nothing to lose - gary moore

You never stop for a red light
You never even try
You're on the wrong side of midnight
Too fast to live, but too young to die

Ah. Gary Moore, guitar riffs, a voice of one of the greatest artists ever to get from the Emerald Isle out in the big, dangerous world. He's a good company after returning from one of those days that just seem to start in order to end again.

You know the feeling, some days you wish you never got out of bed. Just lying there slightly dead to start with, feeling incredibly tired and definitely not wanting to go out in the cold, get the bike and then get fast as hell to the bus stop in order to not miss the bus and thereby be an hour late too school. No, commuting ain't fun and never will be, I knew that when I started and I know that the shite will continue as long as I want to get into town at all. And since I do want that, the Line 6 it is.

It's these afternoons you know. A few times going to the café after school, but apart from that it's the Line 6 home, eating, some time on MSN and then sleep. Only to repeat the procedure of waking up and being in a hurry to the bus next morning.

Yes, I lack discipline. And yes, I lack good things to spend my casual time with, apart from when I get to see the others. That is incredibly nice, and is one of those things that lights up the whole week.

But the rest of it, the rest! It gets so incredibly dull so incredibly fast nowadays. I don't have any activities or anything, I only stay at home to chat, sleep and eat. Which lowers my mood even when in school, since it's nothing I'm that happy with.

I can't move, I've more or less accepted that. What else can I do? It can't really come up to question 'til I'm 18 at least, and there's the end of that discussion.

When others do things in the afternoons, different activities, going downtown with someone to eat in town on the evening, hanging out for a whole afternoon with people, spending time with the ones love...

When others do that I board the Line 6 to get home and to once again get locked into my own sphere of non-happening.

Yes, I am a total whiner for the moment. One of those days you know... Luckily people seem to stand me anyway. That's nice.

Cheers!

hold on to love - gary moore

You know you've got to
Hold on to love
If you wanna learn to forget your sorrow.
You've got to
Hold on to love
Like there's no tomorrow.

There are two things I'm not sure I'll ever be able to realize how I managed to live without. The first one is of course the tentacles, and the other thing is the deep guitar riffs and lyrics of Gary Moore, the musical Cicero of Belfast.

Nuclear Attack.
Hiroshima.
Victims of the future.
Wild Frontier.
Out in the fields.
Over the hills and far away.
Run for cover.
Hold on to love.
Johnny Boy.
Murder in the skies.
The Prophet.
Military Man.
Don't Take Me For a Loser.
End of the World.
After the war.

If you're a reader of this blog, you are here by required to get the above mentioned songs, listen, save and enjoy yourself in soulful guitarmusic together with a whole lot of anti-war messages.

You are never alone with friends and/or a boombox.

I'd like to thank my readers for the comments of my last blog post, the one where I more or less summaried the passed year of mine. A writer's work can never improvise without any sort of criticism, and let's put it like this: Reminders that one has got the finest friends there is, that is one hell of a motivation. Thank you.

This day will br spent with writing the short story for Swedish, and also changing the look of the blog. So if you'd try to read my blog during the day, and it just looks totally fubar, it's just me experimenting with the blog functions. Savvy?

I'd also like to add that the New Years story of mine (my last blog post, for the ones that didn't understand that completely) will be moved backwards in the blog to the following time: 00:01 1/1 2007. I like the symbolism of that, pardon me for the worldwide confusion this movement will create.

Cheers!