Paint, Kill, Peace
Black house, paint it.
Create a murder, spill blood.
Write peace, on every black house.
Empty the can, no color.
See someone lying, no life.
End the fight, no argument.
End her time, no question.
Create a murder, spill blood.
Write peace, on every black house.
Empty the can, no color.
See someone lying, no life.
End the fight, no argument.
End her time, no question.
Nutley -09
What, if.
Ever heard about the word.
Ever knew how to handle the feeling.
Most wonderful is the longing.
The fear of your meeting.
All the what ifs and how and when.
Does he respect me, does he really need....no. Don't say it.
Am I the one for him, is he really good for me.
All these questions are torturing me.
Every day.
Afraid of what to say, what to do.
How to react if he's not what I've expected.
I already like him. Too much.
Dangerous feelings, naughty thoughts.
Ever knew how to handle the feeling.
Most wonderful is the longing.
The fear of your meeting.
All the what ifs and how and when.
Does he respect me, does he really need....no. Don't say it.
Am I the one for him, is he really good for me.
All these questions are torturing me.
Every day.
Afraid of what to say, what to do.
How to react if he's not what I've expected.
I already like him. Too much.
Dangerous feelings, naughty thoughts.
Nutley -09
Happiness
Covering in arms.
Glanced sounds through doors.
Turning the paper to the other side.
The shell can sometimes be sharp.
How much more can we take?
Are you satisfied with our life?
People of earth is not worth much.
Think in new ways.
Warmth does not only come from the inside.
How long will you live this life...?
Glanced sounds through doors.
Turning the paper to the other side.
The shell can sometimes be sharp.
How much more can we take?
Are you satisfied with our life?
People of earth is not worth much.
Think in new ways.
Warmth does not only come from the inside.
How long will you live this life...?
Nutley -09
(In)Sane
Pink grass, yellow ocean.
In his life you can see.
Flying trains, floating cars.
In his world you want to be.
Sane or not, it’s all about happiness.
Realistic you are, believing you don’t.
True or false, he don’t care.
Joining him, he expext you won’t.
Feel free be whoever you want
Think in other point of views
He can help you, he can guide you
A happie life, don’t think of time.
He knows what to do.
Make a stair of clouds
Build a home made of flowers
Eat leafs for breakfast
Join the people in the towers.
He doesn’t want to be alone
A group of sanity he wants to gather
Help him to bring out the world of light
Take a knife and strike, it doesn’t matter.
Keep the promise, make him glad.
Or someone of you the knife will stab. . .
In his life you can see.
Flying trains, floating cars.
In his world you want to be.
Sane or not, it’s all about happiness.
Realistic you are, believing you don’t.
True or false, he don’t care.
Joining him, he expext you won’t.
Feel free be whoever you want
Think in other point of views
He can help you, he can guide you
A happie life, don’t think of time.
He knows what to do.
Make a stair of clouds
Build a home made of flowers
Eat leafs for breakfast
Join the people in the towers.
He doesn’t want to be alone
A group of sanity he wants to gather
Help him to bring out the world of light
Take a knife and strike, it doesn’t matter.
Keep the promise, make him glad.
Or someone of you the knife will stab. . .
Nutley -09
Leaving
Surface is hard as ice.
Beneath it’s cold as water.
Inside is dark as a closed closet. Outside it’s light as snow.
The hands in the pockets you can see.
Long legs takes two steps in one.
Leaving home made of stone.
Longing for warmth of a smile.
Closing the jacket, body shivering like an old hand - trying to reach.
Memories with bad feelings starting to fade.
The snow melting, grass is showing with a colorful field behind.
Strong thoughts stops, a snowflake melting on his cheak.
Eyes of joy reflects through the snowing sky.
Long legs taking four steps in one.
Leaving the home made of stone.
Beneath it’s cold as water.
Inside is dark as a closed closet. Outside it’s light as snow.
The hands in the pockets you can see.
Long legs takes two steps in one.
Leaving home made of stone.
Longing for warmth of a smile.
Closing the jacket, body shivering like an old hand - trying to reach.
Memories with bad feelings starting to fade.
The snow melting, grass is showing with a colorful field behind.
Strong thoughts stops, a snowflake melting on his cheak.
Eyes of joy reflects through the snowing sky.
Long legs taking four steps in one.
Leaving the home made of stone.
Nutley -09
Will she come back
“I killed a girl today.
They called her by my name.
I’m not sure what I intended to do, it just happened.
She were never happy.
She was so full of hate.
I’m not sure if she had someone to rely on.
One day I thought I hade to do something about it.
It couldn’t go on like this.
I wasn’t sure what to do.
The next day I knew what to do.
I had to kill this girl.
But I wasn’t sure how.
It just happened.
Now I’m happy.
Girl of hatred is gone.
But I’m not sure for how long.
Maybe she’ll come back, one day. . . ”
Nutley -09
Our Letter
"It all began that morning I sat in my kitchen.
I was writing a letter.
That letter to you. It took forever.
My hands was shivering. I was so excited. What if you liked it? I hoped so.
What if you didn’t?
It was months ago now I last heard something from you.
Where have you gone?
I drank my coffee while the pen was drawing those beautiful words to you.
It was poetic. Lovely. A letter full of love and feelings. And a confession.
A confession to you, about how much I’ve thought about you.
Haven’t you noticed that yet?
My hand wrote those words that translated my feelings.
The weeks passed.
I had sent my letter a long time ago.
I sat in my kitchen, drank the coffee, from the same cup. My favourite. It tasted nothing.
I waited. Where have you gone?
The months passed.
I sat outside my house. Waited.
Waited for your letter to come. Where is it?
Days passed.
Did you even get my letter?
The letter with all the poetic and beautiful confessions camed to you house.
But the letter remained unopened. You didn’t read it. Ever.
Your hands were too cold. They didn't have the life to open it.
You were lying there infront of everybody.
People griefed over you, cried and remembered you.
They sank you deep down in the ground.
You didn’t get the chance to read it..
It all ended that day while I sat at my knees next to your grave.
I took my farewell.
Tears felled from my face, down at the rose I held in my hand.
At last, I gave you the letter.
I kissed it, our love in words, one last time and gaved you the last chance to read it…
Our letter."
I was writing a letter.
That letter to you. It took forever.
My hands was shivering. I was so excited. What if you liked it? I hoped so.
What if you didn’t?
It was months ago now I last heard something from you.
Where have you gone?
I drank my coffee while the pen was drawing those beautiful words to you.
It was poetic. Lovely. A letter full of love and feelings. And a confession.
A confession to you, about how much I’ve thought about you.
Haven’t you noticed that yet?
My hand wrote those words that translated my feelings.
The weeks passed.
I had sent my letter a long time ago.
I sat in my kitchen, drank the coffee, from the same cup. My favourite. It tasted nothing.
I waited. Where have you gone?
The months passed.
I sat outside my house. Waited.
Waited for your letter to come. Where is it?
Days passed.
Did you even get my letter?
The letter with all the poetic and beautiful confessions camed to you house.
But the letter remained unopened. You didn’t read it. Ever.
Your hands were too cold. They didn't have the life to open it.
You were lying there infront of everybody.
People griefed over you, cried and remembered you.
They sank you deep down in the ground.
You didn’t get the chance to read it..
It all ended that day while I sat at my knees next to your grave.
I took my farewell.
Tears felled from my face, down at the rose I held in my hand.
At last, I gave you the letter.
I kissed it, our love in words, one last time and gaved you the last chance to read it…
Our letter."
Nutley -06
The Memories
I’ve got this feeling. This strange feeling.
It is stuck, deep down in my soul.
It is stuck there, I cannot reach it.
I do not know how this feeling is like.
Maybe it is a beautiful thought of you,
something I have forgotten about.
How can I ever forget about you?
Maybe the feeling is a dark and sad memory of her.
Her, that piece of whore, both you and me knew. Our friend.
I remember a room, candles, a bed.
Black, curly, long hair wrangled upon your face.
Tiny and pale hands around your body.
Your blue eyes, watching her every move.
I remembered a scream. A terrible and painful scream…
I’ve got this feeling, a warm memory deep down in my mind.
A child.
A small hand in mine.
Two little feets running cross the floor.
A sound of laughter in the garden.
He is my happiness. My pride. My child.
A child with my mind and colours.
And your eyes...
Maybe the feeling is a dark and sad memory of her.
Her, that piece of whore, both you and me knew. Our friend.
I remember a room, candles, a bed.
Black, curly, long hair wrangled upon your face.
Tiny and pale hands around your body.
Your blue eyes, watching her every move.
I remembered a scream. A terrible and painful scream…
I’ve got this feeling, a warm memory deep down in my mind.
A child.
A small hand in mine.
Two little feets running cross the floor.
A sound of laughter in the garden.
He is my happiness. My pride. My child.
A child with my mind and colours.
And your eyes...
Nutley -06
Heaven
Nutley -06
How do you think it feels like when you never give me a call?
How do you think it feels like when you don’t seem to care?
Do you think it feels like heaven when you turn your back on me, when you walk away?
I have cried many nights now. It will never end.
I live in hell. There’s no love here, there’s no hapiness, no laughter.
I can’t breath. Can’t eat. No sleep.
My mind will soon exploid ’cause all I think about is you, all you.
God, have mercy. Can’t someone help me! Can’t you help me?
Can’t you come back, oh please, turn around and come back to me.
Don’t ever leave me. Ever again. Stay, stay forever.
Forgive me, and I will forgive you. We don’t deserve eachother, but we fit together.
We are one, one soul and body.
How do you think it’s like when you look into my eyes?
How do you think it’s like when you touch me and my soul?
It feels like heaven…
Fuck you huvudvärk!
Genom ett under kan ett helvete bryta loss.
Det kan ske på en kort sekund, det kan komma krypande for att långsamt tortera.
Från första start märker du ingenting.
Efter ett tag känner du en svag ilning.
Sedan sker allt väldigt snabbt.
Likt omänsklig tortyr kan det sluta med att du gråter och vrider dig i plågor.
På grund av att du inte hittade en Ipren-tablett.
Nutley
Det kan ske på en kort sekund, det kan komma krypande for att långsamt tortera.
Från första start märker du ingenting.
Efter ett tag känner du en svag ilning.
Sedan sker allt väldigt snabbt.
Likt omänsklig tortyr kan det sluta med att du gråter och vrider dig i plågor.
På grund av att du inte hittade en Ipren-tablett.
Nutley
The Traveler
For a long time I've seen the same picture.
But it's always changing.
Changing from day to day, but still I live in the same frame.
I'm going foward but still it moves back.
I love to hear the silence, to see the yellow light from far.
I travel in time, I travel in culture.
The only thing which is packed is patience.
Paying my trip with a smile.
Like a ghost no one noticed I left.
Spoked with silence, tried to make them to hear.
Met new smiles on my way.
Created a new life when I finally got to the freezed picture.
But it's always changing.
Changing from day to day, but still I live in the same frame.
I'm going foward but still it moves back.
I love to hear the silence, to see the yellow light from far.
I travel in time, I travel in culture.
The only thing which is packed is patience.
Paying my trip with a smile.
Like a ghost no one noticed I left.
Spoked with silence, tried to make them to hear.
Met new smiles on my way.
Created a new life when I finally got to the freezed picture.
Nutley
