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			<title>The Old Piano</title>
			<link>http://www.justusboys.com/forum/entries/9590-The-Old-Piano</link>
			<pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2012 18:00:02 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[The old piano 
with the loose h-key                             
Stands looming in the corner 
Like everything's still glee                     
But...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">The old piano<br />
with the loose h-key                            <br />
Stands looming in the corner<br />
Like everything's still glee                    <br />
But sometimes i find things that are still around     <br />
A t-shirt with the smell<br />
A picture witht the front side down             <br />
<br />
Everyday is a wounded animal that drags along<br />
Until its only me and the news-anchor<br />
And goodnight is his only song<br />
I could have been somewhere else<br />
But every place is the same                      <br />
A room without walls<br />
A town where you never came                          <br />
<br />
I could have been your clothes<br />
I could have been where you go<br />
I could have been your clothes<br />
And the wind in your hair<br />
<br />
And I can see you looking at me<br />
from a picture on the wall<br />
And I can hear your voice<br />
say; leave a message, if I call             <br />
<br />
On a piano that should have been attuned<br />
I play a song tonight<br />
that ive long since marooned              <br />
I could have been your clothes<br />
I could have been where you go<br />
I could have been your clothes<br />
And the wind in your hair</blockquote>

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			<title>I told you so!</title>
			<link>http://www.justusboys.com/forum/entries/7951-I-told-you-so!</link>
			<pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2012 16:11:09 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[And here's one for everybody that knows, 
that hindsight is the only, the one and only exact science. 
So.. 
Dont drink that booze, you can loose...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">And here's one for everybody that knows,<br />
that hindsight is the only, the one and only exact science.<br />
So..<br />
Dont drink that booze, you can loose your eyesight<br />
Dont dive from the rocks, you can get paralyzed for life<br />
Dont eat that food, youll only get diarrhea<br />
Dont have random sex, you can get aids and gonorrea<br />
Dont try a cigarette, youll become an addict<br />
Keep off the streets, youll get your as kicked<br />
Don't go to parties, they'll only kick your ass<br />
Keep off the railroad tracks, the last train is yet to pass<br />
<br />
I told you so!<br />
<br />
Dont vote republican<br />
Dont listen to parliment<br />
Dont listen to what the experts yell<br />
-that always go to hell<br />
Lock yourself in your bedroom<br />
Watch too much tv and youll become dumb<br />
<br />
Dont drink to much, youll get in trouble<br />
Never host a party, it'll transform your house to rubble<br />
Have you set an alarm, one that runs on batteries?<br />
You never know when the power's out<br />
<br />
And it's time you understand;<br />
I told you so!</blockquote>

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			<title>A bum is born</title>
			<link>http://www.justusboys.com/forum/entries/7841-A-bum-is-born</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 14 Sep 2011 21:40:47 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>There sat a poor bastard on a bench by where i live 
His eyes were full of tears 
he screamed at everybody that passed 
They shaked their heads and...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">There sat a poor bastard on a bench by where i live<br />
His eyes were full of tears<br />
he screamed at everybody that passed<br />
They shaked their heads and said<br />
'My god, I'm happy'<br />
<br />
In 2010 he woke up from his dream<br />
It had set a mark on him<br />
Bombing, pillaging, drinking<br />
everything that a war is.<br />
<br />
After the war he came home to his humble home<br />
Back to his wife that waited for him to come<br />
But everything wasnt like he'd thought<br />
She had gotten a new friend<br />
So it was back to his dreams again<br />
<br />
Medals on his chest, he raved around<br />
Wine, beer and booze in his veins<br />
And as time goes, it's 25 years today<br />
Since a bum was born<br />
<br />
A tragic story from a tragic pen<br />
He asks for no pardon, He prays no prayers.<br />
He prays no prayers.</blockquote>

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			<title>The thief</title>
			<link>http://www.justusboys.com/forum/entries/7239-The-thief</link>
			<pubDate>Mon, 24 May 2010 22:23:46 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Another entry with some lyrics. This time on the very original subject of death..:-) 
 
This is not the finished version, I'll edit it when I get the...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Another entry with some lyrics. This time on the very original subject of death..:-)<br />
<br />
This is not the finished version, I'll edit it when I get the time...|<br />
<br />
Asks noone, doesn't breathe<br />
The sweeping steel scythe<br />
Tears open blue sky<br />
Noone is safe in the meadow<br />
<br />
Slices the fall without minute<br />
without rest, blind and mute<br />
It's here, then there like lightning<br />
steals your loved one<br />
The thief, the thief<br />
<br />
The thief, the thief<br />
<br />
There's no remedy that splices<br />
hearts torn to pieces<br />
No pardon, spares noone<br />
Chops down all like one<br />
The thief, the thief<br />
<br />
The thief, the thief<br />
<br />
We're all alike<br />
for the scythe<br />
If he had a soul, it was a magpies<br />
steals the ones that shines the most<br />
The thief, the thief<br />
<br />
The thief, the thief<br />
<br />
The thief, The thief<br />
Stole my loved one.<br />
lures in the shadow<br />
We're the only ones left<br />
<br />
The thief, the thief<br />
took what he could find<br />
Everything we have hidden<br />
Will never be forgotten<br />
<br />
The thief, the thief</blockquote>

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			<title>Angel from hell</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2010 13:50:05 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>More of the usual crap I write every now and then:twisted: 
 
Angel from hell 
------------------------ 
 
I go to school and really gleam 
I play...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">More of the usual crap I write every now and then:twisted:<br />
<br />
Angel from hell<br />
------------------------<br />
<br />
I go to school and really gleam<br />
I play football and normally impress<br />
I'm both boys and girls inner dream<br />
And all mothers favorite address<br />
<br />
My friends say that i'm quite straight<br />
But there's something they dont know<br />
About meeeeeeeee<br />
<br />
I'm an angel, sent from hell<br />
No wings, no good spell<br />
A devil, a satan, an egotrip<br />
That treat everyones feelings like shit<br />
And I love it.. I love it.. I love it<br />
<br />
Among people I wear fassion-wear<br />
Privately it's leather-gear.<br />
I'm member of 5 churches at least,<br />
But satan is my only priest<br />
I'm not the one that you adore<br />
No, I'm a treacherous whore!<br />
Thats me, yeah thats meeeeee<br />
<br />
I'm an angel, sent from hell<br />
No wings, no good spell<br />
A devil, a satan, an egotrip<br />
That treat everyones feelings like shit<br />
And I love it, I love it, I love it<br />
<br />
My friends say that i'm quite straight<br />
But theres something they dont know<br />
About meeeeeeeee<br />
<br />
I'm an angel, sent from hell<br />
No wings, no good spell<br />
A devil, a satan, an egotrip<br />
That treat everyones feelings like shit<br />
And I love it.. I love it.. I love it</blockquote>

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			<title>Maybe you need someone.</title>
			<link>http://www.justusboys.com/forum/entries/6831-Maybe-you-need-someone</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 22:50:47 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>I remember it so well, you asked me in 
I wanted to get under your skin 
You said that you liked art and nice men 
I dreamt that I could be one of...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I remember it so well, you asked me in<br />
I wanted to get under your skin<br />
You said that you liked art and nice men<br />
I dreamt that I could be one of them<br />
I remember that I wanted to live<br />
Wanted you to give<br />
Give me some time<br />
I hoped that you would say<br />
Maybe you, need someone who needs you too<br />
Need someone that hears you too<br />
Maybe you, need someone who needs you too<br />
Maybe you need,<br />
Maybe I,<br />
Need someone..<br />
That needs you too<br />
<br />
I remember i so well, you asked me to stay<br />
There were so much more you wanted to say<br />
You dreamed about a war everybody won<br />
Peace that came and never was gone.<br />
You were so impossible to get<br />
Since we met.. you made me upset<br />
I hoped that you would say<br />
Maybe you, need someone who needs you too<br />
Need someone that hears you too<br />
Maybe you, need someone who needs you too<br />
Maybe you need,<br />
Maybe I,<br />
Need someone..<br />
That needs you too</blockquote>

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			<title><![CDATA[When you're sleeping]]></title>
			<link>http://www.justusboys.com/forum/entries/6797-When-you-re-sleeping</link>
			<pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 23:19:57 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[When you sleep, I turn down the light that sweeps, 
over your shoulders,  
your golden hair, your warm skin. 
You're only really mine when you're...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">When you sleep, I turn down the light that sweeps,<br />
over your shoulders, <br />
your golden hair, your warm skin.<br />
You're only really mine when you're sleeping, the days roll by and do as they want<br />
I strech over and sniff you in,<br />
You're free. when your sleeping<br />
You're free. when your sleeping<br />
<br />
When you're sleeping, <br />
I can't hunt down your ghosts<br />
I see you shiver, I see you smile<br />
You're a secret you dont know about<br />
When you're sleeping<br />
You're free when your sleeping<br />
<br />
I wonder, I think in slow motion<br />
Not being able to sleep is a lonely notion<br />
When you're sleeping<br />
When you're sleeping, you are mine<br />
You're free. when your sleeping<br />
You're free. when your sleeping</blockquote>

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			<title><![CDATA[I'm dying]]></title>
			<link>http://www.justusboys.com/forum/entries/6717-I-m-dying</link>
			<pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 14:50:25 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Here is my town and my place and my garden 
I'm 35 and I'm the one named Tom 
And I'm dying in an hour 
 
I just don't know it yet 
 
Here is my...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><i>Here is my town and my place and my garden<br />
I'm 35 and I'm the one named Tom<br />
And I'm dying in an hour<br />
<br />
I just don't know it yet<br />
<br />
Here is my house and my lovely wife<br />
We met early, and i promised her life,<br />
but ten years is all she's gonna get<br />
<br />
She just don't know it yet<br />
<br />
For what it's worth,<br />
I still think I am lucky<br />
And whats even worse,<br />
I've never, never been this happy<br />
<br />
Here's my children and their friends<br />
They, as us, don't quite know how it ends<br />
In under an hour, they never will forget<br />
<br />
They just dont know it yet.<br />
<br />
There's me, lying in my chair with a big smile<br />
I love the view from my terrace, I can see miles<br />
Soon, it'll be to late to say what I'm thinking of<br />
<br />
I just don't know it yet.<br />
<br />
For what it's worth,<br />
I still think I am lucky<br />
And whats even worse,<br />
I've never, never been this happy<br />
<br />
As happy, as happy as now<br />
<br />
Not far from here someone<br />
is gonna blow up some rocks on a building site<br />
And they are gonna use alot of dynamite<br />
And a rock will escape their security-net<br />
<br />
They just dont know it yet.<br />
<br />
And that stone will fly<br />
through the air, as a projectile <br />
against my chair and pillow<br />
And my eyes will be closed as I lose my head.<br />
<br />
But ofcourse, I don't know it yet.<br />
<br />
For what it's worth,<br />
I still think I am lucky<br />
And whats even worse,<br />
I've never, never been this happy<br />
<br />
As happy, as happy as now<br />
As happy, as happy as now<br />
<br />
I just dont know it yet.</i></blockquote>

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			<title>Fortress of solitude</title>
			<link>http://www.justusboys.com/forum/entries/6632-Fortress-of-solitude</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 20 May 2009 19:09:03 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>I have a place down in the city 
with a bed and a icehockey game 
and some dishes, faithfully waiting 
I have a crow on the rooftop, he does as he...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I have a place down in the city<br />
with a bed and a icehockey game<br />
and some dishes, faithfully waiting<br />
I have a crow on the rooftop, he does as he wants<br />
He flies away whenever there's too much problems<br />
<br />
We have bad days, and a beat-up old car<br />
Like a lover that never let go<br />
I have nights that are too long, in a bed that's a little to short<br />
But Im free, free, free<br />
Like the crow on the rooftop<br />
<br />
We have sharpened senses, retreats for everything<br />
We have hangovers we wanna forget<br />
But when everything fails,<br />
and the answering machine answers wrong<br />
We sit here at home in silence, the crow and I<br />
<br />
<br />
I have a sweater from a guy that left because I didnt come<br />
Sometimes I've asked him if he wants to come back<br />
I can ask on my knees, but he knows I have a life sentence, sounding<br />
Free, free, free<br />
Like the crow on the rooftop<br />
<br />
<br />
I have a walkman thats too slow, and a watch that's too fast<br />
I have a pair of new shoes that squeaks<br />
I have a shirt that's to little, with a stain that won't go away<br />
But Im Free, free, free<br />
Like the crow on the rooftop</blockquote>

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			<title>Rumba!</title>
			<link>http://www.justusboys.com/forum/entries/6569-Rumba!</link>
			<pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2009 01:40:33 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Well, this one is from a true story from my days as a dancer.:-) 
I remember I hated going there, and i hated dancing with the girls. I was very...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Well, this one is from a true story from my days as a dancer.:-)<br />
I remember I hated going there, and i hated dancing with the girls. I was very afraid of this one girl that was a fair bit bigger than me, and every time I ended up dancing with her.<br />
<br />
I even have a melody for this. The text isn't finished and lacks some rythm and rhymes along with some spelling errors. Bear with me:-)<br />
<br />
<i><u>Rumba with McGee</u><br />
<br />
In the community house, with a red tie and quite shy<br />
sits the littlest boy in the dancing school and knows he's about to die<br />
'Cause mrs. carpenter has said, &quot;little girls, engage!&quot;<br />
But they are really not that small, and besides they are more<br />
<br />
Now he hears the distant rumble of the buffalo flock<br />
it hammers in heels on the floor as the horde goes amok<br />
In mute panic he grasps for the nearest hand -a miss<br />
he whispers a silent &quot;Mom, must it end like this?&quot;<br />
<br />
One, two, three<br />
side, forward<br />
And ooooone foot down<br />
The floor is squeaking<br />
Something heavy is on the way<br />
With his teeth showing like, to a grin<br />
It's closing in<br />
<br />
And after oooonnne, twooooo, threee<br />
She has tightened her grip<br />
If that sort of thing can be called a she<br />
She's the size of a small tractor, her name's McGee<br />
She's the county champion in everything thats heavy or to be thrown with a swing<br />
He looks at her.. thinking. -Well this could be interesting<br />
<br />
One, two, three<br />
side, forward<br />
And oooone foot down<br />
The floor is squeaking<br />
Something heavy is on the way<br />
With his teeth showing like to a grin<br />
It's closing in<br />
<br />
And after ooonnne, twooooo, three..........<br />
<br />
----<br />
...<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
In the morning, there's silence in the community house<br />
Just the janitur, mr Joe, some flies and a single mouse<br />
He has just washed the floors, stops to shake his head<br />
In his hand he's holding a tie that's... red!<br />
<br />
Ooooone, twooooo, threeee<br />
side, forward<br />
And ooooooone foot down<br />
And noone here knows where he could be<br />
last seen in a, scary, rumba with McGee</i></blockquote>

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			<title>Holding on</title>
			<link>http://www.justusboys.com/forum/entries/6536-Holding-on</link>
			<pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2009 13:02:06 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>There are fifty words for mountain in norwegian 
there are more than two hundred eskimo words for snow 
Words for war-strategy, weapon-systems and IT...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><i>There are fifty words for mountain in norwegian<br />
there are more than two hundred eskimo words for snow<br />
Words for war-strategy, weapon-systems and IT are many and american.<br />
<br />
How many words do we have for holding on?<br />
When Do we use them?<br />
Where do we use them?<br />
<br />
I want to invent fifty words for not quitting<br />
I want to create a hundred words for beliving that everything can be done.<br />
<br />
And I would say them all to you,<br />
forwards and backwards and to their own use.<br />
So we can be filled with action, just by insight and attitude.</i><br />
<br />
Heeeey, I got my job back!(!)(!)(!)</blockquote>

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			<title>I am so hot..</title>
			<link>http://www.justusboys.com/forum/entries/6522-I-am-so-hot</link>
			<pubDate>Sat, 21 Mar 2009 01:44:53 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[I'm gonna continue to publish these things until someone tells me to stop. 
This one is about summer love, with a twist. 
It would help if I could...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I'm gonna continue to publish these things until someone tells me to stop.<br />
This one is about summer love, with a twist.<br />
It would help if I could sing it to someone, but unfortunately I can't sing at all.:-)<br />
<br />
<i>I've got salt in my hair<br />
,and sand in my sandals<br />
The icecream melts on my sunburnt lip<br />
by the beach,<br />
People are nearly nude<br />
<br />
Then I see you there, glowing in the sun<br />
And I fall for you when you smile at me<br />
Gotta get down in the water<br />
To cool down my stuff<br />
<br />
So there I stand on my knees in the blue<br />
But the hand down there is wild, and doesn't get the clue<br />
Then i see a fleer and for a moment its clear<br />
You're sitting there, cheering for me<br />
<br />
I am so hot, so hot<br />
Can't someone cool me down?<br />
Don't think I can make it through<br />
So hot, so hot<br />
Can't someone cool me down?<br />
Take care of me when I'm falling, down with a clunk<br />
Understand that i'm not falling 'cause im drunk<br />
<br />
The sun goes down and all the glowing bodies<br />
gather and blend with eachother in the clubs<br />
I wanna be blended too, but I cant find you<br />
<br />
Suddenly you stand there with your sun-bleached hair<br />
Asking me If i wanna come ,<br />
To a quieter place, where we can be alone<br />
It feels like hot steam, you and I on a beach<br />
and in my bloodstream, it's like a new tune<br />
I'm gonna have you soon<br />
And everything feels so... -WONDERFUL!<br />
<br />
I am so hot, so hot<br />
Can't someone cool me down?<br />
Don't think I can make it through<br />
So hot, so hot<br />
Can't someone cool me down?<br />
Take care of me when I'm falling, down with a clunk<br />
Understand that i'm not falling 'cause im drunk<br />
<br />
I'm in love and cheering<br />
It's not me who's steering<br />
We stumble into eachother, some<br />
Wake up, your dreaming, everything is not like its seeming<br />
It's not possible to feel happy like this<br />
<br />
I'm in love and cheering<br />
It's not me who's steering<br />
We stumble into eachother some more<br />
I can't understand that I can be with you, here and now<br />
<br />
I am so hot, so hot<br />
Can't someone cool me down?<br />
Don't think I can make it through<br />
So hot, so hot<br />
Can't someone cool me down?<br />
I am so hot, so hot<br />
Can't someone cool me down?<br />
<br />
I am so hot, so hot<br />
Can't someone cool me down?<br />
Don't think I can make it through<br />
So hot, so hot<br />
Can't someone cool me down?<br />
Take care of me when I'm falling, down with a clunk<br />
Understand that i'm not falling 'cause im drunk</i></blockquote>

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			<title>Rock Hard</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2009 23:36:46 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Well, this world isn't a very easy place to exist in. In fact it's really hard. Just living a normal life is a great accomplishment, and not really...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Well, this world isn't a very easy place to exist in. In fact it's really hard. Just living a normal life is a great accomplishment, and not really normal at all. I used to work alot more than I do now, but since I've found a hobby and changed my life a bit, I think I'm much happier than I was when I worked like crazy.<br />
<br />
I might not have as much money as I had before, but I manage (at least for now). There's a number of things I've started doing on my free time, besides going to the gym alot I have started reading and writing again.<br />
The books are exercise litterature(;)), books on anatomy and some novels for bedtime.<br />
The writing part is what feels the best. There's so many things that get better once you get it down on paper.<br />
This started out as a song, but nobody famous would sing it, so no easy money there either:p.<br />
<br />
<i>Many live only for the money<br />
When they really dont need any<br />
Working both night and day,<br />
Just waiting for the pay<br />
But what is left in the end<br />
Of the sweet life, my friend?<br />
<br />
Knowing that you don't really need anything<br />
Just feeling the unbelievable joy of being<br />
Thats what I call the taste<br />
Of honey<br />
<br />
Capitals crocodiles<br />
dark suits in light aisles,<br />
All they see is just profit<br />
As they snap &quot;I own it!&quot;<br />
But what is left in the end<br />
Of the sweet life, my friend?<br />
<br />
To walk in a meadow with someone really warm,<br />
When all is new and dewfresh after a thunderstorm<br />
Thats what I call the taste<br />
Of honey<br />
<br />
Many forget to listen to their friends<br />
And some don't listen, just pretends<br />
Buy and sale are their song<br />
-Like a mammon sing-along<br />
But what is left in the end<br />
Of the sweet life, my friend?<br />
<br />
To listen to a voice a silent summer night,<br />
The tone so warm, so trustful, so full of delight<br />
Thats what I call the taste<br />
Of honey</i></blockquote>

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