Jäklar va jag har ont i ryggen. ramlade och slog mig halvt fördärvad idag. känns som att jag har slagit i nån kota som har flyttat på sig några millimeter, så har det blivit en kedjereflex, så det känns som att nån kota sticker in i ljumsken eller nått närliggande vitalt organ. det gör iallafall ont. bara det inte är nått galet, så att jag inte kan få barn i framtiden, eller nått sånt. och ryggen knakar mer än nånsin, börjar nästan bli läskigt när den knakar så mycket. nån knak då och då klarar jag av, men knak non-stop i 3 veckor, då börjar jag fundera vad det kan vara.
Så har jag blivit arbetslös. så jäkla tråkigt. inget att göra på dagarna, mer än att sitta vid tv:n eller datorn eller städa och greja inne eller ute. klarar inte av att vara arbetslös psykiskt. Visserligen hinner jag läsa mer då, men det blir oxå tråkigt i längden.
jag önskar jag hade körkort. så kunde jag iallafall vänta i ett år så kunde jag skaffa körkort för buss kanske. men nu har jag inte ens ett körkort, är inte ens i närheten av ett körkort.
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
And think of you
Caught up in circles confusion
Is nothing new
Flashback warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories,
Time after
Sometimes you picture me
Im walking too far ahead
Youre calling to me, I cant hear
What youve said
Then you say go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If youre lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you Ill be waiting
Time after time
If youre lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you Ill be waiting
Time after time
After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows youre wondering
If Im ok
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time
If youre lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you Ill be waiting
Time after time
You said go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If youre lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you Ill be waiting
Time after time
If youre lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you Ill be waiting
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
They grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful handHe wiped the tears that
ran down my face
CHORUS
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he came with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lied on the bed
He said, 'If I show you the roses will you follow?'
CHORUS
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said,
'All beauty must die'
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
CHORUS
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