll forgive
now you know the man I am
can you forgive me?

I fall like the sands of time
like some broken rhyme
at feet no longer there

if only I could call the rain to melt and wash away the pain you feel, I would
you gave yourself to me and showed me what the truth could be, for that, I say thank you

this was my life
it never made much sense to me

if every lie that I've lived
and followed me would fade
into this empty shadow I've become
and now I feel so numb
I no longer know myself
but I still know you

I call and there's no reply
like some phantom cry
on ears too far away

I close my eyes and watch as my life passes by, the only thing I see is you
for all the times you walked the line for me, and standing by my side, I say thank you

here lies my life
it never felt that real to me

you'll always mean so much to me
and there's no reply
and there's no reply
you'll never know how much you meant to me
and there's no reply
and there's no reply
you'll always mean so much to me
and there's no reply
and there's no reply
you'll never know how much you meant to me

if only I could call the rain to melt and wash away the pain you feel, I would
you gave yourself to me and showed me what the truth could be, for that, I say thank you

I close my eyes and watch as my life passes by, the only thing I see is you
for all the times you walked the line for me, and standing by my side, I say thank you

you in my life
it all meant so much more to be

What I miss about you

Katie Melua has the unique ability to make me taste and smell and feel everything she describes. Another impressive thing about her is that she makes me ache to grow up just a bit more, to become a woman, to buy my own tea and feel confident when walking into a bar or down the street, to belong in my own body. Her "s"es are so soft and her voice is heavenly. Lovely little love stories, uncomplicated heartache, streetlights, beautiful life. I think Katie and me are in it for life.

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missing the train every morning at eight fifty-two
sipping coffee from the same cup as you
the sharing of secrets we thought no one else knew
that's what I miss about you

the new way that love had made me see
your bashful grin when you asked if I would like your key
the knowing way you used to caress me
that's what I miss about you

you stole in with your starry smile, exciting me
driving with you in your new car, feeling free
and if it's true that love is blind, then I was blind willingly
you made me feel we had a future that could be and would be

the way you said I'd be no one on my own
your habit of soaking yourself in overpriced cologne
the way you turned the lights out when I knew you were home
that's what I don't miss about you

I bet you're using your weary magic like it's new
driving so fast with a new fool beside you
presumably believing she's the last of the lucky few
I wonder if she knows she's being lied to, like I do

the way I only doubted myself when I was with you
like I was wrong for expecting something from life too
your skill of putting me down in front of everyone we knew
that's what I don't miss about you

Hysj

Summertime in Oslo City. Memories. Youth. Life.
That's really all you need to know.

~

du stryker håret feil vei på en siamesisk katt
og eg vett så godt på forhånd ka du vil sei - om litt så er det sagt
ja, denne bokå har eg lest før
det er som å følga ferske spor i ny snø
det er kanskje på tide å slå plenen igjen
eller fylla opp i kummen og ta oppvasken
men eg tenker bare hysj
eg tenker bare hysj
eg tenker bare hysj
eg tenker bare hysj

i parken er det ikkje én mann, ingen som går tur
eg går forbi en fontene av en mann som står og pisser vann
og sola var så god og varm
då meg og Kris og Geggen gjekk på epleslang
nå er det ikkje sånn som det var før
kor tid blir det som det bør?
eg tenker bare hysj
eg tenker bare hysj
eg tenker bare hysj
eg tenker bare hysj

me satt på gjerdet og sang
me satte huset i brann
og det var aldri ei sky
det begynner å bli ganske lenge si
satt og fletta en løvetannkrans
hadde eget bål på sankthans
me fortalte historier og lo
eg lurte på ka eg sko bli når eg ble stor
åra gjekk og til slutt så blei me russ
eg husker godt ka du skreiv på meg med tusj
du skreiv bare hysj
ja, du skreiv bare hysj
ja, du skreiv bare hysj
du skreiv bare hysj