22febrúar

Super Soul

How does it feel now you're the joke
we're in flaming tongue
so many times i wished you'd choke
on your proverbs and predictions
you knew it all, ran the show
left a bruise without feeling a damn thing
losing grip of your emotion

but that's history
you don't scare me
although i'm small
i'm full-on proven ten feet tall
don't drown myself
don't play a role
my scars have healed
Got a super soul
I got my super soul

another game, sickly insane
you gave me the blame
i could've killed you in your sleep
dreaming conspiracies to haunt me
you made the rules, religiously
no compromise
off the rob authority
blinded by the smells of darkness

but that's history
you don't scare me
although i'm small
i'm full-on proven ten feet tall

don't drown myself
don't play a role
my scars have healed

got a super soul

(i'm stronger now than i've ever been before
there's no way you can hurt me anymore)

(i feel brand new and it's all because of you
so all i can say is...thank you)


you don't scare me

although i'm small
i'm full-on proven ten feet tall

don't drown myself
don't play a role
my scars have healed

got a super soul
22. febrúar 2007 klukkan 18:24
Sóley Jóns
1 athugasemd
21febrúar

annihilation

From dehumanization to arms production,
For the benefit of the nation or its destruction

Power, power, the law of the land,
Those living for death will die by their own hand,
Life's no ordeal if you come to terms,
Reject the system dictating the norms

From dehumanization to arms production,
To hasten the nation towards its destruction

Power, power, the law of the land,
Those living for death will die by their own hand,
Life's no ordeal if you come to terms,
Reject the system dictating the norms

From dehumanization to arms production,
To hasten the nation towards its destruction

Power, power, the law of the land,
Those living for death will die by their own hand,
Life's no ordeal if you come to terms,
Reject the system dictating the norms

From dehumanization to arms production,
To hasten this nation towards its destruction,
It's your choice, your choice, your choice, your choice,
Peace or annihilation
21. febrúar 2007 klukkan 20:05
Sóley Jóns
Engin athugasemd
18febrúar

black balloon

Baby's black balloon makes her fly
I almost fell into that hole in your life
And you're not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Cuz you were the same as me
But on your knees

A thousand other boys could never reach you
How could I have been the one?
I saw the world spin beneath you
And scatter like ice from the spoon that was your womb

Comin' down the world turned over
And angels fall without you there
And I go on as you get colder
Or are you someone's prayer?

You know the lies they always told you
And the love you never knew
What's the things they never showed you
That swallow the light from the sun inside your room, yeah

Comin' down the world turned over
And angels fall without you there
And I go on as you get colder
Always someone there

And there's no time left for losin'
When you stand they fall, yeah

Comin' down the world turned over
And angels fall without you there
And I go on as you get colder
All because I'm
Comin' down the years turn over
And angels fall without you there
And I'll go on and I'll bring you home and
All because I'm
All because I'm
And I'll become
What you became to me
18. febrúar 2007 klukkan 19:30
Sóley Jóns
1 athugasemd
18febrúar

Superman

I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
I’m just out to find
The better part of me

I’m more than a bird...i’m more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It’s not easy to be me

Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I’ll never see

It may sound absurd...but don’t be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed...but won’t you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
It’s not easy to be me

Up, up and away...away from me
It’s all right...you can all sleep sound tonight
I’m not crazy...or anything...

I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
Men weren’t meant to ride
With clouds between their knees

I’m only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
Inside of me
Inside me
Yeah, inside me
Inside of me

I’m only a man
In a funny red sheet
I’m only a man
Looking for a dream

I’m only a man
In a funny red sheet
And it’s not easy, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm...

Its not easy to be me
18. febrúar 2007 klukkan 19:13
Sóley Jóns
Engin athugasemd
17febrúar

pælingar

pælingin er sú hvort að ég ætti að flitja út..... einhvert... veit ekki hvort að ég myndi koma aftur en það er seinnitíma vandamál.... hvert ætti ég að fara... Danmörk, Austurríki,Spánar, Bandaríkjana...

life here is 2 small, Flókið. of mikið af tilfiningalegum tenginum.

leave all the things that I have here behind....they either hurt to much or are 2 complicated... and I cant have what  I whant and I problably never will....
17. febrúar 2007 klukkan 15:07
Sóley Jóns
Engin athugasemd
17febrúar

Ashes to ashes

I want them to know its me
Its on my head
Ill point the finger at me
Its on my head

Give it all to you, then Ill be closer

Smilin with the mouth of the ocean
And Ill wave to you with the arms of the mountain
Ill see you

I will let you shout no more
Its on my head
Ill pick you up from the floor
Its on my head
Ill let you even the score
Its on my head

Give it all to you, then Ill be closer

Smilin with the mouth of the ocean
And Ill wave to you with the arms of the mountain
Ill see you

Give the same to me then Ill be closer closer
Give the same to me then Ill be closer closer

Smiling with the mouth of the ocean
And Ill wave to you with the arms of the mountain

Give the same to me then Ill be closer closer
Give the same to me then Ill be closer
17. febrúar 2007 klukkan 14:58
Sóley Jóns
Engin athugasemd
16febrúar

we all die young

Risk my soul, test my life
For my bread
Spend my time lost in space
Am I dead?
Let the river flow
Through my callused hands
And take me from my own
The eyes of the damned

It makes my stomach turn
And it tears my flesh from the bone
How we turn a dream to stone

And we all die young
Yeah we all die young

Tell me I know
I lived so afraid
And still we cry alone
With words left unsaid

Yeh it makes my stomach turn
And it tears my flesh from bone to bone
How we turn a dream to stone

And we all die young
16. febrúar 2007 klukkan 20:22
Sóley Jóns
Engin athugasemd
16febrúar

Colorful

The show is over close the story book
There will be no encore
And all the random hands that I have shook
Well they're reaching for the door
I watch their backs as they leave single file
But you stood stubborn, cheering all the while

I know I can be colorful
I know I can be gray
But I know this loser's living fortunate
Cause I know you will love me either way

Most were being good for goodness sake
But you wouldn't pantomime
You are more beautiful when you awake
Than most are in a lifetime
Through the haze that is my memory well
You stayed for drama though you paid for a comedy

I know I can be colorful
I know I can be gray
But I know this loser's living fortunate
Cause I know you will love me either way

Look ahead as far as you can see
We'll live in drama but we'll die in a comedy
I know I can be colorful...
16. febrúar 2007 klukkan 20:16
Sóley Jóns
Engin athugasemd
12febrúar

Gravity

Lost again
Broken and weary
Unable to find my way
Tail in hand
Dizzy and clearly unable to
Just let this go

I am surrendering to the gravity and the unknown
Catch me heal me lift me back up to the sun
I choose to live

I fell again
Like a baby unable to stand on my own
Tail in hand
Dizzy and clearly unable to just let this go
High and surrendering to the gravity and the unknown
Catch me heal me lift me back up to the sun
I choose to live, I choose to live, I choose to live

Catch me heal me lift me back up to the sun
Help me survive the bottom

Calm these hands before they
Snare another pill and
Drive another nail down another
Needy hole please release me

I am surrendering to the gravity and the unknown
Catch me heal me lift me back up to the sun
I choose to live, I choose to live
12. febrúar 2007 klukkan 21:53
Sóley Jóns
1 athugasemd
12febrúar

A Stranger

Cast the calming apple
Up and over satellites
To draw out the timid wild one
To convince you it's alright
And I listen for the whisper
Of your sweet insanity while I formulate
Denials of your affect on me

You're a stranger
So what do I care
You vanish today
Not the first time I hear
All the lies

What am I to do with all this silence
Shy away, shy away phantom
Run away terrified child
Won't you move away you fucking tornado
I'm better off without you
Tearing my will down
12. febrúar 2007 klukkan 21:49
Sóley Jóns
Engin athugasemd

Könnun

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