söndag 19 juni 2011

Eulogy [Demo]

Eulogy [Demo] by markusjohansson

Your motorcycle's burning
And you've busted through the fence
Cold outside, the wind is blowing
The sun ain't up just yet
Somehow you had it coming
I can't say that I'm surprised
Now there's nothing left to say except goodbye

You spoke to me in hindi
When you loaded up your gun
I took a shot and blew my head
Then I tried to crawl back home
The rain was coming down hard
And my face was in the mud
You just sat there waiting for the flood

Remember that old house
That your friends used to keep
Once you jumped out the window
And smashed into the street
I think at least you broke your nose
And your cheek was wet from tears
Your crying is still sounding in my ears

Doctors all around you now
Syringes in your arm
As you plunge into the darkness
To become a distant star
The last i heard about you
Was that you were shaping up
Well i guess that you ran out of luck

Your motorcycle's burning
And you've busted through the fence
Cold outside, the wind is blowing
And the sun ain't up just yet
I sometimes think about you
And I hope your kid is fine
Take care until I see you down the line

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lördag 18 juni 2011

När Grungen kom till byn... Pt.1

Min favoritepok i hårdrockshistorien är utan tvekan skarven mellan 80- och 90-tal. På bara några år ändrades allt. Banden som var superheta -89 var inte värda vatten -93. Plötsligt sket kidsen i om du hade ett snurrande trumpodie och skräddarsydda skinnbrallor. Regler skrevs om från grunden och flanellindustrin vädrade morgonluft.

Jag minns, och detta är inget jag är stolt över, hur jag bytte in merparten av min skivsamling för att göra mig av med mitt skamliga förflutna som hårdrockare. Mötley Crue kunde omöjligt samsas med Pearl Jam i CD-hyllan.

Det intressanta uppstod när 80-tals banden försökte göra grungeskivor. De famlade i totalt jävla mörker med nedstämda gitarrer, dissonanta riff och det plötsliga kravet på insiktsfull lyrik.

Vad skulle man göra i Nikki Sixx ställe?
Man lär ju hänga på tåget liksom, det går ju nu. Grungetåget.


Säga vad man vill, men nog fan fräser det till i mustaschen!

söndag 12 juni 2011

We'll Walk Through The Thunder, Me And My Brother [Demo]

We'll Walk Through The Thunder, Me And My Brother [Demo] by markusjohansson

Thoughts colliding turn to discord in my ears
I can tell you're smelling all the chemicals in here
It's her way of disappearing, a way out of this hell
When the black birds are building their nest in my head
Whispering of suicide and plans that went wrong
Words that I can only pronounce in a song
So I pull the curtain down and stay in my bed
I'll try to focus on the good things instead

We'll walk through the thunder, me and my brother
All the time

Here comes another morning, I stumble down the stairs
People on the bus, I look down as they pass
Turn the music up loud, see myself in a frame
How we all think we're special, how we all look the same
Simple minds and simple needs, acting like we're free
Bodies piling up outside while we watch TV
Black bird on the balcony, black bird in the tree
Black bird is the feeling growing in me

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